A Real American Hero, Willie Nelson: Ride Me Back Home

Willie's newest album, 'Ride Me Back Home', was released today. My copy arrived yesterday and I've been playing the stank out of it. It's a mix of familiar songs like Guy Clarke's 'My Favorite Picture Of You', and 'Immigrant Eyes', Billy Joel's ' Just The Way You Are' and Mac Davis's 'Hard To Be Humble'. There are also several new songs by Willie and friends. Here are a couple for your enjoyment. I copied the lyrics of these two songs from what we used to call Liner Notes because they aren't available online at AZ Lyrics or Genius Lyrics, et al. Quite a range of different music on this album. Enjoy ...

He was choking back the tears

As he tried to tell his wife

That the job he'd had for years

He worked hard all his life

Then everything went south

And he couldn't meet the bills

And he had to sell the house

That his daddy built

And he asked how such a thing could be happening

But he was sure there was nobody listening

In the Gulf of Mexico

Near the town of New Orleans

Where all the tourists go

In this land of hopes and dreams

Then there came a killer storm

A devastating flood

And the people they were warned

That it would turn their streets to mud

Sure enough that storm took everything

And it was like there was nobody listening

In these days of change and mass communication

Seems like no one's plugged in to the sound of desperation

And they say the future's just an extension of the past

And history has a knack of coming back

Now the writer takes his pen

And he tries to find the words

Though time and time again

They often go unheard

And the singer sings his song

And he tries to impart

All the troubles going on

Weighing heavy on his heart

But what good is a song that he has to sing

When nobody's listening

But I know why he has to try to sing

'Cause he believes that somebody's listening

Chorus:

I had the seven year itch

Scratched it out in three

Well you may say how

But you don't know me

I'm taking my licks

I'm paying my fee

I had the seven year itch

Scratched it out in three

Been ridin' my mind 'round my neighborhood

Gettin' nowhere slow, but I'm feelin' good

Stayed up all night, that's when I'm at my best

Sleep all day and that's too much rest

Repeat Chorus

I went crazy one day, but I came back when

I caught myself going crazy again

I decided to write the world's best song

But when I got around to it, it had done moved on

Repeat Chorus