Moore’s Mill, Mississippi

 

“Yeah. I was running around with all of these guys at the bars and gigs. But me.  Well, it just wasn’t the life for me.  For a while, it was my life.  I played every night at bars. I was a perfectionist.  The music had to be just right.  The stage had to be perfect.  The singing had to be right on. Elvis’ producer, "Chips" Moman asked me to do a record with him. You know, I had the number one single in the state of Alabama for a while- “Crying Shame.” But I didn’t like the life. You’ve got to have alcohol to get going and then drugs to bring you back down.  I could play anything, but I did a lot of songs that my heart wasn’t in, like Paul McCartney.  I was drinking a lot.  I mean, when you played in bars all night, you had all the drinks you wanted.  I hated taking them though.  Most of the people giving me the drinks and money, were people without money themselves.  I didn’t want to keep on taking their hard earned savings.  My attitude wasn’t right.  My manager realized my heart wasn’t in it.  So they let me go.  I trained horses for a long time.  I trained the World Grand Champion Walking Horse- Pride’s Fashion.  A beauty. She was worth $50,000. The wife of a man I know- right after she won, she stole her. She left her husband, her baby, and stole the horse.  That’s what money does to you.   Anyways, after that I became a preacher.  But the churches did want me. I didn’t deliver the Jane Austin, sugar and spice kind of stuff.  They just wanted the stuff that tickled their ears.  So they drove me out.  They didn’t want to hear about prophecy.  Like California- they are the number one state for pornography- 80% of the state is in draught right now.  Do you think there is a coincidence?  What about global warming?  All these tornadoes and hurricanes we are having? The next blood moon is coming. We are nearing our judgment day. God’s telling us he’s had enough…. Now- well we are here.  I don’t know…We’re getting a new place.  This one has mold.  No. No.  I don’t play anymore.  I’ve got dish-man hands.  But I’ll hold it for the picture.”

“You know Mississippi. You wouldn’t guess it- but we’ve grown some of the best musicians. Elvis- he was born in Fulton. Everyone says Tupelo, but he was really born in Fulton. One of the greatest stars to ever live. Born a little baby to two young, poor Mississippi parents. Right down the road. Then we’ve got Faith Hill. Neil Diamond. Sonny James. Conway Twitty. Tammy Wynette. B.B. King. Charley Pride. George Jones….” “And you- that was you, too, honey,” his wife chimed in. “Yeah. I was running around with all of these guys at the bars and gigs. But me. Well, it just wasn’t the life for me. For a while, it was my life. I played every night at bars. I was a perfectionist. The music had to be just right. The stage had to be perfect. The singing had to be right on. Elvis’ producer, Chips Moman asked me to do a record with him. You know, I had the number one single in the state of Alabama for a while- Crying Shame. But I didn’t like the life. You’ve got to have alcohol to get going and then drugs to bring you back down. I could play anything, but I did a lot of songs that my heart wasn’t in, like Paul McCartney. I was drinking a lot. I mean, when you played in bars all night, you had all the drinks you wanted. I hated taking them though. Most of the people giving me the drinks and money, were people without money themselves. I didn’t want to keep on taking their hard earned savings like that. My attitude wasn’t right. My manager realized my heart wasn’t in it. So they let me go. So, I trained horses for a long time. I trained the World Grand Champion Walking Horse- Pride’s Fashion. A beauty. She was worth $50,000. The wife of a man I know- right after she won, she stole her. She left her husband, her baby, and stole the horse. That’s what money does to you. After that I became a preacher. But the churches didn’t want me. I didn’t deliver the Jane Austin, sugar and spice kind of stuff. They just wanted the stuff that tickled their ears. So they drove me out. They didn’t want to hear about prophecy. Like California- they are the number one state for pornography- 80% of the state is in drought right now. Do you think there is a coincidence? What about global warming? All these tornadoes and hurricanes we are having? The next blood moon is coming. We are nearing our judgment day. God’s telling us he’s had enough…. Now… well we are here. I don’t know what exactly we do now… or here…We’re getting a new place. This one has mold. No. No. I don’t play anymore. I’ve got dish-man hands. But I’ll hold it for the picture.”

Pride's Fashion.

Pride’s Fashion.

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