Jako syn generálmajora amerického letectva vyrůstal na různých vojenských základnách v Texasu a Kalifornii. Od dětství byl obdivovatelem hudby country (Hank Williams, Woody Guthrie) a v jedenácti letech složil první písně. Navštěvoval Pomona...
Píseň: Don't Cuss The Fiddle
- Interpret:
- Kris Kristofferson
- Album:
- Who's To Bless And Who's To Blame
I scandalized my brother While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (and he did) I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me And, Lord, I knew that that was wrong (and I was) Now I'm lookin' at it over Something cool and feelin' fool enough to see What I had called my brother on Now he had every right to call on me Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That picker there in trouble, boy Ain't nothin' but another side of you If we ever get to heaven, boys It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong We're in this gig together So let's settle down and steal each other's songs I found a wounded brother Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon And soon enough he turned on me Like he'd done every face in that saloon Well, we cussed him to the ground And said he couldn't even steal a decent song But soon as it was spoken We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy Unless you want that fiddle out of tune That picker there in trouble, boy Ain't nothin' but another side of you If we ever get to heaven, boys It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong We're in this gig together So let's settle down and steal each other's songs
