Drive-by Truckers

Eine fantastische Band, die in einer gerechten Welt weltberühmt wäre.

Mary Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did
We got married on a Monday and I been working ever since
Every week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they’re shutting down
Goddamned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn

Double Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon
While over there in Huntsville, They puttin‘ people on the moon

So I took to runnin‘ numbers for this man I used to know
And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow
I ain’t getting rich now but I’m gettin‘ more than by
It’s really tough to make a living but a man just got to try

If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news?
They too busy blowin‘ rockets, Puttin‘ people on the moon

Mary Alice quit askin‘ why I do the things I do
I ain’t sayin‘ that she likes it, but what else I’m gonna do?
If I could solve the world’s problems I’d probably start with hers and mine
But they can put a man on the moon
And I’m stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by

Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here
Seems everyone I know is gettin‘ cancer every year
And we can’t afford no insurance, I been 10 years unemployed
So she didn’t get no chemo so our lives was destroyed
And nothin‘ ever changes, the cemetery gets more full
And now over there in Huntsville, even NASA’s shut down too

Another Joker in the White House, said a change was comin‘ round
But I’m still workin‘ at The Wal Mart and Mary Alice, in the ground
And all them politicians, they all lyin‘ sacks of shit
They say better days upon us but I’m sucking left hind tit
And the preacher on the TV says it ain’t too late for me
But I bet he drives a Cadillac and I’m broke with some hungry mouths to feed

I wish I’z still an outlaw, was a better way of life
I could clothe and feed my family still have time to love my pretty wife
And if you say I’m being punished. Ain’t he got better things to do?
Turnin‘ mountains into oceans Puttin‘ people on the moon

Turnin‘ mountains into oceans Puttin‘ people on the moon

I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970’s, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth…
Speaking of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons… George Wallace, Bear Bryant and Ronnie Van Zant… Now Ronnie Van Zant wasn’t from Alabama, he was from Florida… He was a huge Neil Young fan… But in the tradition of Merle Haggard writin‘ „Okie from Muskogee“ to tell his dad’s point of view about the hippies ‘n Vietnam, Ronnie felt that the other side of the story should be told. And Neil Young always claimed that „Sweet Home Alabama“ was one of his favorite songs. And legend has it that he was an honorary pall bearer at Ronnie’s funeral… such is the Duality of the Southern Thing… And Bear Bryant wore a cool lookin‘ red checkered hat and won football games… and there’s few things more loved in Alabama than football and the men who know how to win at it… So when the Bear would come to town, there’d be a parade. And me, I was one a‘ them pussy boys… cause I hated football, so I got a guitar… but a guitar was a poor substitute for a football with the girls in my high school… So my band hit the road… and we didn’t play no Skynyrd either… I came of age rebellin‘ against the music in my high school parkin‘ lot… It wasn’t till years later after leavin‘ the South for a while that I came to appreciate and understand the whole Skynyrd thing and its misunderstood glory… I left the South and learned how different people’s perceptions of the Southern Thing was from what I’d seen in my life… Which leads us to George Wallace… Now Wallace was for all practical purposes the Governor of Alabama from 1962 until 1986… Once, when a law prevented him from succeeding himself he ran his wife Lerline in his place and she won by a landslide… He’s most famous as the belligerent racist voice of the segregationist South… Standing in the doorways of schools and waging a political war against a Federal Government that he decried as hypocritical… And Wallace had started out as a lawyer and a judge with a very progressive and humanitarian track record for a man of his time. But he lost his first bid for governor in 1958 by hedging on the race issue, against a man who spoke out against integration… Wallace ran again in ’62 as a staunch segregationist and won big, and for the next decade spoke out loudly… He accused Kennedy and King of being communists. He was constantly on national news, representing the “good people of Alabama“… And you know race was only an issue on TV in the house that I grew up in… Wallace was viewed as a man from another time and place… And when I first ventured out of the South, I was shocked at how strongly Wallace was associated with Alabama and its people… Ya know racism is a worldwide problem and it’s been since the beginning of recorded history… and it ain’t just white and black… But thanks to George Wallace, it’s always a little more convenient to play it with a Southern accent. And bands like Lynyrd Skynyrd attempted to show another side of the South… One that certainly exists, but few saw beyond the rebel flag… And this applies not only to their critics and detractors, but also from their fans and followers. So for a while, when Neil Young would come to town, he’d get death-threats down in Alabama… Ironically, in 1971, after a particularly racially charged campaign, Wallace began backpedaling, and he opened up Alabama politics to minorities at a rate faster than most Northern states or the Federal Government. And Wallace spent the rest of his life trying to explain away his racist past, and in 1982 won his last term in office with over 90% of the black vote… Such is the Duality of the Southern Thing… And George Wallace died back in ’98 and he’s in Hell now, not because he’s a racist… His track record as a judge and his late-life quest for redemption make a good argument for his being, at worst, no worse than most white men of his generation, North or South… But because of his blind ambition and his hunger for votes, he turned a blind eye to the suffering of Black America. And he became a pawn in the fight against the Civil Rights cause… Fortunately for him, the Devil is also a Southerner…

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5 Gedanken zu “Drive-by Truckers

  1. und nachdem ich gerade die wöchentliche dusche hinter mich gebracht habe, rieche ich sogar wieder wie ein lebendes wesen…

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