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Post by jody on Nov 11, 2007 9:50:38 GMT -5
Children of the south The boy was barbed wire tough. The girl was rose petal pure. He was rough around the edges. Somehow she knew she had the cure.
He was raised on southern rock. And she was gospel to the bone. When you dock those two together. You’ve got the makings of a home.
His hair’s too long for society’s plan. And besides, she’s way too good. He’s no man; they’re way too young. The consensus of the neighborhood.
He was raised on southern rock. And she was gospel to the bone. When you dock those two together. You have the makings of a home.
Twenty hard years have passed them by. His hair still lays across his shoulder. Her bible lays open to revelations. As the news on TV makes them older.
He was raised on southern rock. And she was gospel to the bone. When you dock those two together. You’ve got the makings of a home.
With Fire on the mountain in his heart. And the Lords prayer fresh from her mouth. Forever lovers and born to die free. They’ll raise the children of the south. ©2007 Jody Willman
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Post by Susan on Nov 13, 2007 16:58:28 GMT -5
WOW Jody, I love it. You are so talented. I'm gonna have to save that one if you don't mind. I still say you should put a book together for us. I know I would pay for it. Maybe do that and put the money towards the May Jam a que. Let me know what you think. I'd buy more than one to give as Christmas gifts.
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Post by missy on Nov 13, 2007 18:56:42 GMT -5
Beautiful, Jody!
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Post by hooty on Nov 13, 2007 21:59:45 GMT -5
Some good stuff there brother. I hope your pen never runs out of liquid writing stuff. You definiteny need to git a hold of some song writers and show them some of your material. Think about sending your material to some Country Groups on Myspace and see if any can use it, all they can say is no. Maybe try and get ahold of Jeffrey Steele a MAJOR songwriter for Country Music and see what he thinks. I am sure he gotta have a MySpace page. Go for it Brother cause you got it.
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Post by jody on Dec 4, 2007 19:48:01 GMT -5
Eddy my good friend, believe me, I've given thought to that, a lot of it. I've weighed the pros and cons for a few years now. Even started when I sent in "Tumbleweed Heart" to that songwriting contest in Nashville. I was shocked when I won the thing. Started me thinking maybe I could make some money, travel when I wanted etc. But you know bro. I've noticed things about writers that bothers me some. Ever notice how the stuff they write when they're young, new at it, and struggling, always seems better than what they write when they do make it and get fat? Winning that writing contest was cool, but it made me look around some too. I've got a fair life, some pride, a great family, super friends and some thoughts. I was born poor, lived poor and will likely die the same way. The thoughts I have are those of an ordinary poor ass southern boy. The kind of thoughts poor people have. If I sold songs, got rich and fat, would I have the same thoughts? Doubt it. And would people still want to buy the thoughts of a rich man? Don't know, but sounds risky! ;D Sure man, I'd love to make some money sitting on my ass selling thoughts, it's the fat part that scares me. So maybe I'll just keep writing them as long as my good friends like to read them. That's worth a lot don't you think? Suzy Q? Your idea sounds cool!
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Post by jacksonvillekid on Dec 4, 2007 21:56:22 GMT -5
Hmmm......you know who you sound like Jody? And even though he didn't have a chance to get old, Ronnie Van Zant was still writing like a poor ole southern boy after he got rich and fat though. You're not that different from him when you really think about it.....are ya?
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