Count Me OUT!

Every now and then, I get one of those smacks upside the head that remind me, not everyone cares. Not everyone is nice. Or grateful. Or, even very highly evolved.

This week I encountered some fellow human beings that, as fellow blogger Dr. Don (www.assaultonreason.blogspot.com) might say, remind him of George Carlin's schtick about watching "a once-promising species slowly circling the drain."

When you have too many of those encounters in a row, it's time to ask yourself, "Do I need this?"

I like to think that living with an open heart, being kind to people who have kicked me in the head, and letting go of all the bullshit people have dumped on me is really the way to go. After all, someday I'll be dead and gone, and do I really want to waste whatever time I have left worrying about the drain-circlers? Yet, in the meantime, how do I keep myself from laying in traffic when people show me their true colors?

I put on Del and the Boys, turn it up, and pretend I'm Ronnie McCoury on the mandolin.

Someday I'll have sound links, I swear. Really. For now, trust me on this.

(The Del McCoury Band, featuring Ronnie McCoury on mandolin, Del on rhythm guitar. IBMA 2005 FanFest Photo from the Del McCoury Band Website, www.delmccouryband.com. This photo was taken after I had a good laugh with Ronnie over some Jack Daniels truffles and the fact that neither of us has a husband.)

COUNT ME OUT
From "Del and the Boys" (2001)
JEANIE PRUETT
MARIPOSA MUSIC INC. (BMI)

(Nice opening mando solo here by Ronnie, who at 38 already has one mando in the Ryman Hall of Fame...)

Takin' me for granted was your first mistake
And that was the beginning of my last heartache
Then you added insult to my injury
When you started treatin' me just as you please

CHORUS:Count me out of future plans you might be makin'
No more foolish chances am I takin'
You played love's game too rough
As for me I've had enough
Cause the goin' got too rough so count me out

(fabulous fiddle solo here by the one and only Jason Carter)

Things I thought important never bothered you
And you kept on 'till you killed all my love for you
Doin' as you please became a part of you
You can't blame me now for walkin' out on you

CHORUS
Count me out of future plans you might be makin'
No more foolish chances am I takin'
You played love's game too rough
As for me I've had enough
Cause the goin' got too rough so count me out