Buckle in the Bible Belt
December 04, 2009 // Posted by: admin // Category: Country Belt Buckles
The Making of Ha Ha Tonka
A more in depth look at what went in to making the album, and what’s going on with the band now.
Duration : 0:5:5
The Making of Ha Ha Tonka
A more in depth look at what went in to making the album, and what’s going on with the band now.
Duration : 0:5:5
Here’s a video of a 2003 Les Paul Classic played through a Fender Super Sonic amp…no effects, just the built in reverb and gain/distortion. This thing has incredible sustain and weighs in at 9.65 lbs. It is in good condition with no breaks or repairs but has some dings, scratches, and belt buckle rash on the back. It is recorded on the video mode of my old Nikon Coolpix 3200 digital camera with the built in mic. so please excuse the quality/sound limitations.
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Thanks for watching!
-Howard
Duration : 0:5:39
Waylon Arnold Jennings (June 15, 1937 February 13, 2002) was an influential American country music singer and musician.
A series of duet albums with Willie Nelson in the late 1970s culminated in the 1978 crossover hit, “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys”.
Willie Hugh Nelson (born April 30, 1933) is an American country singer-songwriter, author, poet and actor.
Along with Nelson, Waylon Jennings was also achieving success in country music in the early 1970s, and the pair were soon combined into a genre called outlaw country (”outlaw” because it did not conform to Nashville standards).
“Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys” is a country music song written by Ed Bruce and Patsy Bruce. It was made famous by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, whose version was first released on their 1978 album Waylon & Willie. The song’s lyrics advise mothers to raise their children as doctors or lawyers rather than cowboys, who seem to be “always alone.”
The Waylon & Willie version peaked at No. 1 in March 1978, spending four weeks atop the Billboard magazine Hot Country Singles chart.
Lyrics:
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probly just ride away
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Duration : 0:2:30
“Rock Candy Baby” gets the Farmingdale Sound Machine treatment in this excerpt from draft six of the endlessly implausible “I WAS A TEENAGE BEATNIK!” (AND/OR MONSTER FOR THE LITERAL UNDERGROUND) – Carlton J. Lepis gives advice to aspiring bands. Dick Contino turns up in one of several sequences shot in Las Vegas… thanks, Dick – may your belt buckle always be to the side. DV, 16mm, and Super-8 and debris shot 2001-2006 across America. Song recorded solo, 2005.
Duration : 0:5:46
a simple clip for a fantastic song. Back to the Roots^^.
Jethro Tull are a British rock group formed in 1967.Their music is characterised by the songs, vocals and flute work of Ian Anderson, who has led the band since its founding, and guitarist Martin Barre, who has been with the band since 1969.
Initially playing blues rock with an experimental flavour, they incorporated elements of classical, folk and ‘ethnic’ musics, jazz and art rock into their music.
The band have sold more than 60 million albums worldwide. (wikipedia)
Lyrics:
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams —
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n'Roll but he’s too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday — work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies — tears in his eyes —
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to die.
Duration : 0:5:45
I’ve got a hot beer and a cold, cold woman in the truck. Warm suds and a chilly tomater, aint it just my luck I gotta pull my pickup over, grab me a dollar bag of icer Cause if I drink the beer first, the woman might look nicer than 5 fishin’ poles, 3 belt buckles and a hay ride with Mary Tyler Moore
Duration : 0:1:4
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams —
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n'Roll but he’s too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday — work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies — tears in his eyes —
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to die.
Jethro Tull- Too Old To Rock ‘n’ Roll: Too Young To Die! (LIVE VERSION), from the album Bursting Out
Duration : 0:3:54