George Jones dies at 81
The Cool Hall of Fame #258


George Jones

Well I've come here to tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right
I'm a tramp and a gambler I stay out late at night
But a porterhouse steak steak three times a day for my board
That's more than any loafer in this old town can afford
Well I got a big electric fan to keep me cool while I sleep
A little baby boy playin' round at my feet
I'm a rambler and a gambler and I've lead a dirty life
Well I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right

Well then I got married I knew I'd settle down
And I built a little love nest right here in my hometown
Now I've got a family one that I'm proud of
I know that I'll be happy cause they're the ones I love
Well I got a big electric fan...
I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right

I'm a rambler and a gambler I've led a dirty life
Well I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right


You can read the New York Times obit if you want, I'm just gonna pour a couple of fingers of rye and stare out the window. Relief is just a swallow away.

5 comments:

estiv said...

Thanks. I listened to "A Good Year For the Roses" three times straight.

genn jene said...

the race is off

sabutin said...

A greatly talented musician. He couldn't sing a bad note and he couldn't sing anything that did not have massive amounts of emotional meaning.

They called Ray Charles "The Genius."

Him too.

Bet on it.

lmcknash said...

Left a shot of good Tennessee whiskey out on the deck last night in case he came around.

a-natural-man said...

He's not dead. He's just playing possumn.