Wanna know why I went insane and landed Doc Martens deep in the New York Hardcore Punk scene?
This shit right here, "pretty mama". Sorry for the crap lyric video but the band is still going and are still playing this tripe and thats pretty much all that I could find on Youtube.
From the lame ass wind chime start to the twangin' fiddle this song is a recipe for homicide. I lived in an upper middle class suburb in Connecticut and ever bong smoking dickbag loved this song. As I sat at these idiotic 'keg parties' held in the damn woods ear deep in the stench of weed, I vowed that
1- I would never go to Mississippi
2- I would get the hell out of that town or die trying.
The Doobies were huge in my youth. Everyone seemed to love them. They weren't Southern rock so to speak but they sure as hell were redneck. Michael McDonald never opened his eyes through his entire career and I think for good reason, look at the long haired weirdness that surrounded him. He got older rounder grayer and ended up looking just like Kris Kristoferson, but I digress.
What is it about this song that got the keg pumped and the pipe glowing? What was it that got the suburbanites chanting out the lame as 'funky Dixie land' bull so loud the cops should have raided the gathering.
It sucks- The Doobies never impressed me but I tip my hat to them (and its not a cowboy hat either) for motiviating my ass out of Stepford.
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