Right outside of this one church town There’s a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothing Got a deed to the land but it ain’t my ground This is God’s country
We pray for rain and thank Him when it’s fallin’ ‘Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money We put it back in a plate, I guess that’s why they call it God’s country
I saw the light in a sunrise Sittin’ back in a 40 on the muddy river side Gettin’ baptized in holy water and shine with the dogs runnin’ Saved by the sound of the been found Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get you Heaven bound The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around This is God’s country
We turn the dirt and work until the week’s done We take a break and break bread on Sunday Then do it all again ’cause we’re proud to be From God’s country (Yeah)
I saw the light in a sunrise Sittin’ back in a 40 on the muddy river side Gettin’ baptized in holy water and shine with the dogs runnin’ Saved by the sound of the been found Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get you Heaven bound The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around This is God’s country
(Yeah, this is God’s country) (This is God’s country) God’s country
I don’t care what my headstone reads Or what kind of pine wood box I end up in When it’s my time lay me six feet deep in God’s country
I saw the light in a sunrise Sittin’ back in a 40 on the muddy river side Gettin’ baptized in holy water and shine with the dogs runnin’ Saved by the sound of the been found Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get you Heaven bound The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around This is God’s country
Yeah, I saw the light in a sunrise Sittin’ back in a 40 on the muddy river side Gettin’ baptized in holy water and shine with the dogs runnin’ Saved by the sound of the been found Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get you Heaven bound The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around This is God’s country
Fifty years ago you could sing anywhere you wanted to without getting permission from the Government to be able to sing. You could even sing in church. You could even sing in a bar without a mask. You could sing on a street. You could sing to your children. Your children could sing while playing.
Now the government tells you where,when, and how you can sing if at all. Oh mercy, mercy me a 1971 song by Marvin Gaye. Politicians wanna step on our Constitutional Rights because they say they know what they are doing. 50 Years ago Mercy Mercy Me showed politicians just as today don’t know what they are doing. But the game is the same. To dumb you down, make you think they know better than anyone. Yet they still haven’t fixed what was wrong 50 years ago.
Oh Mercy, mercy me. We do have people who have been trying for the last 4 years to stop the corrupt oppressors from owning you, yours, We the People and the country we love, Constitutional America. They say we are just too dumb and lazy to take care of ourselves and our country. Join us, sing this song oh mercy mercy me. Stand up for America, for God, for yourselves. Help people who are trying to help you like our President Donald J Trump.
Listen to this song from 50 years ago by Marvin Gaye Mercy, Mercy Me. Please feel free to sing the song. Take your mask off, feel the freedom. It’s up to you to be free from oppression. Sing it now and rock he house. Mercy, Mercy Me.
Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no no Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no no Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury
Ah, oh mercy, mercy me Ah things ain’t what they used to be, no no Radiation under ground and in the sky Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh mercy, mercy me Oh things ain’t what they used to be What about this overcrowded land How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh, no no, na, na na, na My sweet Lord, na, na, na My Lord, my sweet Lord
Wake Up Everybody Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
[Verse 1: Teddy Pendergrass] Wake up, everybody No more sleepin’ in bed No more backward thinkin’ Time for thinkin’ ahead The world has changed So very much From what it used to be There is so much hatred War and poverty, whoa, oh
Wake up, all the teachers Time to teach a new way Maybe then they’ll listen To what you have to say ‘Cause they’re the ones who’s coming up And the world is in their hands When you teach the children Teach ’em the very best you can
[Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass] The world won’t get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na, na, na, na The world won’t get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me
[Verse 2: Teddy Pendergrass] Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They’re the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But they don’t have so very long Before the Judgment Day So won’t’cha make them happy Before they pass away
Wake up, all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can do it If we all lend a hand The only thing we have to do Is put it in our minds Surely things will work out They do it every time
[Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass] The world won’t get no better If we just let it be, na, na, na, na, na, na The world won’t get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me
[Outro: Teddy Pendergrass] Change it, yeah Change it, yeah Just you and me Change it, yeah Change it, yeah Can’t do it alone Can’t do it alone Need some help, y’all Can’t do it alone Can’t do it alone, yeah, yeah Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y’all Just you need a little help Need some y’all To change the world What it used to be Can’t do it alone Can’t do it alone Need some help, yeah Need some help, yeah Wake up, everybody Get up, get up Get up, get up Wake up, come on, come on Wake up, everybody Teach a new way Maybe then they’ll listen To what you have to say Wake up, everybody No more sleepin’ in bed No more backward thinkin’ Time for thinkin’ ahead Come on Wake up, everybody I’m talkin’ about the dope pusher Stop pushin’ that dope Dope users Stop usin’ the dope Wake up, yeah Wonder what you tell me, yeah Wonder what you tell me now False lyin’ False preachin’ False teachin’ Wake up, y’all Come on You preachers Start preachin’ what you teach Teach the truth Wake up, preachers All liars Politicians Stop lyin’, stop lyin’ Why don’t someone Help the poor people Help the babies You businessmen Start treatin’ Start treatin’ Start treatin’ Start treatin’ Start treatin’ Start treatin’ Wake up, yeah Wake up, yeah Wake up, yeah Wake up, yeah Yeah, yeah Now it don’t matter What race, creed or color Everybody we need each other Wake up, everybody You see We need Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody No more sleepin’ in bed No more backward thinkin’ Time for thinkin’ ahead Wake up, all you teachers Time to teach a new way They’re the ones that suffer Each and every day Teach the children Teach the babies Teach the children Teach the babies Teach the children Teach the babies They’re the ones who’s coming up In the world, in the world
If you feel something is not right in America today there could be a dead skunk in the middle of the road. Take off your masks and smell the sweet aroma of truth.
We the People of America are being played. Those playing Americans are saying you are so stupid, “useful idiots”, that you will wear a mask, get lost in the hysteria, the panic, and the misinformation brought to you from so many directions you won’t be able to smell the dead skunk.
There is a difference between the critter called a skunk and a burned plant which smells like skunk. Take your mask off. Get some oxygen and start thinking for yourself.
This 1972 song Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road by London Wainwright III in Album III lays it out for us here in the crazy year of 2020. Enjoy.
Lyrics
Crossin’ the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn’t see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are
You got your Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin’ to high heaven
Take a whiff on me, that ain’t no rose Roll up yer window and hold your nose You don’t have to look and you don’t have to see ‘Cause you can feel it in your olfactory
You got your Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road And it’s stinkin’ to high heaven
Yeah you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog On a moonlight night you got your dead toad frog Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon The blood and the guts they’re gonna make you swoon
You got your Dead skunk in the middle Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin’ to high heavenC’mon stink
You got it It’s dead, it’s in the middle Dead skunk in the middle Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin’ to high heaven All over the road, technicolor man Oh, you got pollution It’s dead, it’s in the middle And it’s stinkin’ to high, high heaven
Queen’s 1978 song called Bicycle Race with the chorus line “I want to ride my bicycle” is perfect for Lunchbox Joe to show (according to Lunchbox Joe) he has physical stamina.
But two things come into question.
Lunchbox Joe wondered in 2016 if Trump was physically fit enough for office. He also wanted to know if Trump was mentally stable enough to be in office. But Lunchbox Joe also wondered if Trump’s male genitals were presidential enough.
So Joe took a ride on his bicycle. He wanted to show he was physically fit for office.
We would like to know how long he rode his bicycle and if he could remember how to get home due to his questionable mental state.
Quite frankly we don’t think very many people wanna think about or know if the hair sniffing Joe is presidential enough when it comes to his male genitals. Someone needs to let Joe know riding a bicycle can mess with a man’s prostate. Maybe some of you will think we are giving Joe a low blow. But we really have zero desire to give Joe any kind of blow. For that matter Trump either.
Enjoy the music.
Queen: Bicycle Race
Picture retrieved from https://www.the-sun.com/news/1276935/joe-biden-picked-running-mate-veep-presidential-election/
Lyrics
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like
You say black, I say white You say bark, I say bite You say shark, I say hey man Jaws was never my scene And I don’t like Star WarsYou say Rolls, I say Royce You say God give me a choice You say Lord, I say Christ I don’t believe in Peter Pan Frankenstein or Superman All I wanna do isBicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, races are coming your waySo forget all your duties, oh yeah Fat bottomed girls, they’ll be riding today So look out for those beauties, oh yeahOn your marks, get set, goBicycle race, bicycle race, bicycle race Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle, bicycle (I want a) bicycle raceYou say coke, I say ‘caine You say John, I say Wayne Hot dog, I say cool it man I don’t wanna be the President of AmericaYou say smile, I say cheese Cartier, I say please Income tax, I say Jesus I don’t wanna be a candidate For Vietnam or Watergate ‘Cause all I want to do isBicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle (c’mon), bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like
We just can’t stop it; This Sunday Musical adventure into America. We have things to do but don’t want to leave out more music for you. We have to include some legendary musicians whose hearts bled red, white, and blue. This will be one song after another. No lyrics this time. Just music. Better have some handkerchiefs around just in case these songs of America, yes some are patriotic, and the legends that sing them just may pull your heartstrings.
It’s time to stand up America. Don’t let the likes of the CDC, the WHO, and their cabal handlers tell you how to live your life, especially when they are stepping on the true Constitution and your Constitutional Rights.
Take your masks off. Stand up when you hear the National Anthem. Show your kids what it is to be a free person. Get out of your safe room, save your teddy bear for the night time, pull your adult thumb out of your mouth and get some self-pride.
God Bless America.
Enjoy the music. Here is Johnny Cash Song of the Patriot.
Johnny Cash was blessed with a woman named June, June Carter Cash. Many times in America we are all blessed with a completely musical family. There is a place called the Grand Ole Opry on Saturday night in America American families would sit around the radio and listen to a true piece of Americana. Radio Opryland. Here is June Carter Cash the better half of Johnny Cash singing Ring of Fire, the song she wrote for him.
Yes it’s a family affair. Here is Johnny and June Carter Cash’s daughter Rosanne Carter Cash. She is going to share with you music. She is also going to talk with you as they did back in Opryland. She wants to share with you about something important in America; The American family. We are playing 2 songs back to back uninterrupted so Rosanne Carter Cash can speak her peace. Truly take the time to feel your heart and how fortunate you are to be a Constitutional American. Here is Rosanne.
How about Willie Nelson singing Living in the Promised Land.
Let’s hear it for Charlie Pride singing America the Great.
What is America without America’s sweetheart? Dolly Parton, the American Flag never looked so good on the female form as with Dolly Parton performing Color Me America. It’s ok, go ahead and say it, God Bless America.
If Dolly Parton didn’t move ya, let’s talk Loretta Lynn. This song is about her life growing up in America. The song emphasises the need for love to ring true no matter what your income level is in America. Let that family love flow to you. Here is Loretta Lynn singing Coal Miner’s Daughter.
The name Kris Kristofferson is synonymous with many of his friends like Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings and the boys. One of those boys named Kris Kristofferson. Here is Kris Kristofferson singing Broken Freedom Song.
What about Merle Haggard? You know Willie, Kris, and Merle Haggard. America a beautiful place for the most part a God-filled country. Even so, we do have challenges. Let’s have Merle Haggard sing us a song that reminds us that we must all work together for better times in this Constitutional country called America is meant to be. Here is Merle singing Where did America Go.
We have to do it, we have to play Kris Kristofferson singing I am a Patriot.
Talking of patriotic songs. Here is Toby Keith singing Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue.
Let’s talk about the William’s family. Hank Williams, Jr. singing America Will Survive.
Hank Williams, Jr’s daddy the one, the only, the original Hank Williams. Daddy Hank had many hits. This is about a wooden Indian called Kaw-Liga. Guess what, Kaw-Liga actually exists. You can find him on Lake Martin in Alabama. This is true. Enjoy the tune Kaw-Liga.
American Blues is original as America. Imagine that. We could spend a whole Sunday dishing up American Blues. So we will just start with a country hall of fame song that’s pretty bluesy about the need for love. The need for someone to be true and how to be glad the river bed was dry. Cause God gives you another day to make your dreams happy in America. Daddy Hank is up one more time singing you his song called Long Gone Lonesome Blues.
Oh that Williams family. Daddy Hank had Hank Jr. Hank Jr had Hank the third. So here is Hank the third. That’s Hank Williams the third. The song Country Heroes.
Were you thinking where is George Strait? He is in the Heartland.
Talk about an American Legend; George Jones. Just as horse racing is a passion in America how could we leave an American legend on the backside of the track? George Jones The Race is On.
Attention fans of American Music and the performers who may have made you hold your musical device or sit around family radio to be entertained on a Saturday night. If we did not include a little Memphis in your Musical Sunday. If we did not take you to Graceland would we be theConstitutionMobile.com? Elvis Presley bringing you 2 songs to finish out our Sunday Blog of music. Here is Elvis Presley ( ahuh ahuh) doing the trilogy.
We thank you all for joining us at theConstitutionMobile.com. We spend a lot of time and a lot of money to move your American heart in the right direction. To move your heart in the direction of the True Constitution. You have rights here in America you will find them written out for you in the Constitution. It’s called the Bill of Rights. Stand up. Protect your rights. Protect the True Constitution of America. Let us not forget our Declaration of Independence. Help Save America by standing up. Take that mask off. Eliminate the fears being embedded into the hearts and souls of our children.
Try to remember the home of the free and land of the brave. Remember a few may want to take America away from you, your family, and your friends. Stand up. Take the mask off so when you say “I just don’t think so, not today; not ever.” they can hear you.
Here is Elvis reaching out to you, America.
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Musical Sunday started with the song from 1968 the Steve Miller band. We moved up to 1978 and Linda Ronstadt.
Time to move to 1983 Huey Lewis and the News rolled out an album called Sports with the hit song The Heart of Rock & Roll. In 1984 rocker Bruce Springsteen had a hit song & album entitled Born in the USA.
Enjoy the music. Tell us which one rings out America for you.
Artist: Huey Lewis and the News
Album: Sports Released: 1983
Songwriter(s): Johnny Colla; Huey Lewis
Lyrics
New York, New York, is everything they say And no place that I’d rather be Where else can you do a half a million things All at a quarter to three
When they play their music, ooh that modern music They like it with a lot of style But it’s still that same old back beat rhythm That really, really drives ’em wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I’ve seen I believe ’em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll, heart of rock and roll is still beating
LA, Hollywood, and the Sunset Strip Is something everyone should see Neon lights and the pretty pretty girls All dressed so scantily
When they play their music That hard rock music They like it with a lot of flash But it’s still that same old back beat rhythm That really, really kicks ’em in the
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I’ve seen I believe ’em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll, heart of rock and roll is still beating
Johnny, awDC, San Antone and the Liberty Town, Boston and Baton Rouge Tulsa, Austin, Oklahoma City, Seattle, San Francisco, too Everywhere there’s music, real live music, bands with a million styles But It’s still that some old rock and roll music That really, really drives ’em wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating And from what I’ve seen I believe ’em Now the old boy may be barely breathing But the heart of rock and roll, heart of rock and roll is still beating, yeahIn Cleveland Detroit Uh, heart of rock and roll
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Album: Born in the U.S.A. Released: 1984
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Born down in a dead man’s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much ‘Til you spend half your life just coverin’ up
[Chorus] Born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A Born in the U.S.A
[Verse 2] Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man
[Chorus] Born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A I was born in the U.S.A
[Verse 3] Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says, “Son if it was up to me” Went down to see my V.A. man He said, “Son, don’t you understand”
This section of Today’s blog will have a finali that takes you back to woodstock. What a time in history. Since this part of the blog is about Rock and Roll, America, and standing up for the flag and our national anthem. We introduce Jimmy Hendrix and his version of The National Anthem.
The late 60s and 70s were tumultuous times in the USA. Protests were both violent and peaceful. As in today’s times, the cabal was using people to create chaos just as they are today. Robbing, Looting, and Arson have been a staple in the cabal’s Marxist playbook for a very long time. If the burning/fires had only been limited to women burning their bras versus neighborhoods. Today we wish people would just burn their masks versus burning neighborhoods and businesses.
Times of chaos can inspire musicians whether in the 60s, 70s, or now 2020. We would love to know what you feel about two songs from back in the day. In 1968 Steve Miller band released a song and an album entitled Living in the USA. Ten years later in 1978, Linda Ronstadt released a song called Back in the USA yet her album was entitled Living in the USA.
Talk about the battle of the bands. You pick the winner of the battle of the bands. Let us know whose album called Living in the USA do you like best?
When we say America Rocks we prefer it to be rock and roll verses explosives in the neighborhoods of America. Now if we could just get people to burn their masks instead of their neighborhoods. The ones burning the neighborhoods don’t wear masks. If they do, it’s to hide their identity. All of you who wear your mask out of fear, GET OVER IT.
America used to be home of the free and land of the brave.
Stand Up America. Dump the mask, it will make the rock and roll music be easier to hear. Imagine going to a concert where the musicians sing to you wearing a muzzle. Would you hear them real well?
Stand UP. Dump the masks and play your Rock and Roll.
God Bless America
1968 Steve Miller Band Living in the USA
Lyrics
[Intro] Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back
[Chorus] Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A
[Verse 1] Where are you goin’ to What are you gonna do Do you think that it will be easy Do you think that it will be pleasin’, hey
Stand back, what’d you say Stand back, I won’t pay Stand back, I’d rather play Stand back
It’s my freedom Ah, don’t worry ’bout me, babe I got to be free, babe Hey, hey, hey, yeah
[Chorus] Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A
[Post-Chorus] Stand back, dietician Stand back, television Stand back, politician Stand back, mortician
Oh, we got to get away Living in the U.S.A Come on, baby, owwww
[Verse 2] I see a yellow man, a brown man A white man, a red man Lookin’ for Uncle Sam To give you a helpin’ hand But everybody’s kickin’ sand Even politicians We’re living in a plastic land Somebody give me a hand, yeah
[Bridge] Oh, we’re gonna make it, baby Oh, we’re going to shake it, baby Oh, don’t break it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, baby, hey Hey, hey In the U.S.A., babe, yeah
[Chorus] Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A Don’t worry ’bout me, babe Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A Living in the U.S.A
[Chorus] Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A I got to be free Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A
[Outro] Come on, try it, you can buy it, you can leave it next week, yeah Somebody gimme a cheeseburger, oh Come on, babe Oh yeah, hey, hey
1978 Linda Ronstadt Back in the USA From Album Living in the USA
Lyrics
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today We touched ground on an international runway Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U. S. A.
New York, Los Angeles, oh, how I yearned for you Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge Let alone just to be at my home back in ol’ St. Lou
Did I miss the skyscrapers, did I miss the long freeway? From the coast of California to the shores of Delaware Bay You can bet your life I did, till I got back to the U. S. A.
Looking hard for a drive-in, searching for a corner café Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day Yeah, and a juke-box jumping with records like in the U.S.A.
Well, I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the U.S.A. Yes. I’m so glad I’m livin’ in the U.S.A. Anything you want, we got right here in the U.S.A.
The song 50 states of freedom was released in 1970 by Talking Beaver Music. Written and sung by Michael Brewer and Tom Shipley.
As you put your mask on, do you feel that freedom?
In fact, are you getting a little cranky (we hope so) about feeling, watching, and experiencing others stepping on your Constitutional Rights?
How much freedom do you feel as you submit daily to the fear dished out to you by the media and by various parts of the government?
Good, you oughta be cranky; don’t forget to be cranky at yourself for turning into a fearful submissive individual. Do you like watching your kids grow in fear each day because momma and daddy don’t have enough self-pride to stand up to those who have lied, defrauded, and duped you out of your freedoms?
New York now says it will fine first time non-mask wearers $10,000. Do you believe they care about you, your family, and friends? They let violent criminals out of jail with no bond, yet you would get a $10,000 fine for not submitting to their criminal attack on your constitutional rights.
What does it take for you to say enough and fine them 10 times that amount for messing with you and your family?
Municipalities and states across the country are doing the same thing. Any fines are illegal and definitely against the Constitutional Rights that are yours.
What does it take for you to stand up for you and your family?
Do you like the idea that someday, your kids will remember you as a freaking pansy who wouldn’t stand up for what should be their rights, too?
STAND UP America
Be an adult, stop the assault on the true constitutional America.
GOD BLESS America, enjoy the music while you are still allowed your right to enjoy the music of your choice.
STAND UP
written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley 1970 Talking Beaver Music/BMI
Lyrics
Don’t know who’s been driving my car
But he sure is good
I’ve been sleeping on the job, sweet mama
And it’s been such a long, long, long time since I’ve seen home
Lonely people in Holiday Inns
I’ve been looking over fifty states of my freedom And I’m dying to make it home again
Fifty states of freedom
Fifty states of freedom
Fifty states of …
Mr. Every Daily Jones with a face full of gin
Sweet mama tranquil on her pills now she’s high
Baby’s on the long, long, long run
He’s strung out again
Lonely people in Holiday Inns
I’ve been looking over fifty states of my freedom
And I’m dying to make it home again
Fifty states of freedom
Fifty states of freedom
Fifty states of freedom
United States of my freedom
Don’t know who’s been driving my car
But he sure is good
I’ve been sleeping on the job, sweet mama
And it’s been such a long, long, long time since I’ve seen home
Watching the electrical signs telling me what to do
