It's December, and its not really very cold out today - for Chicago, that is. Doesn't really seem that it's just about Christmas time. I got my feet up on the desk, and I'm just sort of sitting around the studio waiting for something to happen, and I think maybe I'll just have another cup of coffee and shoot the bull with the guys. Lucy says I have a call from Bob Montgomery from Nashville - "Hi Chief, Merry Christmas, I need a favor he says," I say... "OK, so do I, but let's take care of yours first"... he says, "Johnny Darrells' got a new album... and I need some liner notes...like yesterday... can you" ... "sure, because I always operate about a day behind anyhow..."
I've always wondered who really reads these comments that are pasted on the back of a piece of cardboard... and whether they really mean anything to anybody. I happen to be one of those who takes a few minutes to read them, but I never really knew why ... sometimes maybe I learn something about an artist... sometimes maybe because I don't have anything else to read...
I think a lot of space is wasted on talking about this song and the artists' "treatment" of this or that song, and who cares really... you're going to make up your own mind how the artist sings a song and whether you'll like it or not.
I've been messing around the record business for a number of years, and since it's Christmas time and a new year and all that sort of stuff, I asked myself if I were an artist, what would probably be the best way to start out a new year. There is only answer, and I think any performer would agree... who could want anymore than a hit song... Johnny Darrell has a hit of the first magnitude with "Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp. I love "truth songs" even if they are fiction and when Dallas Frazier wrote about the son of Hickory Holler's Tramp, it has probably happened somewhere, sometime, hundreds of times over. It happens to be life, even though some people are afraid to admit it.
There is a host of other songs in this album which really are "classics" even though they aren't old. I could write a page on each one. I only want to say one thing about Johnny Darrell... and that is if there is any gay knocking around in the Country Music business today that really deserves a great album such as this... it's Johnny. - Don Chapman, Radio Station WJJD, Chicago IL -
JOHNNY DARRELL
THE SON OF HICKORY HOLLER'S TRAMP (United Artists UAS-6634)
February/1968
Produced by Bob Montgomery
Recorded:
1967 in Nashville
The corn was dry the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking
Then him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran away
Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
I swear you'll never see a hungry day
When mama sacrificed her pride the neighbors started talkin'
But I was much too young to understand the things they said
The things that mattered most of all was mama's chicken dumplings
And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed
Oh the path was deep and wide...
When daddy left then destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbor volunteered to lend a helping hand
So let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us
The proof is standing here the full grown man
Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth
Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth
You had my child in Memphis then I heard of work in Nashville
But we didn't find it there so we moved on
To a small farm in Nebraska to a gold mine in Alaska
But we didn't find it there so we moved on
And now we've left Alaska because there was no gold mine
But this time only two of us moved on
And now all we have is each other and just a little mem'ry to cling to
But still you won't let me go on all alone
We became birds of a different feather
In countering storms we could nighter one weather
I define anyone to define me your way
My heart can't go on this a way
[ piano ]
Nearness is simply the absence of absence
Wrong is the absence of right
My life is made up of the absence of nearness
Since the absence of you from my side
Break my mind break my mind
Lord I just can't stand to hear them big jet engines whine
Break my mind break my mind oh Lord
Cause if you leave you're gonna leave a babblin' fool behind
[ guitar ]
Baby oh baby let me take your suitcase off of the scales in time
Tell the man that you've suddenly developed a thing about flyin'
Cause if you say goodbye to me baby you're gonna break my mind
I love to hear a pickin' of the pavement neath my feet
I love to go and visit all the places I ain't been
I love to hear the lonesome sound of a freight train in the night
But after all what can you expect from a travelin' man and I'm a travelin' man
[ guitar ]
Don't be too concerned if I walk on down the hill
And out of sight that's the way I am
And don't be too surprised if you hear my footsteps fading in the night
or after all what can you expect from a travelin' man and I'm a travelin' man
Touch these ears that's listened to your wishes
Most of them fullfilled and that's a lot
Let your soft gentle hands caress my body
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Tell me what he's got that I can't give you
It must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
So tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Laura see these walls that I built for you
Laura see this carpet that I layed
See those fancy curtains on the windows
Touch those satin pillows on your bed
Laura count the dresses in your closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
My heart is like a yoyo on the string
It seems I'm tied to you right or wrong
My love keeps on growing cause your love keeps on showing
Just enough to keep me hangin' on on just enough to keep me hangin' on
A love as strong as mine it makes me do most anything
Like hiding tears and heartaches and dreaming silly dreams
You've got me where you want me you keep stringing me along
Just enough to keep me hangin' on on just enough to keep me a hangin' on on
Just enough to keep me hangin' on
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