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DRUGS
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the
adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why
didn't we have drug problem when you and I were growing
up?''
I replied: I had a drug problem when I was
young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was
drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to
family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful
to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I
disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report
card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or
the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the
kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I
uttered a profane four letter word.
I was drug out to
pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out
of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family,
friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no
one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some
firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a
single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me
back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my
veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say,
and think. They are stronger than alcohol, cocaine, crack, or
heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug
problem, America would be a better place.
God bless
parents who drugged us! |
(Author: Anymouse)
Country singer Al Dexter wrote and then sang this song to the top of the pop
charts in the summer of 1943. Bing and the Andrews Sisters recorded the song
Sept. 27, 1943, and proved there were still a few bullets left in Ma's pistol.
Their version landed for 4 weeks in the No. 2 position of the pop charts and
sold more than a million copies, earning Bing yet another gold record. Bing's
recording also had the distinction of being the first song to top the first
Billboard country music chart when it was introduced Jan. 8, 1944. Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing
And I'll woo you every day.
I'll be your regular mama
And I'll put that gun away.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!
Oh, she kicked out my windshield
And she hit me over the head.
She cussed and cried and said I lied
And she wished that I was dead.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
We're 3 tough gals
From deep down Texas way.
We got no pals
They don't like the way we play.
We're a rough rootin tootin shootin trio
But you ought to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror make no error
But there ain't no nicer terror
Here's what we tell her:
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came.
The draugh was slow
So now they know
You can't do that to Mame.
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
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