As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
My old man was an odd duck. For a genius he had allot of excuses for what he was.
For a Bible beat you over the head to make you submit, he convinced my all too willing mother to be, to fuck, because being engaged was just like marriage..........got her pregnant, to which the very German Lutheran Pastor categorized him on the wedding day, "A DIRTY RAT".
That is one preacher I adore.
My old man had big dreams. He thought he could ride bucking horses and break them. He thought he was the best cowboy of all time. Chewed my ass non stop as a child for not getting things right in moving cattle. Then I saw him in action on a horse. I never asked for his help again as he was incompetent.
He told the mother one time after my sister were born that he was going to go rodeo. She told him for the first and only time in the marriage that he was married, had kids and he was not going on the rodeo circuit. That shattered the fantasy of the little fur covered chaps (I still have them that he ordered somehow in Grandpa paid for them in Grandpa according to the old man was such a bastard................I know better in who the bastard was."
So the old man took to drinking more, than he already did. I was mostly too young for the first installment of pouty boy ,but got the full brunt of it the next round in my teens. My brother would tell me of tales of the old man being drunk, going duck hunting, getting out of the car, shitting a green streak across the road and getting my brother out of the car to show him the accomplishment.
That was after downing a half a bottle of whiskey to wake him up in one gulp.
The old man could drink and he was a mean drunk.
So in his fantasy, he bought cowboy records, like the Streets of Laredo, and I liked the tunes by the Sons of the Pioneers and sang along and there was one which I think Tex Ritter, that is that prick John Ritter's old man, was singing away about the Jack of Diamonds. Being a kid of like 6 I really was not paying attention to drunks and things, and just enjoyed singing away and as I did not get all the words probably right I had a good song to amuse myself with.
So I was singing that song and the old man growled at me about not singing that song as it was bad. I did not sing it around him, but I sang it just the same. It never dawned on me until I got older that the old man did not like a song which was his theme song, he was a drunk and he was having a kid remind him in a song about being drunk.
My old man hated me......no shit about that. I grew up around sociopaths so I know them, and I have a good German instinct to go for the kill in weakness. So one day my old man was grumbling about the mother's brother in law who was a drunk. Dude kept so many bottles of booze in the springs of his bed that it was lumpy with bottles. Aunt Verna took a bit to figure out what the problem was. She had to stay with him as she had cancer and needed the insurance or would have divorced his ass.
The old man in this screed, said the condemning phrase, "Don't that man have any will power". Apparently the old man had the power to will himself to drink so he was not drunk.
Anyway, the old man was grousing about this drunk, and I looked at him and though, "Yeah a worthless drunk like you".
So time passed, I was in my teens then and dad's favorite child was there, my .........red headed sister. I was trying to think of a word beyond asshole, but that will suffice. So they are talking about something and the old man not coping, and at that moment, the little predator in me emerged for the kill in I told him, "What's the matter don't you have any will power?"
Pure silence. Silence is what it is when you win. Of course the hatred grew as I reminded him I was more clever and more intelligent than him, that I did not have lie and manipulate to win. I could nail that bastard with his own words.
Things just kept getting worse and more abusive, but I had my song and still do.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you of old
Rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
Oooooo waaa ooooo waaaa oooo waaa ooooo
Way up high.............shloop!!!
Now if the ocean were whiskey and I was a duck
I'd swim to the bottom and never come up.
This is the entire version apparently and Tex Ritter singing some version of this.
Perhaps I will ask God for my old man in hell to be serenaded by my sweet little voice to help remind him of all he is.
Jun 17, 2010 ... Tex Ritter sings "Rye Whiskey" in "Song of the Gringo" (1936). Check out my blogs at http://publicdomainmoviesandaudio.blogspot.com and ...
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey I surely will die
[Verse 1]
I'll tune up me fiddle and rosin my bow
I make myself welcome, wherever I go
Beefsteak when I'm hungry, red booze when I'm dry
Doubloons when I'm hard up and religion when I die
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own
And them that don't likе me, can leave mе alone
Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brown ale and other times none
[Chorus]
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey I surely will die
[Verse 2]
But if I get boozy, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone
Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Daniel's I know you of old
You've robbed me poor pockets of silver and gold
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all
If the ocean were whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and drown to get drunk
[Chorus]
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey I surely will die
[Verse 3]
My foot in a stirrup, her scarf in my hand
I pray thee sweet Lillie, she'll find a good man
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
Unfit and unworthy to enter her door
Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when dry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live 'till I die
I'll buy my own whiskey and make my own stew
And when I get drunk all, it's because of you
[Chorus]
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey I surely will die
I'll drink my own whiskey and finish your wine
Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time
I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
The best way of livin's with no wife at all
On Mullacor Mountain I wander alone
I'm drunk as the devil, oh, leave me alone
You may boast of your wisdom and brag of your blood
We'll both be forgotten in the wake of the flood
[Outro]
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If things don't get better, I'll lay down and die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I sigh
If I've run out of rye whiskey I might as well die
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If you don't give me rye whiskey I surely will die...
agtG
