Country music: Living vicariously

I’ve had Music Choice’s “Today’s Country” playing in the background as I do chores. I’ve wanted to point out a couple of really great songs through which to live vicariously for a bit now. Men, no offense, but these have to do with women pissed all to hell by men. I’m very sure there are plenty of love and break-up songs by men. In fact, I know there are. But back to these two.

The first, “Mama’s Broken Heart,” is from Miranda Lambert’s LP Four. It’s about a woman who, reasons unexplained, is dumped by her boyfriend and kind of loses it. When I first heard it, I laughed really hard because it reminded me of someone I know really–ME! The woman in the song is apparently in a small town because people start calling her mother who then calls her and tells her to “Hide your crazy.” I swear to God, that is something my mother and my old (i.e. 60 years and older) cousins would say. I’m no push over and they don’t get it.

Here are the lyrics:

“Mama’s Broken Heart”

I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
I screamed his name ‘til the neighbors called the cops
I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
Don’t know what I did next all I know, I couldn’t stop

Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
My mama’s phone started ringin’ off the hook
I can hear her now sayin’ she ain’t gonna have it
Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look

Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

I wish I could be just a little less dramatic
Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
Leave it to me to be holdin’ the matches
When the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame

Can’t get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
My mama came from a softer generation
Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face

Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

Powder your nose, paint your toes
Line your lips and keep ’em closed
Cross your legs, dot your I’s
And never let ’em see you cry

Go and fix your make up, well it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart

The second song is from Carrie Underwood’s LP Blown Away and is called “Two Black Cadillacs.” I haven’t purchased the entire Lambert LP but I do have Blown Away. Even so, this song didn’t jump out at me initially. Then, I heard it on radio. I had to listen to it a couple of times before I got it. Then I thought to myself, “Uh huh. It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white. If a man does TWO women wrong, he needs to pray they never team up.” The guy in this song didn’t pray hard enough because he ends up in the ground after one woman finds out about the other. The second one didn’t know about the first, either. I’ll leave the synopsis there and just let you read the words. I love it! It is because of songs like this that country music is the fastest growing genre in the music industry.

“Two Black Cadillacs”

Two black Cadillacs driving in a slow parade
Headlights shining bright in the middle of the day
One is for his wife,
The other for the woman who loved him at night
Two black Cadillacs meeting for the first time

[Chorus:]
And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils didn’t bother to cry
Bye, Bye Bye, Bye
Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye Bye

Two black Cadillacs, two black Cadillacs

Two months ago his wife called the number on his phone
Turns out he’d been lying to both of them for oh so long
They decided then he’d never get away with doing this to them
Two black Cadillacs waiting for the right time, right time

[Chorus:]
And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils didn’t bother to cry
Bye bye, Bye bye
Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Yeah yeah

[Bridge:]
It was the first and the last time they saw each other face to face
They shared a crimson smile and just walked away
And left the secret at the grave

[Chorus:]
And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But the women in the two black veils they didn’t bother to cry
Bye bye, Bye bye
Yeah they took turns laying a rose down
Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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