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Kenny Rogers – Coward Of The County

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About the Song

Kenny Rogers, a name synonymous with country music, has gifted us with countless unforgettable tunes. Among his most iconic works is undoubtedly “Coward of the County”. Released in 1979, this song has stood the test of time, continuing to resonate with audiences across generations.

At first glance, the title might suggest a tale of cowardice, but “Coward of the County” is anything but. It’s a poignant narrative of honor, courage, and the complexities of masculinity. The song paints a vivid picture of a small-town hero, a man who is forced to make a difficult choice between his personal safety and his sense of duty.

The heart of the song lies in its storytelling. Rogers’ rich, velvety voice draws us into the world of the protagonist, a man who is confronted with a situation that challenges his very core. The lyrics are simple yet evocative, allowing listeners to connect with the characters and their struggles on a deep emotional level.

One of the most striking aspects of “Coward of the County” is its ability to evoke a strong sense of nostalgia. The song transports us to a simpler time, a world where community and honor were paramount. It’s a reminder of the values that have shaped American culture and continue to resonate with people today.

Musically, “Coward of the County” is a masterclass in country songwriting. The melody is both catchy and memorable, while the instrumentation is rich and textured. The pedal steel guitar, a staple of country music, adds a touch of melancholy that perfectly complements the song’s themes.

Over the years, “Coward of the County” has become more than just a song; it’s a cultural touchstone. It has been covered by countless artists, featured in countless films and television shows, and has inspired countless fans. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal and its ability to connect with people on a universal level.

Whether you’re a lifelong fan of country music or simply appreciate a well-crafted song, “Coward of the County” is a must-listen. It’s a song that will stay with you long after the final note fades.Kenny Rogers, American Music Legend, Dies at Age 81 | Vanity Fair

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Lyrics: Coward Of The County

Everyone considered him
The coward of the county.
He’d never stood one single time
To prove the county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy,
But folks just called him Yellow.
Something always told me
They were reading Tommy wrong.He was only ten years old
When his daddy died in prison.
I looked after 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 has just begun.Promise me, son,
Not to do the things I’ve done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It won’t mean you’re weak
If you turn the other cheek.
I hope you’re old enough to understand:
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man.”There’s someone for everyone,
And Tommy’s love was Becky.
In her arms he didn’t have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was working
The Gatlin boys came calling.
They took turns at Becky.
There was three of them.Tommy opened up the door
And saw his Becky crying.
The torn dress, the shattered look
Was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace
And took down his daddy’s picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy’s face
He heard these words again,”Promise me, son,
Not to do the things I’ve done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won’t mean you’re weak
If you turn the other cheek.
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 half way ‘cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said,
“Hey, look, old Yellow’s leaving.”
But you could’ve heard a pin drop
When Tommy stopped and locked the door.

Twenty years of crawling
Was bottled up inside him.
He wasn’t holding nothing back,
He let ’em have it all.
When Tommy left the bar room
Not a Gatlin boy was standing.
He said, “This one’s for Becky,”
As he watched the last one fall.
N’ I heard him say,

“I promised you, Dad,
Not to do the things you’ve done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don’t think I’m weak.
I didn’t turn the other cheek.
And, Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man.”

Everyone considered him
The coward of the county.

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