Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Writers

Writers ain’t easy to love and they’re hard to understand.
They’d rather give you a new book than shake your hand.
Typewriter ribbons and faded computer keys,
And despair fills out their whole day.
If you don’t read his work, and he don’t quit young,
He’ll probably curse all the way.

Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers.
Don’t let ’em plot stories or in words get stuck,
Let ’em be drug dealers or drive big ass trucks.

Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers.
Cause they’ll always be home and they’re always alone,
And writing's all they can talk of.

Writers like smoking their pipes and hard drinks in the mornings,
Cups of stale coffee and fiction and words that feel right.
Them that don’t know him won’t get him and them that do
Sometimes will think he’s quite grim.
He ain’t wrong, he’s just reticent but his pride won’t let him
Type words that just don't feel right.

Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers.
Don’t let ’em make characters without any luck,
Make ’em do something that pays a few bucks.

Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers.
They’ll drive you crazy by turning off the phone,
And writing's all they can talk of.

(my thanks to Willie, Waylon, Ed Bruce and Patsy Bruce)

4 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

hum, I'm trying not to see myself in this one. :)

Ty Johnston said...

I admit most of these are pretty silly, but living in the middle of nowhere, I have a lot of driving time on my hands to get anyplace. And when there's nothing on the radio worthy of my attention, this is the kind of garbage that comes into my head.

Ty Johnston said...
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Ty Johnston said...

And you should see the ones I DON'T put on this blog. I took another Waylon song, "Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way," and turned it into "I Don't Think Howard Done It This Way." About REH, of course.