Cryin’ Time

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Boots scraping on hardwood floors the lilt of a steel guitar making the twinge of life sink in. Pitchers of Lone Star are poured, okra fried, pearl snaps fingered, pepper sauce passed as the sad songs play on in the Texas barroom I find myself in. Sad songs make good times so much better it seems. I remember the scene above as I stared into a campfire in Montana ringed by cowboys professional and otherwise. Someone had rigged-up some music, and was playing our favorites by request. I was on a big Waylon Jennings jag, and one of the older cowboys started singing, Drinkin, and Dreamin, and damned if I hadn’t had that song stuck in my head all day. I joined him in singing, we were midway through the song before I opened my eyes. I realized we were belting it out, and everyone was clapping along as they warmed their boots on the hot fire ring rocks. The sad song was making for a good time. My sight was blurred from the bright fire against the pitch black night, and the music took me back to that barroom in Texas. Hot and humid, relaxed and familiar Texas. But, I was in freezing Montana with new folks, under a great streak of stars and yet I was right at home. Sad songs with good friends just make life sweeter, yes. Things touch me in the oddest ways sometimes, so I am thankful for music. It seems to be something that speaks to everyone in a way they can relate to. Each person has their personal tastes, and music can touch one and all if they listen. Oddly though, often I am told, Yeah, I like most music, except country.

I feel bad for them.

They don’t understand salt always makes beer taste better. In the case of good old Honky Tonk music, it’s the salt from your tears that make it so. Nothing makes love seem so right as a gut wrenching song from Bakersfield. Those Buckaroos knew how to make you FEEL it. The precious nature of Love, and the agony of loss. Nothing makes you appreciate something more than losing it. Sometimes, just hearing a tale of woe through a good old song is enough pain to make you grateful for what you have.

So, crack a cold one and grab up your copy of Buck Owens “Ive got a Tiger by the Tail” and cue up “Crying Time”……

Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, your gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time,

Now they say that absence Makes the heart grow fonder,
And that tears are only rain to make love grow,
Well my love for you could never grow no stronger,
If I live to be a hundred years old,
So, it’s cryin’ time again, your gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time

Now you say that you’ve found someone you love better,
That’s the way it’s happened every time before,
And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow,
Cryin’ time will start when you walk out the door,
Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, your gonna leave me,
I can see that far away look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,
That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time…

Boots scraping on hardwood floors the lilt of a steel guitar making the twinge of life sink in. Pitchers of Lone Star are poured, okra fried, pearl snaps fingered, pepper sauce passed as the sad songs play on in the Texas barroom I find myself in….

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