A country song or just like it

March 15, 2014

You’ve heard the saying, “My life is like a country song” and in my case it could be true. I don’t think it’s that unique because country songs are about everyday situations and they’re pretty diversified. Sooner or later they will apply to most of us. “Even a blind hog finds an acorn sooner or later.”

Country music tells many stories and they will span the peaks and valleys of life. It may be about love that is, “Deeper than the holler or higher than the pine tree standing high upon the hill,” according to Randy Travis. Early in life it seems that Waylon is right about, “There’s only two things in life that make it worth livin’ – guitars tuned right and firm feelin’ women.” Too often, that will lead to, “Here’s a quarter – call someone who cares,” says Travis Tritt.

Life’s highway is a lot like the country music highway (U.S. 23 –KY) – it’s going to include some straight stretches and some curves, hills, potholes, detours, and speed bumps. As you enjoy all you can stand of life’s romantic roller coaster, you begin to look for someone to, ”Walk through this world with me,” as the Possum sang and find that, “Big ol’ brew and little ol’ you,” to settle down with.

When your “Country Road” does take you home to the “Green, green grass of home,” you may be “A member of the Country Club,” or you may live up “Butcher Holler.” Regardless, the realities of life are starting to set in. You’re losing sight of the life in the fast lane of your youth and trading it for the family plan. Now you find that: “I’m in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life’s no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die – I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.” When you’re feelin’ bulletproof and talkin’ a little smack, you may say or think: “I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.” – Toby Keith

I find that as I do my “Six days on the road” in my landscape ventures, each day ends with, “Hey it’s good to be back home again.” That takes me from see to can’t see and from Dudley to Denver. As I spend half my life in a dump truck, I feel like I’m, “Seeing the world through a windshield” and getting “White line fever,” but this seems to be the advanced stages of the “Ramblin’ Fever” I had in a former life. Do you ever allow yourself to take a “Magic Carpet Ride” back in time and get “Lost in the Fifties” (Milsap) or “Sixties” (Wooten)?

When you’re going in circles on a tractor seat and making real good time, you can do some deep thinking. A lot of this, in my case, results in country music song recollection. In 1958, International put out a fine red tractor. It had traction and power, but two options that I had to improve were radio and drink holder. I also put weights on the front end and converted her to a 12 volt system. As Little Red and I go our merry way, over hill and dale, over the river and through the woods, we’re into country music and mainly classic country with Big Buck Country (FM 101.5)

When we went to see the Oak Ridge Boys in November, I realized that everything changes. They look and sound a little different, but they’ve been at it 40 years. I also realized that over the years of going in circles on Little Red or bouncing around all over Southern Ohio in a dump truck, I’ve altered a few songs to suit me. As Mark Twain said, “Gather all the facts, and then distort them to suit your purpose.” Some of my creations might be: “Lost in the Sixties (Milsap), “Swauger Valley Saturday Night” (McDaniel) “Little Laura” (Oak Ridge Boys)

In case you’ve never heard that last one, I’m getting an uncontrollable urge to share it with you. OK, a little belly-rubbin’ music Maestro… “My heart’s on fara-for Little Laura Giddy-up, Giddy up, Oom Poppa a mow-mow Giddy-up, Giddy-up Oom Poopa a mow-mow Heigh-ho Silver, away”

If this applies to you, your life just may be like a country song. It could be worse. They could be playing “Taps” or your Swan Song. If there’s any way possible that you can pay the fiddler, just keep on dancing to life’s music. If it happens to be Boot Scootin’ music, just turn it up. Life’s a dance, you learn as you go and some of it’s Boot Scootin’ and some of it’s belly-rubbin’ music. Just keep droppin’ quarters and pushin’ the right buttons (play “Misty” and B29).

Let’s conclude this with one for Little Laura here “In the Still of the Night” and “In the Misty Moonlight.” As Anne Murray might say: “I’ll always remember the song they were playing, the first time we danced and I knew As we swayed to the music and held to each other, I fell in love with you. Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? Could you be my partner every night? When we’re together it feels so right, Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Ah, yes, the requests are pouring in – so, yes, I’ll quit. May your life be like a country song and it be a happy one. As it reads on Mel Blanc’s tombstone: “That’s all folks.”

Dudley Wooten can be reached at 740-820-8210 or by visiting wootenlandscaping.com.