Oct 152010
 

I’m still doing demos of new songs for the CD and I’m recording anything and everything that I think might go on the new CD. I’m not even starting to think about a theme or a thread of coherence, I just want to get some songs in the can so I can hear them.

But – after I recorded this song I asked myself – Where is this one going to go?

The title of this track is “Hillbilly Backyard” and it is a novelty/humorous song. It came from a journal writing I did while sitting on my back deck and looking at the crap that was laying around in the backyard. Meanwhile out front, where my wife holds dominion, the yard looked great with flowers and freshly cut grass and an air of suburban accommodation.

It will be interesting to see where this song fits with the other songs I have recorded. I don’t want to have this seem like an anomaly on the record, meaning I have these serious songs and then all of a sudden here’s this tongue-in-cheek song about suburban lawn care. But I’m not throwing it out just yet – perhaps it will fit somewhere. We’ll see.

Let me know what you think!

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Hillbilly Backyard

I moved up North from way down South
Got a corporate job and fancy house
Now I gotta put up with all these blue-blood Yankees

So if I want to fit in here’s what I gotta do
So this Dixie boy can be just like you
I gotta hire me some guys to gussy-up my front lawn

Put in some fancy shrubs and manicure the grass
A couple of lawn jockeys so when people drive past
They say – Hey! He must be one of us!

But I was raised down South where people understand
That a pretty face ain’t worth a goddamn
Until you take a look at what’s behind their eyes

So come on through my hedge
And take a look around the edge
You’ll see a chicken coop
A car on blocks
A refrigerator full of beer
Cigarette butts, an old spit can
And the grass is growin’ up to here
The paint is pealing off the porch
But I’m payin’ it no regard
‘Cause I brought my Southern Comfort up North
To my hillbilly backyard

Well I shop at the Mall, I drink white wine
I wave hey to the neighbors as they pass on by
But no one suspects I’m just a Good Ol’ Boy

Come on back and set fer a spell
Sip some white lightning but just don’t tell
About what you seen when you stepped out my back door

So come on through my hedge
And take a look around the edge
You’ll see a chicken coop
A Volvo on blocks
A refrigerator full of beer
Cigarette butts, an old spit can
And the grass is growin’ up to here
The paint is pealing off the porch
But I’m payin’ it no regard
‘Cause I brought my Southern Comfort up North
To my hillbilly backyard