Remembering an American Country Music Legend

A great musician and a great American he will be missed. 

Merle Haggard – April 6, 1937 to April 6, 2016 R.I.P.

"That's The News"

Suddenly it's over, the war is fin'lly done
Soldiers in the desert sand, still clingin' to a gun
No-one is the winner an' everyone must lose
Suddenly the war is over: that's the news.

Suddenly celebrity is somethin' back in style
Back to runnin' tabloid for a while
Pain's almost everywhere, the whole world's got the blues
Suddenly the war is over: that's the news.

That's the news, that's the news
That's the ever-lovin', blessed, headline news
Someone's missin;' in Modesto, an' it's sad about the clues
Suddenly the war is over: that's the news.

Suddenly the cost of war is somethin' out of sight
Lost a lotta heroes in the fight
Politicians do all the talkin': soldiers pay the dues
Suddenly the war is over, that's the news.

That's the news, that's the news
That's the ever-lovin', blessed, headline news
Politicians do all the talkin': soldiers pay the dues
Suddenly the war is over, that's the news...

Hag's Editorial 

My closest buddy in 1951, had just got out of the Marine Corps, because they found out he was to young to be a Marine. Besides that, he received an undesirable discharge for whippin' his sergeant. He wanted to re-enlist because he was now 18. He straightened up his past don't you see. I was 14 and we thought it might be better to change our names. We enlisted under the names of Bobby Eugene and Roy Leslie Davis. Point being we wanted more than anything to be Marines during the Korean conflict. My older brother James L and cousin Gerald Harp were both decorated Marines and saw active battle in World War II in the battle of Okinawa, Iwo Jima, and Patalou, I went to both of their funerals with my family. I still get goose bumps when I think about the 21-gun salute and the Marine with a tear in his eye who handed the flag to my brother's wife, Fran. I doubt there are few who care more about the flag than I do.

I went to volunteer for the Marines at the tender age of 14 and I'm convinced I would have given my life. I'm sure if necessary, I'd do the same today. But 14-year olds don't ask questions and they certainly don't begin to understand politics. This nation has a history of being a warrior. Young men always pay the dues, and it was America's way to always be behind what America was doing. And the issues and the reasons why were always argued after the fact. Speaking of after the fact, it's a national shame the way we treat our vets. You see, to be an American you want to respect everything you know about this great country. Those who have the gumption to investigate, know that the reputation of honesty between the government and the people cannot reflect the reason for a single man to have confidence in what were doing in current day conditions. I'm suspicious, I'm paranoid, and I'm afraid. And the person who says he isn't has not looked up or around lately.

I don't even know the Dixie chicks, but I find it an insult for all the men and women who fought and died in past wars when almost the majority of America jumped down their throats for voicing an opinion. It was like a verbal witch-hunt and lynching. Whether I agree with their comments or not has no bearing. And in the same breath let me say that I have become a fan of this new little kid, Toby Keith. There is some humor in me calling Toby Keith little. God bless this great country and I pray he keeps a close eye on us in these last days. And God knows the headlines of today surely indicate that were living in that time now. Seems lately we're awfully quick to criticize and pleased with ourselves to be part of the majority. As a country we need to look inward for the answers to the energy of the future. We need to bring down our demands for oil, rebuild some bridges and highways and allow the farmers to grow something that replenishes the soil. Those who don't know what that is, should do some research. The problem is not in Iraq and the answers are not in Iran. I hope were not buried alive beneath this pending financial collapse if the pipeline doesn't get through. Surely everything doesn't depend on oil!

- Merle Haggard June 2003

 
Lonesome Day

When the men in black come kickin' in your door.
And guitar-playin' outlaws lay spread-eagled on the floor.
When our celebrated heroes have been cuffed and locked away.
It's gonna be a lonesome day.

Well out of all the crazy things them guitar players said.
They talked about the workin' man and the troubled life he led.
When everything is perfect and no rebel's in the way.
It's gonna be a lonesome day.

They'll be singin' up in heaven while we're livin' here in hell.
Givin' up our liberty and buyin' what they sell.
Who's gonna sing the Song of Freedom if freedom goes away?
It's gonna be a lonesome day.

When the big boys with the microphones just up and back away.
And they're afraid to say the things they know they ought to say.
When the symbol of our freedom like the eagle flies away.
It's gonna be a lonesome day.

A lonesome day lonesome day it's gonna be a lonesome day.
A lonesome day lonesome day it's gonna be a lonesome day.

Lonesome!