Sunday, January 19, 2014

Don't call what your wearin' an outfit

I think I have lauded The Drive By Truckers before. 
I love the lyrics to many of their songs. 
This one, "outfit" is one of my favorites, it reminds me of my grandparents. 
Advice a father is giving his son, particularly the line "don't ever say your car is broke." I remember my grandfather and mother both telling me something like that on separate occasions.  You never want to let on that you don't know, at least a little, what's wrong, was the gist.
I'm happy that I know my way around the car, at least superficially and that I don't feel like I get took very often, by repair people.

1 comment:

  1. God I love DBT.
    One of my favorites is "Panties In Your Purse".

    Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of them big long
    You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
    I said "Dylan who?" and you told me to kiss your ass
    I apologized, but you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
    And when you said it wasn't me it was you
    Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why

    Stuff was flying out of the window
    Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
    He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
    He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street
    You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
    It was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard
    Him calling you a whore and a tramp
    You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground

    He got a lawyer, you got a bottle
    He got the children and you moved in with your mama
    She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
    She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
    Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
    Somehow it's different now than when you were young
    It's your own damn fault you been through hell
    For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself