THE STRANGEST SONGS EVER… #3
For those just tuning in, every Monday till I’m done, I’m posting my top 10 list of THE STRANGEST SONGS EVER.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t get me wrong, some of these are songs I adore. They’re just either about strange things people don’t usually sing about, or they just don’t make any sense.
The list so far…
#10 was Elton John’s Madman Across the Water, because it makes no sense.
#9 George Harrison’s, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, because it’s about housework.
#8, today’s Strangest song is… Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves by Cher. Yes, let’s all sell our women-folk into prostitution.
#7, the awesome dance tune, proving ultimately parody-able, PSY’s Gangnam Style.
# 6 is on of my fave tunes of all times. It’s Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, on the list because we all wore those “Frankie says relax” T-shirts despite it being highly suggestive.
#5 is the Five Man Electrical Band’s Werewolf because instead of getting our son help, whether from a shrink or Dean Winchester, they chose to kill him instead!
#4 is Helen Reddy’s Angie Baby. It’s about a “special” gal who uses top 40 hits to seduce her would-be rapist.
Now, on to #3. (insert very quiet drum roll here)
It’s about burying a body in the swamp. For a friend. C’mon. We’ve all done it. Oh, just me and Vicki Lawrence then. Okay.
The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia
Words and Music by Bobby Russell, sung by Vicki Lawrence
He was on his way home from Candletop,
Been two weeks gone and he thought he’d stop,
At William’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her,
Andy Wolloe said “Hello,”And he said “Hi, what’s doin’, Wo?”
“Seth, sit down, I got some bad news, it’s gonna hurt.”
He said “I’m your best friend and you know that’s right.”
“But your young bride ain’t home tonight.”
“Since you been gone she’s been seein’ that Amos boy, Seth. “
Well, he got mad ‘n’ he saw red and Andy said “Boy, don’tcha lose your head.”
“ ‘Cause to tell ya the truth, I been with her myself.”
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer.
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands.
Well, Andy got scared and left the bar.
Walkin’ on home ‘cause he didn’t live far.
See, Andy didn’t have many friends and he’d just lost him one.
Brother thought his wife musta left town,
So he went home and finally found,
The only thing Papa had left him, that was a gun.
And he went off to Andy’s house.
A’skippin’ through the backwoods quiet as a mouse.
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make.
He looked through the screen at the back-porch door.
And he saw Andy lyin’ on the floor,
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake.
Well, the Georgia Patrol was a’makin’ their rounds.
So he fired a shot just to flag ‘em down.
And a big-bellied sheriff got his gun and said “Why’dya do it?”
And the judge said “Guilty” in a make-believe trial,
And slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile.
Said “Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it.”
Well, they hung my brother before I could say,
The tracks he saw while on his way,
To Andy’s house and back that night were mine.
And his cheatin’ wife had never left town.
And that’s one body that’ll never be found.
See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.