Blue Collar Muse

Time was every restaurant and honky-tonk was filled with lead singers and pedal steel players waiting tables, slinging hash or tending bar to make a living until their ship came in. It was always “just temporary” and that elusive meeting to “ink the deal” was just around the corner. It even happened for some of them which only fueled the drive of others to get to Music City to take their shot at success.

But this is the 00s and there are all manner of new things around for singers and songwriters to do while they’re waiting for Dame Fortune to smile on them. Evidently, one of those things is blogging! I logged in last night and found the following as a comment on the very first ‘Will the Circle be Unbroken’ post. I loved it and though I left it there, I’m promoting the comment in full to here. Watch out for those Honky Tonk Bloggers at your favorite establishment around town!

Joy, If You’re reading this, feel free to put it to musicand use it…we can be co-writers. A friend of mine is working on some music for it, too..

‘Til The Lord Takes Me Home (Over My Dead Body)
Lyrics by Harry Pratt 2008
Imok39@yahoo.com

I’VE BEEN HERE FOREVER,
OR SO IT SEEMS THAT WAY,
MAKING WONDERFUL MUSIC,
EACH AND EVERY DAY,
I PAY ALL MY TAXES,
I’M NOT BREAKING ANY LAWS,
BUT NOW EMINENT DOMAIN
IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR.

CHORUS:
THEY WANT TO BUILD A HIGH-RISE,
NOT A BRIDGE OR ROAD OR SCHOOL,
THEY WANT TO TAKE MY LIFE AWAY,
AND PLAY ME LIKE A FOOL;
THOSE GREEDY POLITICIANS,
ARE TRYING TO RE-ZONE,
BUT I AIN’T GOING NOWHERE,
TIL THE LORD, HE TAKES ME HOME.

WE’VE MADE A LOT OF MUSIC,
WE’VE SUNG SO MANY SONGS,
WE’VE TURNED WORDS INTO MAGIC,
AND WE AIN’T DONE NOTHING WRONG;
I’M NOT LOOKING FOR A FIGHT,
BUT WHAT I OWN IS MINE,
THEY CAN’T JUST COME AND TAKE IT,
JUSTICE JUST ISN’T THAT BLIND.

CHORUS:
THEY WANT TO BUILD A HIGH-RISE,
NOT A BRIDGE OR ROAD OR SCHOOL,
THEY WANT TO TAKE MY LIFE AWAY,
AND PLAY ME LIKE A FOOL;
THOSE GREEDY POLITICIANS,
ARE TRYING TO RE-ZONE,
BUT I AIN’T GOING NOWHERE
TIL THE LORD, HE TAKES ME HOME.

THEY CAN CALL ME STUBBORN
BUT I’M NOT GIVING IN,
TO TEAR DOWN WHAT WE’VE BUILT UP,
WOULD ONLY BE A SIN,
SO WE’LL KEEP MAKING MUSIC,
ALL MY FRIENDS AND ME,
WE’RE GONNA STICK TOGETHER,
WE’RE A MUSIC FAMILY.

CHORUS:
THEY WANT TO BUILD A HIGH-RISE,
NOT A BRIDGE OR ROAD OR SCHOOL,
THEY WANT TO TAKE MY LIFE AWAY,
AND PLAY ME LIKE A FOOL;
THOSE GREEDY POLITICIANS,
ARE TRYING TO RE-ZONE,
BUT I AIN’T GOING NOWHERE,
TIL THE LORD, HE TAKES ME HOME

Blue Collar Muse

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