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70s Fender, what should I look for?

Some country music info for ya:

Merle Haggard is as good as it gets for pure country talent. I repeat, he is as good as it gets! I would love to have that bass for the couple Merle covers my band does!

In addition:

If you want some unbelievable jam-band type country from the early 70's with sweet les paul and p bass tones, spend $1.98 on itunes and buy both "Birmingham Blues" and "No Place Left To Go" by the Charlie Daniels Band. Trust me, its worth the money! It will change your idea of the possibilities of country music.

Buy that P! Or hook me up with it!
 
^_^

And this all sounds like I won't do that great P any justice. I play rock and rather slow dark stuff. The poor thing....:hiding: Its going from having backed one of Country musics best to being a moody dark rock lowender. I hope thats not going to be too much of a disservice to it. :ninja:

And I was reading up on Haggard a bit the other night and I found it interesting. I also downloaded a clip to listen to and he has a really really great voice I thought. I guess its time to open my mind and check him out more thoroughly. I am generally a REAL ANTI country music person but I am willing to check him out. ^_^ Ironically I grew up around country music of sorts. My mother loved Johnny Cash and she always watched Hee Haw so I was inundated with Porter Wagner and Roy Clark etc as a child. I can listen to the three I mentioned above with no problem. I can also listen to Patsy Cline and Dolly Pardon. Their voices are reall good. Now how I went from being exposed to all that as a child to In Flames and Disturbed and Metallica etc. is probably weird. :p
 
Im telling ya, check those Charlie Daniels songs if ya like some speed! I had no idea until I stumbled upon it. The bass lines are fast, walking/moving constantly, and very tasty!

I am an old metal head who grew up around country as well. The country has to be honest for me as well..which is why I couldnt tell you one person or band that is on todays country radio. Generally I stick to the 70's outlaw type stuff with a little early eighties mixed in :)

Oh yeah, I am definitely not an Okie from Muskogee...although I only live a couple hours away from there! Not one of his top 20 songs IMO, but I guess one of his more popular ones.
 
Im telling ya, check those Charlie Daniels songs if ya like some speed! I had no idea until I stumbled upon it. The bass lines are fast, walking/moving constantly, and very tasty!

"The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done." "


Come to think of it, that's a pretty metal lyric right there! :D
 
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all

We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
 


The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
 



The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
'Let my guitar playing friend do my request.' (Let him...)

Sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang.
Can I hear once before we move along?'

Sing me back home, the song my mama sang
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

Sing Me Back Home before I die
 




It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I'll go back workin, come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
I'll drink a little beer that evening,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
Cause I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin around
I wanna throw my bills out the window catch a train to another town
But I go back working I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
Yeah drink a little beer in a tavern,
Cry a little bit of these working man blues

Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
Cause I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
Yeah drink a little beer in a tavern,
Cry a little bit of these working man blues