I'll blame Perry, he started this Blue Bayou thing with one sentence on another thread. And the song is stuck in Unit's head and mine, it won't go away. Now I'm doing all kinds of searches listening to Linda Ronstadt songs and there she is with Johnny Cash.
I was about 10 or 11 years old, Daddy would sit on the front porch on his day off, reading the newspaper and drinking Budweiser, blaring the newfangled transistor radio on WSOC out of Charlotte, playing it for everybody in the neighborhood, whoever wanted to listen or not, country music. Johnny Cash was big.
I was impressionable of course, being so young. But even then, there was one thing that struck me. Johnny Cash, one song after another. Ours was a Southern family, raised with manners and kids don't speak unless spoken to, and one day out on that front porch I got brave. Johnny Cash was blaring on the transistor radio. I said, "Daddy?"
He said, "What?" WIN, I had his attention. I said, "Daddy, that man can't sing, not a lick." I sort of stood back but Daddy just grinned and turned another page on his newspaper. He said, "He's singing all the way to the bank."
I was about 10 or 11 years old, Daddy would sit on the front porch on his day off, reading the newspaper and drinking Budweiser, blaring the newfangled transistor radio on WSOC out of Charlotte, playing it for everybody in the neighborhood, whoever wanted to listen or not, country music. Johnny Cash was big.
I was impressionable of course, being so young. But even then, there was one thing that struck me. Johnny Cash, one song after another. Ours was a Southern family, raised with manners and kids don't speak unless spoken to, and one day out on that front porch I got brave. Johnny Cash was blaring on the transistor radio. I said, "Daddy?"
He said, "What?" WIN, I had his attention. I said, "Daddy, that man can't sing, not a lick." I sort of stood back but Daddy just grinned and turned another page on his newspaper. He said, "He's singing all the way to the bank."
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