RIP Tom T. Hall #TheStoryteller 1936-2021 https://t.co/kJSNOZPGeB pic.twitter.com/uEvWhE37bu

— Willie's Roadhouse (@SXMWillie) August 20, 2021

I like beer

The Dirty Sock said:

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I like beer

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Simple Greatness.

The dude could make you smile

I listen to a lot of Tom T. Hall. He was a great one for sure.

"I Remember the Year that Clayton Delaney Died" is one of my favorites. As with many of his songs, it was based at least partly on truth. "Faster Horses" is another of my favorites.

My dad had some Tom T. Hall records that I listened to frequently as a kid. I made sure I got them when he passed earlier this year. I'll have to listen to some tonight.

Thats How I Got to Memphis and Marge is at the Lincoln Park Inn are two of my all time favorite. Man could write some tunes.

One of the great ones

His album "Songs of Fox Hallow for Children for All Ages" was a stable listen in my house when I was a kid.

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She was nineteen years of age and was developed to a fault,
but I will admit she knew the Bible well.
A little white lace hanky marked the text that she would use;
She'd breath into that microphone and send us all to Hell.

- The Little Lady Preacher

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She gave her heart to Jethro, and her body to the whole damn world.

- She Gave Her Heart to Jethro

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Clayton used to tell me 'Son, you'd better put that ole guitar away,
There ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave.

- The Year that Clayton Delaney Died

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The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful,
but she brought that hot bologna every day.
And after seven days she got to looking so much better,
I asked her if she'd like to run away.

- A Week in a Country Jail

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They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs.
It took us seven hours and I guess we must have drunk a case of beer.

- Ballad of Forty Dollars

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I guess the guy she married was the best part of my luck.
She dug him cause he drove a pickup truck.

- Pamela Brown

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Now you be good and don't be chasin' all those pretty woman that you know.
And by the way if you see Barbara Walker tell her that I said 'hello'.

- Homecoming

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Next thing I knew he had a switchblade knife.
Lord I didn't know that fraulein was his wife.

- Salute to a Switchblade

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If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned,
I think that I will readily affirm --
It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money.

- Faster Horses

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He said ' women think about theyselves, when menfolk ain't around,
and friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down.'
He said 'I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime,
now it's old dogs, and children, and watermelon wine.'

- Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine

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Past the hound dogs and some dominecker chickens.
Temporary-lookin' houses with their lean and bashful kids.
Every hundred yards a sign proclaimed that Christ was coming soon,
and I thought, 'Well, man, he'd sure be disappointed if he did.'

- Trip to Hyden

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The guys here have posted many great Tom T songs, and certain lines remain etched in my memory for some damn reason, even though it's been decades since they received any radio play. You may have your own.

He was an old time cowboy
Don't you understand
His eyes were sharp as razor blades
His face was leather tanned
His toes were pointed inward
From a hangin' on a horse
He was an old
Philosopher of course
He was so thin I swear
You could have used him for a whip
He had to drink a beer
To keep his breeches on his hips
I knew I had to ask him
About the mysteries of life
He spat between his boots
And he replied
"It's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money"
He smiled and all his teeth
Were covered with tobacco stains
He said, "It don't do men no good
To pray for peace and rain"
"Peace and rain is just
A way to say prosperity
And buffalo chips is all
That means to me"
I told him I was a poet
I was lookin' for the truth
I do not care for horses
Whiskey women or the loot
I said I was a writer
My soul was all on fire
He looked at me
And he said you are a liar
"Son, it's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money"
Well, I was disillusioned
If I say the least
I grabbed him by the collar
And I jerked him to his feet
There was somethin' cold
And shiny laying by my head
So I started to believe
The things he said
Well, my poet days're over
And I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace a
And comfort of reality
If my boy ever asks me
What it is that I have learned
I think that
I will readily affirm
"Son, it's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money"
Faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money
Faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money
It's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
More money

The Dirty Sock said:

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I like beer

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I've been waiting for someone in college baseball - preferably an Aggie - to use this as their walk up song. Hell, I would have done it.