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Coward Of The County
C Bar C 553
 
    
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Coward Of The County
 
ID: 798
   Instrumental  

LabelC Bar C
WEB SITE www.squaredancemusic.com
Label information
Grid list of C Bar C recordings
Number553
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating5 (excellent)
Bpm126
Duration4:45
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Jim Melton (picture)    

Jim Melton

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Mainstream

Four little ladies chain, go straight across the ring now
Join hands and circle to the left around you go
Ladies roll away, circle to the left go round now
Ladies roll away and circle to the left again
Allemande left your corner, dosado with your partner
Men star by the left, go once around
Turn thru and then you go left allemande
Meet your own and promenade the land
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

All four ladies chain 3/4 round the ring go
1 & 3 you promenade halfway round that ring
Down the middle, right & left thru, turn the girl and square thru
4 hands around and then do a little dosado
Swing thru tonight, the boys run to the right
Ferris wheel and move it round you go, centers pass thru
Allemande left, do a dosado and promenade back home
Son, I hope you'll try to understand
You don't have to fight to be a man

 
Lyrics

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Coward Of The County Lyrics ID: 184

Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama called him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me, they were reading Tommy wrong.

Now, he was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
An' I took care of Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy.
"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun."

"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
And I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."

There's someone for ev'ryone: Tommy's love was Becky.
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin', the Gatlin boys came callin'.
They took turns at Becky, and there were three of them!

Tommy opened up the door, saw his Becky cryin'.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace, took down his daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, I heard these words again.

"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
And I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the bar-room.
One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! Ol' yellow's leavin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked the door.

Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.
He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.
When Tommy left the bar-room, not a Gatlin boy was standin'.
He said: "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
An' I heard him say:

"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I'll walk away from trouble when I can.
Now, please don't think I'm weak, I couldn't turn the other cheek,
Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."

Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.

Lyrics by Roger Bowling and Billy Edd Wheeler.
Recorded by Kenny Rogers.
 

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