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James McMurtry — Choctaw Bingo
Album: Saint Mary of the Woods
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Released: 2002
Length: 8:15
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Strap them kids in
Give em a lil bit of vodka
in a cherry coke
were goin to oklahoma
to the family reunion
for the first time in years
its up at uncle slatons
cuz hes gettin on in years
no longer travels but hes
still pretty spry
hes not much on talk
and hes too mean to die
and they'll be comin down
from kansas and west arkansas
it'll be one big old party
like you've never saw

uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got an airstream trailer and a
holstein cow
still makes whiskey cuz he still knows how
plays that chocktaw bingo every friday night
you know he had to leave texas but he won't say why
he owns a quarter section up by lake eufala
caught a great big ol bluecat on a driftin jugline
sells his hardwood timber to the chippin mill
cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
he cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
you know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell

my cousin roscoe, slaton's oldest boy
from his second marraige up in illinois
hes raised in east st louis by his
mammas people where they do things different
thought he'd come on down
hes goin to dallas texas in a semi truck
caught from that big mcdonalds
you know that one thats built up on that
big old bridge across the will rogers turnpike
took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarrets
at that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
in the cherokee nation hit muskogee late that night
somebody ran the stoplight at the shawnee bypass
roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite

bob and mae come up from
some little town way down by
lake texoma where he coaches football
they were two-A champions for two years running
but he says they wont be this year
not they wont be this year
and he stopped off in tushka at the pop knife and gun place
bought a sks rifle and a couple full cases of that steel core ammo
with the berdan primers from some east bloc nation
that no longer needs em
and a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol
i mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
and some surplus tracers for that old BAR
of slatons as soon as it gets dark
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time

ruth-anne and lynn come from baxter springs
thats one hell-raisin town way down in
southeastern kansas
got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
thats got rollin stones lips up there in
bright pink neon
and they're right downtown where everyone can see em
and they burn all night
you know they burn all night
they burn all night

Uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got a corner pasture and an acre lots
he sells them owner financed strictly to them
its got no kind of credit
cause he knows they're slackers
and they'll miss that payment
and he'll take it back
plays that choctaw bingo
every friday night
he drinks his johnny walker
at that club 69
were gonna strap those kids in
give em a lil bit of benadryl
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time
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Great song...Americana defined.
 Hannio wrote:
Only song ever written that mentions Berdan primers.  I'm giving it an 8 just for that alone. 
 
Agreed, but 'bad-ass Hebrews' kicks it up to a 9 for me.

I shot a Desert Eagle once. Not as terrifying as you'd think. Its heft damps the recoil.

c.


One stanza missing - ha! Sister twisters! pxd
Fuckin' brilliant - that is all. pxd
Only song ever written that mentions Berdan primers.  I'm giving it an 8 just for that alone. 
I believe that some of the lyrics under the "lyrics" button have been omitted.
 scadawizard wrote:
I have no idea why I don't care for this song but it reminds me of 99 bottles of beer on the wall with 200 verses.  Compared to the other thousands of great music cuts Bill plays I suppose one push of the PSD button every few months is a pretty good thing.

 
Yeah, I hear that too. Frustrating. Great lyrics. But take it somewhere musically.
This tune always makes me smile...
Great Lyrics
I have no idea why I don't care for this song but it reminds me of 99 bottles of beer on the wall with 200 verses.  Compared to the other thousands of great music cuts Bill plays I suppose one push of the PSD button every few months is a pretty good thing.
Saw him in a small venue on a cold night, last November.

Really good show. Pretty good guitar player. Great attitude.  
 merobreno wrote:
Probably already posted this but.............Just one word: EPIC.

 
Yes it is.
Probably already posted this but.............Just one word: EPIC.
 vluvlu wrote:
All I can think is "Shut the F up!"....worse song ever.

 
Well, as some say 'opinions are like assholes, we all have one', or 'that's why there's different flavors of ice cream'. I myself can dance myself silly to this and love the crazy images conjured by the lyrics.  This is an outline for a potentially fun movie!
Going to go see this guy next week at a bar venue. Expectations are high! 
All I can think is "Shut the F up!"....worse song ever.
Y'know, people complained a lot below about the pace and repetition of this song,  but perhaps if you just picture it as a the story you heard by the two guys behind you in the 7-11 out on that flat ass road heading up to Nowhere,  OK  that stopped for a fresh 6-pack to fuel them a few more miles then I think you get the mood, mental acuity, and moral drift Larry was trying convey. Brilliantly, IMHO. Stopping for a full breath, much less a repeated chorus, would entirely ruin the the whole thing. Love it. Probably learned more about that family in these few minutes than a week of probing on ancestry.com.
I LOVE this song.  Being the only person in my family NOT born in Oklahoma, this is like hearing about my family.  Including "running the stop sign on the Shawnee bypass" as my grandma was hit by someone doing this, resulting in her death six weeks later.  I got a white country kicker cousin named La'Quita - we called her Queeter - who wore them cut off britches.  An uncle drove them big semi trucks.  Most of my mom's family still live in Muskogee and we used to vacation at Lake Eufala.  I've driven by most of the places mentioned.

Like a stroll down memory lane....

{#Bananajam}
 Piranga wrote:
When he does this live, everybody goes crazy!

 
Yup- and it's great {#Dancingbanana_2}
 ScottFromWyoming wrote:
I will respond briefly just to keep this brilliant explanation circulating. As an aside, Bois D'arc is the osage orange tree, found only in the Ozark Mountains and vicinity, at least until it was sold in the nineteenth century as living spiny hedges across the East (spiny and tough). The fruit can weigh several pounds and make great objects to throw at cars (not me), though). The name refers to its use by native Indians as material for bows. One need not live in or be especially familiar with rural Oklahoma to understand the truth in this song.
 markw wrote:
This clip will explain some of it. Words couldn't do it justice. Don't forget to put your ear plugs in. 

Before they were allowed to operate casinos, the only legal gambling in Oklahoma was Bingo at gaming centers on Indian land. For poor and bored rural Oklahomans this was cheap entertainment that would sometimes pay off a few hundred dollars. 

In an (much) earlier post I included a link to info about the world's largest McDonald's on the Indian Nations turnpike. In Oklahoma it's as close as we're likely get to something like the Eiffel Tower. 

The "two-A" or double-A (football) Championship refers to a ranking system that groups high schools based on enrollment and geographical regions. AA is the second smallest ranking, indicating a rural or small town's high school. Like bingo, high school football is a major source of entertainment and pride for rural Okies. 

Cut-off britches = worn out blue jeans that have been repurposed as shorts by cutting the legs off. This guy's cousins have apparently cut them off very short, ala Daisy Mae, or more appropriately Daisy Duke (Dukes of Hazard TV show). It's hot and humid here in the summer, especially down in the boondocks. Skimpy clothing is de rigueur. Oh, by the way... Oklahoma has the highest rate of teenage pregnancy in the US. 

A pipe-rail gate is made from heavy duty, larger diameter (~4-6 inch) steel pipe and is HEAVY. It is usually hung from a steel post and pivots to block off a small road or driveway. In rural areas the driveway to a house can be quite long since the house on an acreage can be set back a distance from the main road. The singer is likening his manhood to a branch of a Bois D'arc tree (pronounced BO-dark in Oklahoma). This is extremely hard wood. Fence posts made of it last forever. The metaphor is obvious, but likening it to this wood takes it to the ultimate level. 

A Blue Cat is a variety of catfish, a lake-dwelling bottom feeder that can grow quite large (big as a bus according to local legend). When Uncle Slayton was a younger man he might not have relied on a trotline to supply him with fish. He probably would have done some hand fishing, or noodling. With over 600 miles of shorline Lake Eufaula, near his quarter-section, is prime spot for this type of activity. 

Hope this helps. Even in Oklahoma, rural areas like the one in this song are like foreign countries, the last remaining frontier outposts in America. They have a culture all their own. Outsiders are generally not welcome, but if you can gain their trust and respect you can find no better friends. Salt of the Earth. 


 


When he does this live, everybody goes crazy!
I really like this drumming style.  "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP" on the snare with a brush, I think; a simple bass drum beat; and no cymbals during the verse.

And REALLY LIKE the fact that Mr McMurtry feels no need to rhyme his lyrics. 
Great big ol'... {#Cool}.

Mid-western culture on the skids?
 Catalytic wrote:
The most boring white texan rap I've ever heard. 

 
This song doesn't hold a six-shooter compared to that Black Texan Rap!
Damn good.
 Catalytic wrote:
The most boring white texan rap I've ever heard. 

 
"White Texan rap" ?  I didn't know there was such a genre.


Garb.
I lived in Oklahoma a couple of years ago.  Even though the content of Choctaw Bingo is a bit sketchy, it's damn nice to hear familiar places in Texas and Oklahoma in mainstream music.

If you're a songwriter, this is the key to build up fan followings.
Exactly right. "Live in ought three" is one of the best, rippin' live albums I've ever heard. All of JM's studio stuff sounds bland in comparison.

coloradojohn wrote:
Yup, this is a good one, but it can't hold a candle to the verve and vigor of the "Live in Ought-Three" version! Check it and you'll hear it!

 


Epic! Every story paints a picture...Don't it?
The most boring white texan rap I've ever heard. 
Yup, this is a good one, but it can't hold a candle to the verve and vigor of the "Live in Ought-Three" version! Check it and you'll hear it!
 laramieu wrote:
You used to play a less polished version of this song. It was MUCH better.

 

I think so, too.  James is milking this for all it's worth.
  hschlossberg wrote:
Does this thing never end or change?!?!

gillespp wrote:

Isn't it great?

 
 Why Yes, Yes it is!
Man this is as red neck as it gets!
Love that piano thinggy jamming it's ass off.

The story makes this one listenable to me.

 Jelani wrote:

 

And bill has to pay more for music..

Ok,the lyrics are missing some lyrics, in particular, regarding Ruth Ann and Lynn....and what he might get up to with them.
What's up with that?

 


The needle got stuck after just a few seconds in.
Between friends and relations taking their kids on road trips and what with me driving that very route between Dallas and southern Oklahoma all the time I can well relate to all aspects of this song. It's spot on for me and I really like it especially the Live in Ought Three version. markw's post way down below explained the song as best as anyone.
 hschlossberg wrote:
Does this thing never end or change?!?!

 
Isn't it great?
 jhorton wrote:
Okay, let's move this up on the list of most overplayed songs in the history of RP.

 
Let's not.
good way to learn a language Cold Bear
Does this thing never end or change?!?!
 ppopp wrote:
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

 
you're damn snoring woke me up{#Wink}
Okay, let's move this up on the list of most overplayed songs in the history of RP.
Ok,the lyrics are missing some lyrics, in particular, regarding Ruth Ann and Lynn....and what he might get up to with them.
What's up with that?
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 
 ColdBear wrote:
When I heard it first, I could not understand the lyrics. I'm French and that is too fast and includes to much slang. But I could figure out what it was about. I immediately liked it because I could feel it tells a kind of epic story. Then I tried to understand it in details. Now I love it, just the same way I loved Breaking Bad. 

 
Hahaha! Good for you!
When I heard it first, I could not understand the lyrics. I'm French and that is too fast and includes to much slang. But I could figure out what it was about. I immediately liked it because I could feel it tells a kind of epic story. Then I tried to understand it in details. Now I love it, just the same way I loved Breaking Bad. 
 markw wrote:
I love logging in to check the comments on this song from time to time. They are the same mix of love/hate as in the beginning. I can see how some folks would just never get it. You might have to be from Oklahoma or Texas to even have a clue. I left a couple of comments a few years back that detail what some of the lyrics are about. I don't see a way to search for them anymore, but I'll bet they are still there somewhere. This is some first class, literary songwriting, I don't care who you are! The people that hate it probably hate Dylan too, but to each his own.

 
 markw wrote:
This clip will explain some of it. Words couldn't do it justice. Don't forget to put your ear plugs in. 

Before they were allowed to operate casinos, the only legal gambling in Oklahoma was Bingo at gaming centers on Indian land. For poor and bored rural Oklahomans this was cheap entertainment that would sometimes pay off a few hundred dollars. 

In an (much) earlier post I included a link to info about the world's largest McDonald's on the Indian Nations turnpike. In Oklahoma it's as close as we're likely get to something like the Eiffel Tower. 

The "two-A" or double-A (football) Championship refers to a ranking system that groups high schools based on enrollment and geographical regions. AA is the second smallest ranking, indicating a rural or small town's high school. Like bingo, high school football is a major source of entertainment and pride for rural Okies. 

Cut-off britches = worn out blue jeans that have been repurposed as shorts by cutting the legs off. This guy's cousins have apparently cut them off very short, ala Daisy Mae, or more appropriately Daisy Duke (Dukes of Hazard TV show). It's hot and humid here in the summer, especially down in the boondocks. Skimpy clothing is de rigueur. Oh, by the way... Oklahoma has the highest rate of teenage pregnancy in the US. 

A pipe-rail gate is made from heavy duty, larger diameter (~4-6 inch) steel pipe and is HEAVY. It is usually hung from a steel post and pivots to block off a small road or driveway. In rural areas the driveway to a house can be quite long since the house on an acreage can be set back a distance from the main road. The singer is likening his manhood to a branch of a Bois D'arc tree (pronounced BO-dark in Oklahoma). This is extremely hard wood. Fence posts made of it last forever. The metaphor is obvious, but likening it to this wood takes it to the ultimate level. 

A Blue Cat is a variety of catfish, a lake-dwelling bottom feeder that can grow quite large (big as a bus according to local legend). When Uncle Slayton was a younger man he might not have relied on a trotline to supply him with fish. He probably would have done some hand fishing, or noodling. With over 600 miles of shorline Lake Eufaula, near his quarter-section, is prime spot for this type of activity. 

Hope this helps. Even in Oklahoma, rural areas like the one in this song are like foreign countries, the last remaining frontier outposts in America. They have a culture all their own. Outsiders are generally not welcome, but if you can gain their trust and respect you can find no better friends. Salt of the Earth. 



These lyrics are hilarious!
 jgrosch wrote:
I'm really starting to warm up to James McMurty. He reminds me of  Steve Earle
 

 
ME TOO! Except for the fact that I actually like Steve Earle (at least a little).
sounds like Come Together (Beatles) on the wrong speed without the chorus...it never shifts gears
It's the — same old drone — over and over
Yes it's the — same old drooone — over and over
<repeat ad nauseam> 
I agree wholeheartedly with the comments by markw below.
James McMurtry is a brilliant lyricist.  His father was Larry McMurtry author of The Last Picture Show and Terms of Endearment, among others, which were made into critically acclaimed movies.

So, James has the pedigree and in all his lyrics vividly captures life in those remote desert areas where markw is from.

I grew up there too. I rated him a solid 9! 
This song is so boring. 
 
I love logging in to check the comments on this song from time to time. They are the same mix of love/hate as in the beginning. I can see how some folks would just never get it. You might have to be from Oklahoma or Texas to even have a clue. I left a couple of comments a few years back that detail what some of the lyrics are about. I don't see a way to search for them anymore, but I'll bet they are still there somewhere. This is some first class, literary songwriting, I don't care who you are! The people that hate it probably hate Dylan too, but to each his own.
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie
Yuck!
This might be my least favorite song on RP. I think I prefer that Basement Jaxx aural reaming to this. Seriously.
Rockin'!
 DaidyBoy wrote:
I know nothing about songwriting but I think some important pieces are missing here.  Horribly repetitive, which is a shame cos everything else is so tight and enjoyable.

 
I think its the actual melody he sings. He never gets out of a pattern. The lyrics are all over the place and paint an incredibly visual narrative, but the tone of his drone is horrendous for this length of a song...
gawd this song gets tired after the first 2 seconds
 flyboy wrote:
There's a thread through this song that I didn't realize before.  All of the places he mentions are on US Route 69.  Uncle Slayton lives by Lake Eufala, which Rt. 69 crosses the middle of.  Roscoe stops at the big McDonald's straddling the Will Rogers Turnpike, which is at the rest area just before the Big Cabin exit coming from St. Louis, which is the exit for Rt. 69.  He hits someone with his truck in Muskogee, which is on Rt. 69.  Rt. 69 goes by the east end of Lake Texoma, where Bob and Mae are from.  They stop in Tushka to buy guns, which again is on Rt. 69.  Ruth Ann and Lynn are from Baxter Springs, Kansas, which is on Rt. 69 in SE Kansas.  Finally, Slayton drinks at Club 69, which is on Rt. 69 in Eufala

 
I've lived in Oklahoma for going on 40 years and have been to every one of these places more than once. LOVE this song. We go see McMurtry whenever he comes to town.
There's a thread through this song that I didn't realize before.  All of the places he mentions are on US Route 69.  Uncle Slayton lives by Lake Eufala, which Rt. 69 crosses the middle of.  Roscoe stops at the big McDonald's straddling the Will Rogers Turnpike, which is at the rest area just before the Big Cabin exit coming from St. Louis, which is the exit for Rt. 69.  He hits someone with his truck in Muskogee, which is on Rt. 69.  Rt. 69 goes by the east end of Lake Texoma, where Bob and Mae are from.  They stop in Tushka to buy guns, which again is on Rt. 69.  Ruth Ann and Lynn are from Baxter Springs, Kansas, which is on Rt. 69 in SE Kansas.  Finally, Slayton drinks at Club 69, which is on Rt. 69 in Eufala
I am a big James McMurtry fan, but I prefer Ray Wiley Hubbard's cover of this better.  Ray's voice and inflection captures the character much better in my opinion.
I'm really starting to warm up to James McMurty. He reminds me of  Steve Earle
 
Like a bodark fencepost . . .
 fdfanalytics wrote:
You have to have lived there to understand. Wonder why is there no verse about noodlin'?
 

 
I agree - I did live thereabouts for a while, and this song always makes me grin.  Not goin' back there, but a reminder from time to time is just fine.  pxd
McMurtry must have an interesting family.  
Reminds me of Shari Lewis's "Song That Has No End".
Jesus... Will it ever end?
Changed my 5 to a 7. I don't know; it makes me laugh. {#Roflol}  I don't want to own the track, or hear it on heavy rotation. But I like it.
Sheesh... It started off well but have to agree with the general consensus on here, fcuking repetitive... 'nuff please, time for the PSD!!!!
Oh wait, I'm listening on an iPhone doh!
seems like an incredibly dull lift of "come together"
I know nothing about songwriting but I think some important pieces are missing here.  Horribly repetitive, which is a shame cos everything else is so tight and enjoyable.
 where's the chorus to this dang thang? {#Frustrated}
Marvelous... Marvelous....
reminding me of ..  those wonderful family reunions...
with all the intricate stories...
Who do we sit by whom?
Why does this family come late?
What stories will be told....
and what has happened since the last reunion..

Thanks for playing James McMurtry .. and especially this one .. Choctaw Bingo 

"We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit O' Benadryl
And a Cherry Coke we're goin' to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time, gonna have us a time" 

 
Keep 'em comin' !!
You have to have lived there to understand. Wonder why is there no verse about noodlin'?
 
 ddog wrote:
Gets old after the first 10 minutes..

 
Exactly. Started out as a 5 and went to a 3 in a matter of a couple of minutes.
Gets old after the first 10 minutes..
Oh god , Its still playing, I thought it was over
PSD to the MAx
You used to play a less polished version of this song. It was MUCH better.
Dull dull dull. That may be the point of the song, but dull is still dull.
This is about an hour too long.
 
Hey RP.....I think your record is skipping..................solid 1.
 FrankDebbieCote wrote:
Are these the great lyrics you're talking about?
"Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time"

Yeah, nice, and you called somebody else a moron?

It's a lousy repetitive song with low life lyrics. I don't EVER need to hear crap like that.
 


 
I turn it up every time that part of the song comes on.  Great lyrics, great story telling.  Love James McMurty because he writes songs like this.
 FrankDebbieCote wrote:
Are these the great lyrics you're talking about?
"Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time"

Yeah, nice, and you called somebody else a moron?

It's a lousy repetitive song with low life lyrics. I don't EVER need to hear crap like that.
 


 
It's a brilliant story song. You'll hear much worse lyrics sitting at a stoplight in Baltimore. 

Sit back and  enjoy the groove and the piano.
I can see the people he's talkin' about like I'm watching a movie of them.  Fantastic imagery and lyrics.
:  ) 

passsion8 wrote:
Okay.
Everyone heard it?
Great the first time, right?
We're done.
Delete. 
Next.... 

 


I can't help a big grin every time I hear this.  Helps that the band is tight, but McMurty's imagery is genius. 
 idavido wrote:
Simply a Masterpiece.

 
Indeed!
Just delightful.
The second best part of hearing this on RP is reading the comments. 
 
Okay.
Everyone heard it?
Great the first time, right?
We're done.
Delete. 
Next.... 
{#Naughty}
Gross.
Country meets rap. Having roots in OK, references in song were spot on. If not from this area I can't imagine enjoying this tune, but I do.
{#Cowboy} yee-mother-!@#$%^&-haw!
 rsfc_carp wrote:

Great backing music, but a vocal that rapidly descends from cute to annoying, then spends way too long exploring that territory.

 
Exactly.
 Emwolb wrote:
I like most of McMurtry's stuff but this song is definitely not one of them
 
Great backing music, but a vocal that rapidly descends from cute to annoying, then spends way too long exploring that territory.


Simply a Masterpiece.
 idiot_wind wrote:
it's a rockin morning on 11/25 with James Mc and Bo Didley playing the Bo Didley beat. 

 
Love this rocking redneck hillbilly shit

what a great song both lyrically and musically 

loads of fun here  

 

Typesbad wrote:


You do realize that the "low life" aspect of the lyrics is kind of the point of the song, right?

 

Apparently not.


Boring.I don't think he knows there are 12 notes in the Western music scale...😧
it's a rockin morning on 11/25 with James Mc and Bo Didley playing the Bo Didley beat. 
 FrankDebbieCote wrote:
Are these the great lyrics you're talking about?
"Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time"

Yeah, nice, and you called somebody else a moron?

It's a lousy repetitive song with low life lyrics. I don't EVER need to hear crap like that.
 


 
Fabulous.  I hadn't fully appreciated the genius of his ability to project until I read this.  Upping my rating!
I like most of McMurtry's stuff but this song is definitely not one of them
Re-re-re-bump of Mark W's earlier post, which helped this ignoramus understand the words and context of this song. It's more anthropological report than song IMO:

"Before they were allowed to operate casinos, the only legal gambling in Oklahoma was Bingo at gaming centers on Indian land. For poor and bored rural Oklahomans this was cheap entertainment that would sometimes pay off a few hundred dollars.

In an (much) earlier post I included a link to info about the world's largest McDonald's on the Indian Nations turnpike. In Oklahoma it's as close as we're likely get to something like the Eiffel Tower.

The "two-A" or double-A (football) Championship refers to a ranking system that groups high schools based on enrollment and geographical regions. AA is the second smallest ranking, indicating a rural or small town's high school. Like bingo, high school football is a major source of entertainment and pride for rural Okies.

Cut-off britches = worn out blue jeans that have been repurposed as shorts by cutting the legs off. This guy's cousins have apparently cut them off very short, ala Daisy Mae, or more appropriately Daisy Duke (Dukes of Hazard TV show). It's hot and humid here in the summer, especially down in the boondocks. Skimpy clothing is de rigueur. Oh, by the way... Oklahoma has the highest rate of teenage pregnancy in the US.

A pipe-rail gate is made from heavy duty, larger diameter (~4-6 inch) steel pipe and is HEAVY. It is usually hung from a steel post and pivots to block off a small road or driveway. In rural areas the driveway to a house can be quite long since the house on an acreage can be set back a distance from the main road. The singer is likening his manhood to a branch of a Bois D'arc tree (pronounced BO-dark in Oklahoma). This is extremely hard wood. Fence posts made of it last forever. The metaphor is obvious, but likening it to this wood takes it to the ultimate level.

A Blue Cat is a variety of catfish, a lake-dwelling bottom feeder that can grow quite large (big as a bus according to local legend). When Uncle Slayton was a younger man he might not have relied on a trotline to supply him with fish. He probably would have done some hand fishing, or noodling. With over 600 miles of shorline Lake Eufaula, near his quarter-section, is prime spot for this type of activity.

Hope this helps. Even in Oklahoma, rural areas like the one in this song are like foreign countries, the last remaining frontier outposts in America. They have a culture all their own. Outsiders are generally not welcome, but if you can gain their trust and respect you can find no better friends. Salt of the Earth. "
 FrankDebbieCote wrote:
Are these the great lyrics you're talking about?
"Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time"

Yeah, nice, and you called somebody else a moron?

It's a lousy repetitive song with low life lyrics. I don't EVER need to hear crap like that.
 


 
Interestingly, though I remember hearing them in the song, those lyrics do not appear in the "Lyrics" link to the song. Hmmmm....have we been sensored?
I love this song more every time I hear it. Gonna have us a time...
 {#Yes}{#Drunk}KeithT wrote:
Welcome to Walter White's final journey.  Great choice for this weekend, Bill {#Chef}  (That's supposed to be a "cook").........

 



Did he have to find a way to get some money to Chuck Berry like John Lennon did,

Here come a flattop....... 
Just love every aspect of this song...
Have a brother in law who grew up all over mid-western army bases. Hardwired hippy, but he can do an awesome impersonation just like this. 
 FrankDebbieCote wrote:
Are these the great lyrics you're talking about?
"Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time"

Yeah, nice, and you called somebody else a moron?

It's a lousy repetitive song with low life lyrics. I don't EVER need to hear crap like that.
 


 
You do realize that the "low life" aspect of the lyrics is kind of the point of the song, right?
Just got back from a trip up to Fairbanks and back with three kids in the backseat ages 1-9.  Was wishing we had some vodka to give the baby on the way home.  That last 200 miles was rough.

I'd like to try out Uncle Slayton's BAR, too.
Just shoot me!
Being a southern boy but now a NYC resident, I find this funny, true and makes me wanna dance!{#Bananajumprope}