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She let out this morning
Like a rusty shot in a hollow sky
Left me without warning
Sooner than the dogs could bark
and faster than the sun rose
Down to the banks in an old mule car
she took a flatboat across the shallow
Left me in my tears to drown
she left a baby daughter
Now the water's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters
Tobacco standing in the fields
be rotten come November
And a bitter heart will not reveal
a spring that love remembers
When that sweet brown girl of mine
her black eyes are ravens
We broke the bread and drank the wine
from a jug that she'd been saving
Left me in my tears to drown
she left a baby daughter
Now the water's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters
Baby's crying and the daylight's gone
That big oak tree is groaning
In rush of wind and river of song
I can hear my sweetheart moaning
Crying for her baby child
or crying for her husband
Crying for that river's wild
to take her from her loved ones
Left me in my tears to drown
she left a baby daughter
Now the water's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters
Left me in my tears to drown
she left a baby daughter
Now the water's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters
There aren't a whole lot of songs in the red-neck catalogue that sing about "that sweet brown girl of mine" so I'm going to go ahead and disagree.
Yellow Rose of Texas? Hoyt Axton
John H is a Mississippi River rat. He and I are of the same fabric.
Crossing them Muddy Waters (Mississippi, Ohio, Missouri, Tennessee) can be quite dangerous! You wade out there...and then boom...your step into a sink hole and that under current can pull you under. Not to mention those damn wakes from the barges. Just try canoeing into them.
But if you are laying on your back in an innertube, and lay your head back into the water, you see the river upside down. That's what Mother Nature intended.
Indeed.
Two years ago. Seems like a century. Bring back live music as fast as you can. Wear a fucking mask and get a fucking vaccine.
No thanks.
If you wade out there, you can fall into sink holes with a strong current...you drown.
Two years ago. Seems like a century. Bring back live music as fast as you can. Wear a fucking mask and get a fucking vaccine.
John is such an enigma. So enjoyed him in concert recently with Lyle Lovett. It was such a personal concert and venue. I felt like they were talking right to us, like we were their friends. John doesn't have the best voice in the world, but his music makes up for it 70 times over. He can play anything on a guitar, that I can tell. And he can improvise. Guess what, he whistles too! Really loudly! And right on key. He's so cool.
I saw them together too. What an incredible experience
Two years ago. Seems like a century. Bring back live music as fast as you can. Wear a fucking mask and get a fucking vaccine.
hey man
I'm going to see Umphrey McGee tomorrow night
will be outside, have vaccine. and will socially distance in a field
First show in 22 months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Segue from Sonny Landreth to John Hiatt. I saw Hiatt perform last month. His guitar player? Sonny Landreth. RP is all knowing
And all telling. which is as important, Long live RP. Feels like KMPX/KSAN in the late 60s.
John is such an enigma. So enjoyed him in concert recently with Lyle Lovett. It was such a personal concert and venue. I felt like they were talking right to us, like we were their friends. John doesn't have the best voice in the world, but his music makes up for it 70 times over. He can play anything on a guitar, that I can tell. And he can improvise. Guess what, he whistles too! Really loudly! And right on key. He's so cool.
Two years ago. Seems like a century. Bring back live music as fast as you can. Wear a fucking mask and get a fucking vaccine.
(In the words of a certain well known British jury; "I'll just get me hat and coat...")
You will have a tough time making a charge of cynicism against Hiatt - he has consistent track record of commercial indifference.
https://www.johnhiatt.com/tour.html
Saw them 10 years ago and it was excellent show in an old ballroom. God almighty, I wish more of these RP bands would tour.
Man, I incredibly don't understand this reaction. Is there just a short list of pre-approved templates for songs about death? The melody is fast-paced, but I sure wouldn't say it's upbeat, exactly.
Gross.
Be careful! Nothing rankles the ire more of RP listeners than disliking one of the cult heroes played here. Hiatt is definitely one of them. I agree. I just can't stand his voice.
https://www.johnhiatt.com/tour.html
Doesn't sound to me like she killed herself, just left.
I'm in the "love JH" crowd. Saw him once with Richard Thompson and Roger McGuinn. Hiatt and Thompson scorched, and McGuinn was dreadful. Two out of three ...
Gross.
Let me correct your misspelling: Groß
Gross.
Huh? That's just absurd.
Not sure who shit in your Cheerios a few years ago when you wrote this, but I hope it's all better now. 8—->9.
I couldn't agree with you less. 9
John Hiatt is a treasure.
..... yes, yes & yes :)
John Hiatt is a treasure.
I'm learning not to be so critical of a vocal, or a weird guitar part. If the music as a whole moves me, I'm just cuddly with joy. And John Hiatt makes me cuddly with joy. Listen to "Your Dad Did" - especially if you have children, but even if you don't, you'll laugh at the lyrics, and might even relate to them.
God - good and bad, I just LOVE RadioParadise!
Perfectly sharing my opinion and feelings. And the mandolin is of shimmering beauty.
Buy a shirt.
Precious! And, I don't think John would even think of it. Then again, maybe he did!
Buy a shirt.
When I saw him perform live once, he thanked Bonnie and after saying this one put his kids thru college he launched into "Thing Called Love".
Isn't he Bonnie whtsinsname's partner? (My name is Bonnie too).
Beautiful.
Put the cow horns back on the Cadillac and change the message on the code-a-phone...
Just when you think you've got it whipped, the bearded lady comes and does a double-back flip...
Now, there's only two things in life, but I forget what they are...
And yeah, my favorite one also: Help the starving people to get well - But let my brother's hamster burn in hell.
Love the chorus.
Amen brother!
Pain is gain, pal. Quit your cryin'.
My all time favorite: "But let my brother's hamster burn in hell"
or
"Put the cow horns back on the Cadilac and change the message on the code a phone"
If YOU don't know these lines then you're the one that's missing something.
Off the top of my head, no research:
He's sad, but he ain't sorry; it's just the wreck of the Barbie Ferrari.
Would you like a beer with your TV dinner? You may already be a winner.
She said the same things to me
Don't you know we're riding with the King?
Are you ready for a thing called love? Don't come from me and you it comes from up above.
You love your wife and kids...Just like your dad did.
It breaks my heart to see those stars / smash a perfectly good guitar
Though she knows it'll never work - She loves the jerk...
My all time favorite: "But let my brother's hamster burn in hell"
I'm learning not to be so critical of a vocal, or a weird guitar part. If the music as a whole moves me, I'm just cuddly with joy. And John Hiatt makes me cuddly with joy. Listen to "Your Dad Did" - especially if you have children, but even if you don't, you'll laugh at the lyrics, and might even relate to them.
God - good and bad, I just LOVE RadioParadise!
Listen to Little Village's "Solar Sex Panel" and get back to me.
C'mon - you're trolling, right? John Hiatt writes beautiful impressionist lyrics that paint huge wonderful images. Hooklines are for pop songs.
words borrowed by John Irving
~The Hotel New Hampshire~
Why John Hiatt always, truely always-always stops short
before a real punchline wants to leave his lips.
Poor guy - finally a lack a the ultimate talent!
Not that he's bad, certainly not - just.... he can't cross that
muddy water.
I couldn't disagree with you more. I find this song heartbreaking to listen to. Production of "memorable hooklines", as you put it, is not the mark of an artist, but the mark of a superior craftsman. I have great respect for superior songcraft (see my other posts here), but that's something else entirely. This song bleeds all over the floor as far as I'm concerned. (And I mean that in a good way.)
Why John Hiatt always, truely always-always stops short
before a real punchline wants to leave his lips.
Poor guy - finally a lack a the ultimate talent!
Not that he's bad, certainly not - just.... he can't cross that
muddy water.
She let out this morning
Like a rusty shot in a hollow sky
She left me without warning
Sooner than the dogs could bark
and faster than the sun rose
Down to the banks on an old mule cart
she took a flatboat across the shallow
CHORUS:
Left me in my tears to drown
she left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters
Tobacco standing in the fields
be rotten come November
And a bitter heart will not reveal
a spring that love remembers
When that sweet brown girl of mine
her hair black as a raven
We broke the bread and drank the wine
from a jug that she'd been saving
CHORUS
Baby's crying and the daylight's gone
That big oak tree is groaning
In rush of wind and a river of song
I can hear my true love moaning
Crying for a baby child
oh crying for her husband
Crying for that river's wild
to take her from her loved ones
CHORUS TWICE
Hiatt's first wife committed suicide by drowning herself, leaving him and their baby daughter. I'm almost positive I learned that from an interview with him, a long time ago.
Oh....?
I've always interpreted this song to mean that she died suddenly, not left him voluntarily.
you're an idiot.
I went thru your song rankings and it's obvious that you don't like anything recorded after you were born.
LMAO
I went thru your song rankings and it's obvious that you don't like anything recorded after you were born.
The melody is repetitive and boring and the lyrics are worthless. Please don't play garbage like this.
There are a lot of songs where your statement is true, but this is not one of them. To say that the lyrics are worthless, says more about you than their meaning.