Emmylou Harris — Red Dirt Girl (w/ Mark Knopfler)
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Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She loved her brother I remember back when
He was fixin up a '49 Indian
He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.
She said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
Somewhere out there is a great big world
Thats where I'm bound
And the stars might fall on Alabama
But one of these days I'm gonna swing
My hammer down
Away from this red dirt town
I'm gonna make a joyful sound
She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy from town
Figured that she might as well settle down
So she dug right in
Across a red dirt line just a little south east from Meridian
She tried hard to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got em
You keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't know end.
At least not for Lillian
Nobody knows when she started her skid,
She was only 27 and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there won't be a mention in the news of the world
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
Names Lillian
Who never got any farther across the line than Meridian.
Now the stars still fall on Alabama
Tonight she finally laid
That hammer down
Without a sound
In the red dirt ground
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She loved her brother I remember back when
He was fixin up a '49 Indian
He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.
She said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
Somewhere out there is a great big world
Thats where I'm bound
And the stars might fall on Alabama
But one of these days I'm gonna swing
My hammer down
Away from this red dirt town
I'm gonna make a joyful sound
She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy from town
Figured that she might as well settle down
So she dug right in
Across a red dirt line just a little south east from Meridian
She tried hard to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got em
You keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't know end.
At least not for Lillian
Nobody knows when she started her skid,
She was only 27 and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there won't be a mention in the news of the world
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
Names Lillian
Who never got any farther across the line than Meridian.
Now the stars still fall on Alabama
Tonight she finally laid
That hammer down
Without a sound
In the red dirt ground
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This is the story of millions of women. Indescribably sad.
Fixing up a 1949 Indian, hopefully an Indian Chief, I can dig it!
gregskrtic wrote:
She could sing the phone book and I'd be blissful
One of the most beautiful voices EVER!!!
I would listen to her sing "99 bottles of Beer..." all the way to the end!
I would listen to her sing "99 bottles of Beer..." all the way to the end!
She could sing the phone book and I'd be blissful
Oh yes. Lovely, achingly sad, bottomless.
One of the most beautiful voices EVER!!!
I would listen to her sing "99 bottles of Beer..." all the way to the end!
I would listen to her sing "99 bottles of Beer..." all the way to the end!
Beautifully said.
bluesboy wrote:
Few artists capture sadness, regret, and what might have been better than Emmylou in this
this lady's voice is just sohhhhh good for the soul...
Few artists capture sadness, regret, and what might have been better than Emmylou in this
There is no sadness like the dreaded telegram you get when you've lost a son in Viet Nam,
What a great song.
Peter_Bradshaw wrote:
And still is. Late 2014, I believe...
ScottN wrote:
... she certainly is
Emmylou at her best. She is a national treasure.
... she certainly is
And still is. Late 2014, I believe...
Beautiful!
..superb sound from two masters 
As she ages, her voice becomes less crystalline and more heart.
compare Wrecking Ball (one of my all-time favorites) and this.
Very beautiful, haunting song.
Interesting version, compared to the awesome Red Dirt Girl title track.
Two folks rated it/her a 2....wow...what does it take to satisfy some people?
she can sing to me any time..........The sweetest songbird....sigh!
ScottN wrote:
... she certainly is
Emmylou at her best. She is a national treasure.
... she certainly is
Emmylou at her best. She is a national treasure.
Interesting contrast to the Road Running/Red Dirt Girl studio albums. Nice addition of mandolin, but I'd have to hear some more (hint, hint) to see if I need to shell out for the live version. :-)
A sadness that comes from authenticity in music and lyrics.