Maniaq

(John Calvert/Aaron Sain)

I got my first guitar when I was just a boy
I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys
Listening to the Opry and dreaming of the neon lights
So it was late to bed and early to rise
I worked the field all day and the crowd all night
My finger on the trigger and Nashville in my sights
I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life

And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This hat ain't something I wear for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am

I learned to drive on a dirt road
Cruised the strip on rock and roll
And drove around on "Miles and Miles of Texas"
And as I grew Daddy showed me now
To earn a living by the sweat of my brow
But he never made me follow in his steps
He said work hard and let the good Lord do the rest

And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This truck ain't something I drive for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am

And I never heard a fiddle called a violin
Never really worried if I fit in
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am
This hat ain't something I wear for style
These boots have been around a while
Country ain't what I sing it's what I am

Powodz w prowincjonalnym miasteczku. Ewakuacja ludnosci. Wojsko puka do kaplicy:
- Prosze ksiedza, niech ksiadz ucieka! Ksiadz sie utopi!
- Nigdzie nie ide, wierze w Opatrznosc Boska.
Po trzech godzinach ksiadz siedzi na ostatnim pietrze parafii. Podplywaja motorowka:
- Prosze ksiedza, niech ksiadz ucieka! Ksiadz sie utopi!
- Nigdzie nie ide, wierze w Opatrznosc Boska.
Minely kolejne godziny, ksiadz na szczycie dzwonnicy. Podplywaja znowu.
- Prosze ksiedza, niech ksiadz ucieka! Ksiadz sie utopi!
- Nigdzie nie ide, wierze w Opatrznosc Boska.
Pietnascie minut i ksiadz juz z wyrzutami u Pana Boga.
- Panie Boz, no jak tak mozna? Swojego wiernego sluge zawiesc? A tak wierzylem w Opatrznosc...
- Kretyn!!! Trzy razy po ciebie ludzi wysylalem!!!

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