Dumb Song That Ain't Even Really Country Lyrics

I come from Backwater Town, in the hills of Tennessee

So poor we had no radio till 1983

Everybody's been hoping to start families

Living in a third world country in Bledsoe, Tennessee

I went back there last Sunday to see what all had changed

Things just went from bad to worse since my life rearranged

It looked like Great Depression made a comeback with a vengeance

Families left up there wound up in a desperate life sentence

I got away in time to save my ego still intact

But time made me jaded and I never would come back

There's something in my blood that fed the horror in my mind

When I left the best of what I was got left behind

Well I saw a little girl in a torn up dress, she was walking by the road

She hopped in my car when I stopped at the dead rail road

I said, you wanna hear the radio She said, no, mama says it's the devil

Same as TV, whiskey, money and books, all except the Bible

She was only in my car for three minutes and thirteen seconds

That's how long my Marilyn Monroe song it took to make an impression

With the first few chords her eyes looked like a midnight ghost possession

By the second verse her hands, they were raised up clear to heaven

I watched her tears and laughter as the volume raised to ten

Like a hallelujah chorus that girl looked born again

Her house was at the end of that little cross cut road

And she was singing all the verses as she walked away unbowed

I'm headed back to Bledsoe, my fender amp in back

My credit card is maxed out, cords and picks in my rucksack

Up here on the front seat, it's the bestest gift of all

A lifetime loan that poor kid, a brand new gold Les Paul

Well poor folk compensate by richness in the mind and heart

Well starving folks build up where the rich folks tear apart

Lives of desperation need hope to carry on

Hope wants folks to need to be the world phenomenon

That little girl's gonna be the world's best of all time