tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25421418.post644943068331356432..comments2023-11-02T09:26:20.266-04:00Comments on Make no assumptions of what I really mean.: GramUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25421418.post-79343099885626064892008-12-01T10:39:00.000-05:002008-12-01T10:39:00.000-05:00Gram is my favorite country boy with a sweet, sad ...Gram is my favorite country boy with a sweet, sad heart and long brown hair. Thanks for making it feel like I got to be there to see him. <BR/>my favorite example of his high lonesome songwriting:<BR/><BR/>"Juanita"<BR/>No affection were the words<BR/>That stuck on my mind<BR/>When she walked out on me<BR/>For the very last time<BR/>Oh, mama, sweet mama<BR/>Can you tell me what to say<BR/>I don't know what i've done<BR/>To be treated this way<BR/><BR/>In a cold dirty room<BR/>That's where i found myself<BR/>With a bottle of wine<BR/>And some pills on the shelf<BR/>Oh, mama, sweet mama<BR/>Can you tell me what to say<BR/>I don't know what i've done<BR/>And i'm feeling so ashamed<BR/><BR/>Then an angel appeared<BR/>She was just seventeen<BR/>In a dirty old gown<BR/>With a conscience so clean<BR/>Oh, mama, sweet mama<BR/>Can you tell me what to say<BR/>She's brought back the life<BR/>That i once threw away<BR/>She's brought back the life<BR/>That i once threw awayMaryana Lucia Vestichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187163685653090249noreply@blogger.com