The WEJB/NSU Country Music Concert: 22 Videos (Tom T. Hall, George Strait, George Jones, Johnny Cash, Randy Travis, Hank Williams Jr., Tennessee Ernie Ford, Alan Jackson, et al.)

Produced by Nicholas Stix

Tennessee Ernie Ford: “16 Tons”

Uploaded on Apr 5, 2008 by LordEgan.
 

[I had posted Hank Williams Jr. first, followed by Tennessee Ernie Ford, but Ford went invisible, and the person who'd posted his performance at Youtube, Lord Egan, showed up at Williams' slot, instead of AllCountryLyrics's channel. Is a puzzlement.]

 

Hank Williams Jr.: “Country Folks Can Survive” (with Lyrics)

AllCountryLyrics's channel.
 

Tennessee Ernie Ford: “16 Tons”

Uploaded on Apr 5, 2008 by LordEgan.
 

Johnny Cash: “Ring of Fire”

Uploaded on Feb 24, 2009 by xxboxingboyxx.
 

Johnny Horton: “North to Alaska”

Uploaded on May 13, 2010 by UschisChannel2.
 

Wayne Newton: “Daddy, Don’t You Walk So Fast”

Uploaded on Feb 12, 2010 by John Mcintyre.
 

Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn: “Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man” Live

Uploaded on Apr 18, 2009 by NotGeneWatsonSongs.
 

George Strait: “I Cross My Heart”

Uploaded on Jan 7, 2010 by metaldagon.
 

Glen Campbell: “Wichita Lineman”

 
Uploaded on Mar 5, 2007 by 2old2Rock.
 

Jimmy Dean: “Big Bad John” ~ 1961

Uploaded on Sep 15, 2010 by MrRJDB1969.
 

Alan Jackson: “Remember When”

alanjacksonVEVO.
 

Tom T. Hall: “Old Dogs, and Children, and Watermelon Wine”

 

Charlie Pride: “Roll on, Mississippi”

 

Roll on, Mississippi
(Words & Music by Unknown—please help me here, folks! This is not the 1931 song.)

Walking along, whistlin’ a song,
Barefoot and fancy free,
A big riverboat, passing us by,
She’s headed for New Orleans,
There she goes, disappearing around a bend,
Roll on, Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again.

Cool river breeze, like peppermint leaves,
The taste of it takes me back,
Chewin’ on a straw, with torn overalls,
Cane pole and old straw hat; muddy river,
Just like a long lost friend,
Roll on, Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again.

Roll on, Mississippi, big river roll,
You’re the childhood dream I grew up on,
Roll on, Mississippi, carry me home,
Now I can see I’ve been away too long,
Roll on, Mississippi, roll on.

When the world’s spinnin’ ‘round, too fast for me,
I need a place to dream,
So I come to your banks, I sit in your shade,
And relive the memories,
Tom Sawyer … and Huckleberry Finn,
Roll on, Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again.

Roll on, Mississippi, big river roll,
You’re the childhood dream I grew up on,
Roll on, Mississippi, carry me home,
Now I can see I’ve been away too long,
Roll on, Mississippi, roll on.

Mississippi,
Roll on,
Roll on, Mississippi, roll on,
Roll on, Mississippi, roll on.

Thanks to pheyup33 for the upload, replete with the beautiful video, and to TS Rocks, for the lyrics.
 

George Strait: “Amarillo by Morning” (Live from the Astrodome)

Uploaded on Oct 2, 2011 by WinstonFreedman.
 

Crystal Gayle: “I'll Do It All Over Again”

Upload on Mar 24, 2013 by Jeffrey Allen.
 

Newsong: “The Christmas Shoes”

NewSongVEVO.
 

Charlie Rich: Rollin’ with the Flow

 

(P.S. I coded up a video for this item, but it won't show up. I tried twice to publish it, so far, and I'll try again later when, hopefully, whatever glitch is presently the matter has been resolved.

P.P.S. I just posted the youtube coding unchanged, right on top of the coding that I had sized to fit this blog template, but which didn't work, and now it's working. So, although it's probably just a coincidence that the youtube-sized video box is working, I'm going to leave it as it is for a time. You know the adage, It's best to leave sleeping youtube video boxes lie. Alright, I'll shut up, now.)

Charlie Rich: 1932-1995

Rollin’ with the Flow
By Jimmy Hayes

Once was a thought inside my head,
‘Fore I reached thirty I’d be dead,
But somehow on and on I go,
I keep on rollin’ with the flow.

Folks said that I would change my mind,
I’d straighten up and do just fine,
Ah, but I still love rock ‘n roll,
I keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin’ with the flow.

I got my angel-raising kids,
I’m raisin’ hell, just like I did,
I’ve got a lot of crazy friends,
And they forgive me of my sins.

Some might be callin’ me a bum,
But I’m still out there having fun,
And Jesus loves me, yes, I know,
So, I keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin’ with the flow.

I got my angel-raising kids,
But I’m raisin’ hell, just like I did,
I’ve got a lot of crazy friends,
And they forgive me of my sins.

Can’t take it with you when you’re gone,
But I want enough to get there on,
And I ain’t ever growing old,
So, I keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin’ with the flow.

I ain’t ever growing old,
If I keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin,’
Keep on rollin,’
Keep on rollin’ with the flow,
Keep on rollin,’
Keep on rollin,’
Keep on rollin’ with the flow.
 
You could tear apart the composition and the lyrics, if you had a mind to, but as a record, it just plain works. The orchestration helps, but mainly it's due to Charlie Rich's piano licks and his seemingly effortless singing of a tricky song.
(With thanks to Richard Schulz.)
 

George Jones: “What’s Your Mama’s Name, Child?”

 

Thanks to Goodolcountrymusic1 for the upload.
 

What’s Your Mama’s Name, Child?
By Peanut Montgomery and Dallas Frazier

What’s Your Mama’s Name, Child?
Have you ever heard about a town called New Orleans?
 

What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?

Thirty-some odd years ago, a young man came to Memphis,
Askin’ ‘bout a rose that used to blossom in his world,
People never took the time to mind the young man's questions,
Till one day they heard him ask a little green-eyed girl.

What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?
Does she ever talk about a place called New Orleans?
Has she ever mentioned a man named Buford Wilson?
What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?

Twenty-some odd years ago, a drunkard down in Memphis,
Lost a month of life and labor to the county jail,
Just because he asked a little green-eyed girl a question,
And offered her a nickel's worth of candy, if she'd tell.

A year and some-odd days ago, an old man died in Memphis,
Just another wayward soul the county had to claim,
Inside the old man's ragged coat, they found a faded letter,
That said you have a daughter and her eyes are Wilson green.

What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?
Does she ever talk about a place called New Orleans?
Has she ever mentioned a man named Buford Wilson?
What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?
What's your mama's name child, what's your mama's name?
 

Johnny Cash: “Hurt”

 

I know that it was written as a rock song by Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor, whom I’d never heard of, before hearing Cash’s cover. (I’d heard of the group, but never heard their music.) but it doesn’t sound like a rock song here, does it?

Watching this video again—which has to be the most powerful music video I’ve ever seen, though that may not be saying all that much—I’m reminded of the opening to The Shootist, when John Bernard Books’ legendary career as an assassin is recounted, through the legendary movie career of John Wayne! The difference, of course, is The Shootist was all poetry, while “Hurt” includes Cash’s great love, June Carter Cash, who would soon pass away, to be joined by him not long thereafter.

But The Shootist was about a living legend dying of cancer, played by a one-lunged, living legend who had survived cancer 12 years earlier, and who would succumb to it three years later. The parallels aren’t exact, and this ain’t geometry, but they’re there, nonetheless.
 

Randy Travis: “Three Wooden Crosses,” with Lyrics

 
Uploaded on Aug 31, 2009 by Robert R.
 
Three Wooden Crosses: Lyrics

Artist: Travis Randy
Song: Three Wooden Crosses
Album: Rise and Shine Randy Travis Sheet Music
Randy Travis CDs

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
"Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
"Who read it to me."

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.

 

Johnny Lee: “Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places,” with Lyrics

AmericanZeus.
 

Charlie Rich: “Behind Closed Doors”

Uploaded on Apr 10, 2009 by coockiestv.
 

Tom T. Hall: Faster Horses (The Cowboy and the Poet)

John1948TwelveC.
 

Johnny Cash: That Ragged Old Flag

 

That Ragged Old Flag
By Johnny Cash

I walked through a county courthouse square,
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there,
I said, "Your courthouse is kinda run down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little town,"
I said, "Your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it."

He said "have a seat," so I sat down,
He said, "Is this your first visit to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is,"
He said "I don’t like to brag,
But we’re kinda proud of
"That ragged old flag."

"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware,
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
Writing "Oh Say Can You See,"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
Tugging at its seams.

It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on tho,
It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
Got cut again at Shiloh Hill,
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That ragged old flag."

On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II,
She hung limp and low by the time
That one was through,
She was in Korea, Vietnam,
She went where she was sent
By her Uncle Sam.

The Native Americans, the black, yellow, and white,
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes,
And here in her own good land,
She’s been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands,
Has been scandalized throughout the land,
And she’s getting threadbare,
And she’s wearing kinda thin,
But she’s in pretty good shape,
For the shape she’s in,
‘Cause she’s been through the fire before,
And she can take a whole lot more.

So we raise her up every morning,
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.

On second thought,
I do like to brag,
‘Cause I’m mighty proud of
"That ragged old flag."
 

Thanks to Hippekuln and Junto Society.