Un "Country Boy" en canciones

No sé muy bien lo que pretende ser esto, simplemente reunir algunas canciones cuyo título lleve estas dos palabras COUNTRY BOY, me pareció bien reunir algunas de ellas, espero que os animéis a comentar, añadir y dar vuestra opinión sobre el que o los que más os gustan.

* 1949 “Country Boy” por Little Jimmy Dickens, ahí le tenemos, con su 1’50 el cantante de country de más edad que forma parte del Grand Ole Opry a la edad de 91 años y del Country Music Hall of Fame. Todavía hace sus apariciones en el Opry y como es muy amigo de su paisano Brad Paisley ha aparecido en algunos vídeos suyos.

“Country Boy” pertenece a su disco Raisin' the Dickens que llegaría al número siete en las listas.

 Puedes escuchar la canción pinchando aquí.  

Now, I'm just a simple guy
But there's one thing sure as shootin'
I hate those folks that think that they're
So doggone high fa lutin
I'd be the same in Hollywood
Or right in my own kitchen
I believe in fussin' when you're mad
And scratchin' when you're itchin'.

I'm a plain, old country boy
A corn-bread lovin' country boy
I raise cain on Saturday
But I go to church on Sunday
I'm a plain, old country boy
A corn-bread lovin' country boy
I'll be lookin' over that old grey mule
When the sun comes up on Monday.

Where I come from, opportunities, they never were too good
We never had much money, but we done the best we could
Ma doctored me from youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my 'spenders out of plow lines.

Every time the preacher called, Ma always fixed a chicken
If I'd reach for a drumstick, I was sure to get a lickin'
She always saved two parts for me, But I had to shut my mouth
T'was the gizzard and the North end of a chicken flyin' South

* 1974/75 "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" por John Denver, un gran cantante, compositor… que nos dejaría a los 53 años, el 12 de octubre de 1997 al estrellarse el avión que pilotaba. También se conoce como “Country Boy” y fue escrita por el guitarrista/violinista John Martin Sommers en diciembre del 73, cuenta que se dirigía desde su casa en Colorado a Los Ángeles y se sentía feliz, tranquilo, satisfecho con la suerte que le había tocado en la vida y de las notas que tomó nació esta canción. Parece que es algo que se repite en las buenas canciones.

Pertenece al álbum Back Home (1974) y su versión en vivo que se grabó el 26 de agosto de 1974 en el Anfiteatro Universal de Los Ángeles se incluyó en el 75 en An Evening With John Denver, versión que fue lanzada como sencillo y que alcanzaría el nº1 en todas las listas.  

Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God, I'm A Country Boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God, I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm A country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
He said...'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

* 1977 “I’m just a Country Boy” por Don Williams, a sus 72 años y conocido como The Gentle Man, en el año 2010 entró en el Country Music Hall of Fame por su trayectoria y sus  diecisiete números uno.

En 1977 sale Country Boy y la canción “I’m just a Country Boy” que sería su séptimo número uno, escrita por Fred Hellerman y Marshall Baker. Puedes escucharla pinchando aquí. 

I ain't gonna marry in the fall
I ain't gonna marry in the spring
aˆ?Cause I'm in love with a pretty little girl
Who wears a diamond ring

Cause I'm just a country boy
Money have I none
But I've got silver in the stars
And gold in the morning sun
Gold in the morning sun

Never gonna kiss the ruby red lips
Of the prettiest girl in town
Never gonna ask her if she'd marry me
I know she'd turn me down

Never could afford a store bought ring
With a sparkling diamond stone
All I could afford is a lovin' heart
The only one I own

* 1984 “Country Boy” por Ricky Skaggs, cantante, compositor, toca sobre todo la mandolina aunque también la guitarra, el violín, el banjo… su lugar está en el Bluegrass donde ha cosechado la mayoría de sus premios y reconocimientos.

Su sexto álbum de estudio Country Boy llegaría al número uno, así como la canción del mismo nombre escrita por Tony Colton, Albert Lee y Ray Smith, de la que puedes ver una actuación en directo en la BBC pinchando aquí. 

I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin' up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin' out a mess of blues

Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.

I may look like a bank teller,
Pushing facts in a file.
But I'd rather be a haul collar,
Shooing foot home in style.

Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.

I may look like a city slicker,
Shinin' up through his shoes.
Underneath I'm just a cotton picker,
Pickin' out a mess of blues.

Show me where I start.
Find a horse and cart.
I'm just a country boy,
Country boy at heart.

* 2008 “Country Boy” por Alan Jackson,  con más de 50 sencillos entre los top 10, de los que treinta y cinco han sido número uno e infinidad de premios, dos Grammys, dieciséis CMA Awards, diecisiete ACM… miembro del Grand Ole Opry.

Fue el tercer sencillo del álbum Good Time y el vigésimoquinto número uno en su lista particular. Merece la pena ver la actuación en el CMT Country Giants, Alan Jackson junto a George Strait, Brad Paisley y Dierks Bentley. En 2009 ganaron el premio CMT a la Performance of the Year. 

Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walkin’
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you going? Maybe I can help you
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take you

‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy

You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown

I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy

Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
’cause I’m a country boy

My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road

‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy

Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take you through a deep rut

‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down winding roads
I can get you where you need to go
‘Cause I’m a country boy

Yea I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you wanna go
’cause I’m a country boy

Yeah, I'm a country boy,
Oh, I'm just a country boy,
A nice little country boy.