In Johnny Cash’s “Live from Folsom Prison” album there is a song called ‘cocaine blues’. The first verse goes like this:
early one morning while making the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that loving forty-four beneath my head.
I keep this in my back pocket when conservatives claim that Rap and Hip Hop glorify violence, guns, misogyny, and drug use. I defy you to find something from NAS or Killer Mike that can compete on the level of classic country.
Using 2 of the most lyrically gifted rappers is cheating. WAP exists.
doesn’t matter, because it’s a disingenuous post anyways. the song is about how that shit is BAD:
Early one morning while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head
Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Laid in the hot joints taking the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You’re the dirty hop that shot your woman down
I said yes sir, my name is Willie Lee If you got a warrant, just read it to me Shot her down because she made me sorе I thought I was her daddy but she had five morе
When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on train and it took me back I had no friends for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Got up next morning about a half past nine Spied a sheriff coming down the line Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said, come on you dirty hop into that district court See country shows near Lewiston Get tickets as low as $54 You might also like Folsom Prison Blues Johnny Cash Cocaine Blues Billy Strings & Don Julin loml Taylor Swift Into the courtroom, my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before that jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes, in walked a man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, lordy lordy, have mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can’t forget the day I shot my woman down
Come on you hops and listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
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I was skimming your comment and this part look exactly like some autogenerated SEO bullshit.
The issue is markdown - to get a proper new line, you need to put two spaces a the end. Alternatively you can just press enter twice, but that obviously creates double spacing, which comes with its own readability issues. And the last solution would be to put all the lyrics into a code block, but that’s pretty excessive.
This is a little weird
How?
FWIW classic rock often wasn’t just about sex - it was about sex with 14-year-old girls. And often the same 14-year-old girl.
Nothing, however, can possibly top Steven Tyler of Aerosmith becoming the legal guardian of the underage girl he was fucking so he could bring her on tour with him.
But how much does classic rock really have if you remove all of the sexualization of children?
I read Classic Rock as Christian Rock at first, which would still track.
Sea shanties are all made up by some rich assholes in white gloves sitting on their red baobab chairs
…said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
“I wanna fuck you like an animal ♫ ♪ ♬”
