What I Want This To Accomplish

I love music. I love all kinds of music. I love a good melody and I love good lyrics. Here's the thing. Too often I have noticed people getting lost in the melodic side of a song and never listen to the lyrics, the message that the songwriter is trying to share with the listener. Words mean things and there are a lot of songs out there with great lyrics. Here you will find love and hurt, pain and longing, emotions and intimate thoughts from songwriters over the years. There will be no commentary from me on the lyrics. Just the words. The words for you to read, process and ponder and hopefully come away with a little more meaning to a song than just a lovely melody. A more complete understanding of where the artist is coming from. - Bill Clark

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

TOBACCO ROAD

I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in a dusty shack
And all I had was a'hangin' on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road

But it's home
The only life I've ever known
Only you know how I loathe
Tobacco Road

I'm gonna leave and get a job
With the help and the grace from above
Save some money, get rich I know
Bring it back to Tobacco Road

Bring dynamite and a crane
Blow it up, start all over again
Build a town, be proud to show
Give the name Tobacco Road

Cause it's home
The only life I've ever known
I despise you 'cos your filthy
But I love ya, 'cause it's home 
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