Story Behind the Song
I've always been fascinated with, and felt a
certain sympathy for, those of us who choose
for whatever reason to stay in hurtful
or abusive relationships. I suppose I had my
Grandmother foremost in mind as I was writing
the song. My family is from the deep south,
and growing up in a somewhat dysfunctional
environment led me, as a younger man, to take
a fairly dim view of what I considered to be
a "southern" phenomenon. It wasn't until I
began traveling after highschool and college
(and actually seeing the people and places
the poet James Dickey wrote about)
that I started to understand that this type
of behavior is NOT exclusive to the south!
The point of view in the song, though, is
from that perspective.
Lyrics
history -
he comes in, he sits down,
he says, 'where is my supper?'
then he's gone without a sound
while you clean up and silently suffer
wasn't it your mama, black and blue
who once said, 'daughter, don't
let this be you.'
oh, but history has a way of repeating
and every night when you lay down
he's ignoring your hunger
and when the morning comes around
he is gone like the wind
you don't know when
and you don't know how
you lost that boy who took those vows
oh, history goes on repeating
it's the legacy
of a genteel southern aristocracy
where daddy tells you how it's gonna be
and you just tow the line
it's a mystery how all this insanity
survived into this century
emblazoned like a brand upon your mind
he doesn't drink quite as much
as he did before the accident -
that's the one down at the plant
not the one with your friend, marie
nobody says much about that,
it's kept in the closet underneath his hat oh, and history goes on repeating
and like your mother before
and her mother before her
you have learned to adjust
it's expected, it's required
but day by day the fire grows dimmer
you learn to work and you work for him
oh history goes on repeating...
chorus:
(c)ron c. welch - BMI
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