My Friday Memory

My parents often (always?) had music playing.  I'll hear a classic country song that I haven't heard for 20 years, and I know all the lyrics.  It scares me sometimes.  I can't sing for crap...neither can dad.  That's what prompts my Friday memory.

For a couple of years, mom and dad moved closer to Dad's work and our house was rented out.  We lived in a double wide trailer on a small lot.  I know that they didn't like it, but they did it for financial reasons.  Dad decided to build a shed.  It was a necessity for him.  

This venture meant many trips to the lumber yard.  You have to understand that, my entire childhood, I was a Daddy's girl.  I wanted to go everywhere he went, and was usually obliged.  I'll never forget one particular Saturday.

We were headed to the lumber yard in the infamous 1979, black, tough, beautiful Ford pickup truck.  Damn, but that thing looked tough.  A REAL truck.  They don't make trucks anymore, they make wussy things that mock real trucks.  There are no more tough trucs.  I could do an entire Friday memory on that truck, but I digress:

We were headed to the lumber yard, just me and Dad.  The 8-track tape player held Waylon Jennings.  Damn, that was good music.  Dad and I cranked it up and sang at the top of our lungs (both off key) all the way there and back.  It sounded so good to us, we weren't sure how Waylon was able to record without us backing him up.  

As a side note, the truck overheated that day, about 2 miles from home.  That's where I watched Dad, in the summer, cranking the heat.  Crank the heat and roll down the windows and all is good.  I learned much about car care from that man.  Lessons learned by watching; seeing him make it all good.  All WAS good.  All was perfect.  Here is a sample of what we sang:

There only two things in life that make it worth livin'
That's guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women
I don't need my name in the marquis lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love

Chorus:
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs
and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
ain't nobody feelin' no pain

So baby let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high socitey you cry all day
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones
Four car garage and we're still building on
Maby it's time we got back to the basics of love

Chorus:
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs
and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us fueding
like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs
and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas
ain't nobody feelin' no pain