Friend of my dads on the Ford dealership in Eldon Missouri. One day a couple guys came in wanting to buy five Broncos and pay cash. Salesman got nervous and went and got my dad‘s friend. Turned out to be David Allen Coe and Hank Williams Junior David owned a horse farm down in Eldon Missouri’s and bar. Long live the outlaws!
I met DAC in a small club in Richmond Kentucky when thr drummer Duck Rick Hackworth was his drummer. I would escort Pop Coe up on stage when they did ."If that aint country".... Needless to say we booked DAC every chance we got...and saw a lot of his shows on the road with them. I consider those times precious; as Rick is gone now....thank all you guys for the memories.....
this song reminds me of my father. he just passed away last Thursday night. he always worked hard. and the neighbors really said that we lived like hicks! 😁 love you Paw!!
My dad was a Diesel mechanic, my mom is still a teacher....but I'll never forget those days when the corn came in we'd shuck and listen to the old folks and if you said something you got your ass whooped
I saw David Allan Coe at Willie's Picnic in 1976. I maneuvered myself right in front of the stage, down on the ground, on the stage-side of the partition that kept the audience separated from the performers. Nobody could see me there. Waylon was scheduled to follow Coe. He and Jesse sat on the stage listening to Coe sing. Willie was going to follow Waylon and close the show. It started to rain halfway into Coe's set and they closed the festival. I was literally five feet from the stage. Pains me to think about it today.
He played a small venue here in cookeville,tn. couple years ago, he was late so i went outside and sure enough he drove up by himself told me about a wreck that held him up.. AND i just stood there.. anyway he and his son put on a great show..Something i'll always remember...
Yep red white and blue RACIST. Its hard for me to understand why some Americans just CAN"T stop calling Afro American citizens the N word. There's no other reason that I can see. RACIST. Ask one!
Many years ago, on a blind date, I ended up at a cafe/bar on the Galveston jetties. After a few too many Miller Lites, this came on the jukebox and I proceeded to get up and sing every word along by heart. Never saw him again..lol
That's right red white and blue merle Haggard said it best if you don't love it and leave it posted on 1 11 2020 Love David Allan Coe also somebody warning before I knock him off his chair
Reminds of where my dad grew up in what is now modern Warrior, Alabama but back then was probably known as Coaldale. Uncle Elder(my great uncle) lived next door to where my dad grew up. There was three or four generations living in Elder's single wide. Right inside was always a can of snuff they treated more like dip, help yourself with the community spoon. He'd made his living selling moonshine until the price of sugar rose and he couldn't compete anymore. He couldn't get a driver's license for whatever reason so he just drove his tractor every where. He spent the rest of his days drunk and selling watermelons. There were probably 40 cars in the yard that didn't run. Every so often they'd go to town and buy a $200 car, it'd last a couple of months and then they'd just leave it in the yard with the rest. An old school bus was sitting there too, it'd had about three quarters of the roof taken off and the seats removed so they could put a jon boat in the back and go down the river. They'd sleep in the bus while there. When the single wide was so worn out that it was falling down they just left it and got a new one to pull up in front of the old one. Eventually Elder was burning trash in the yard and caught himself on fire. It was bad enough that he had to have both legs amputated. He was so drunk that he didn't scream once. It was better next door at my grandfather's place. I guess in a way they were highfalutin. Best I can tell the house started as a two bedroom one bath and probably had the front section with a den and an extra bedroom added on. So my grandparents raised my dad and his three brothers in a small three bedroom, one bath house. They kept chickens and would kill one on Sunday for dinner. If you're in the know then you know dinner is not supper, dinner is after church. My dad and his brothers were all born on the dining room table. I guess that whole side of the family was pretty country. Amazing what difference one generation can make. I actually grew up in one of the richest communities in the state. I guess my dad didn't like being poor so he decided to work his tail off and not live like that, sort of. Actually, he and his three brothers all moved into the middle class with white collar jobs. All of them graduating from college, one of them a master's degree, and two earned PhDs. As far as I know Uncle Elder's descendants are still running around shirtless and barefoot with their asses hanging out of their jeans shooting each other with B.B. guns. I really don't know, might be interesting to see how some of those distant cousins are doing, but seriously I think a whole clan of them still lives in that trailer.
My mother's from central Alabama. And you're right. It's not, "breakfast, lunch, and dinner", It's, "breakfast, dinner, and supper". "Lunch" is when you're eating "dinner" out of a paper bag, basket, or lunchbox. A portable dinner. ...Anyway, that's how Grandmother 'splained it to me. Mom was from the other side of the Coosa River, where the paved road stops. It makes Coaldale look like the Upper East Side of Manhattan! ...I love it, and I still go camping and fishing over there, despite my cosmopolitan Atlanta ways (Ha, ha)!
Back when stars weren't afraid to advertise which bus was theirs out on the interstate. Stopping for coffee at a Little Rock Ar truck stop, the only way I knew that Miranda Lambert's bus had pulled in was when she came bouncing out in a denim miniskirt. Nothing was painted on the bus.
David Alan Coe GREAT love the dude. Thanks 2 the brother that got me 2 LISTEN. As I was commenting on Tennessee WHISKEY. Brother put me on 2 the original THANKS my friend. SPADES SHOVELS BARRELS ♠️♥️♣️♦️⚡⚡rolling dice🎲 my friend.
Thanks this brought back some memories of Bike Week at Daytona, meet DAC a couple times out back of Iron Horse Saloon he was selling and autographing his x rated cassette tapes between shows. Still have it with pictures of him autographing it and the sleeve of my wife's denim jacket. Wife and her jacket are gone now, cancer took my wife and don't know what happened to the jacket it probably ended up with my totaled Shovelhead. I'm now in a wheelchair and can't remember alot things around the time of Harley vs Oldsmobile.... we lost I know that..
Our snotty neighbors hated us , they said we were hicks , I had no idea , normal to me, my dad was a teacher , my medical transcription . It’s what my dad did side job , a gunsmith , we were always shooting guns , had dogs , chickens, cows , then his race car. It was loud . Our neighbor had a race care too . Most of my friends didn’t come to my house in fear of my dad or our dog . It was interesting way to grow up . My dad treated me no different than my brother 4 years older . I have a lot of stories . 😀 well , anyway my dad was abusive as shit to all of us , he left Christmas Day 1982 . No one has ever handed me anything . I have little fear except God and Jesus Christ . Have a great day !
Back maybe 15.years ago my friend Roger was sitting next to this scruffy looking guy at the slot machine next to him at the Charlestown WV Race Track.Roger turned to him and said:If that aint country Ill kiss your ass!.David Allan Coe autographed a dollar bill Roger gave him.He was performing that night at thenWarren Ct.Fair Grounds near Front Royal Va.The good old days.My favorite song of his is Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile.Says it all.
As i posted this ..they asked me if wanted to post these comments.. hell yeah I do ..no matter what color creed or religion we are..we are the ones who keep this nation going.,.the hard working people of America.
