Gary P. Nunn and of course, JJ Walker,' Time has neither diminished nor tarnished this song. Pure Freaking Genius. Both of ya. Thank you for posting this song.
What a blast from the past! This was unofficially our anthem of US drilling crews working on oil & gas rigs in the North Sea in the 80's. We usually drove the British crews crazy by us singing it pretty much non stop the last few days till crew change! And we could start a roughneck ruckus in the pubs singing it !
I just saw Gary P. Nunn last Saturday night in Hamilton, Texas(pop2800). Small venue but big music. Open air on the town square. He's now age 77 and kicking it harder than ever!
I wish Texans weren't such egomaniacs. ;) Bill, I've been all over the country and seen a whole mess of the world. Texas is great. But it's not as if the rest of the country is crap and we don't love the US. I'm tired of this attitude. Texas, it's just another state. The other 49 are pretty cool too.
Yes, sir - Agreed. Just saw Gary P perform at Gruene hall this past weekend and he gave many nods to his old buddy Jackie Jack. It was a soul cleansing show.
My lullaby... No joke, my dad would sing this all the time. Miss that man, but my baby girl is in London and she shared this song with her group. Proud moment.
I gotta move to L.A. so you know I'm going to miss Texas. Then, God willing, we are retiring in London. I already miss Texas. I will always visit Texas as long as I can walk to get on a plane.
I love Texas, born in upstate new York but spent a lot of time in west Texas in the military , I want to go home with the armadillo, friendliest people and the prettiest woman I've ever seen.....
Texas expat here. I do not miss the endless sprawl of Houston and Dallas Ft. Worth, but I often go back to the Hill Country and the endless South Texas Beaches. When I miss Texas, I sing this song and Patsy Cline.
Thank you for lifting my spirits, both Mr. Nunn and Mr. Walker. Wife in hospital, not well. You made me feel better, but that's the power of music, n'est pas?
Saw JJ and the Lost Gonzo Band in a little bar in N. Hollywood. Not sure of the date, late '70's, early "80's. After closing time with power off, they went acoustic 'til the cops came. Invited remaining fans to their hotel bar. 'Bout 20 of us went and they played adlib for another couple hours. Blew me away. I lived in Hawaii, and there's the best of performances there, but nothing before or since, could compare to that night in Hollywood (that's where the hotel was)!
Your great and i love your song but gee i really miss Mr JJW. Saw you guys in Melbourne roughly about 40 years ago., Really sad that Australia missed that concert in Melbourne . Only about 200 people there. Fuck me you guys were the most electric band i ever ever had the privilege to see. We may have been present BUT you guys were in your own world just played for your selves.. So into your zones . What a privalige it was to the 200 or so people present. In love wth JJW before we left the concert. Would have left my husband that night for him. Miss him and you guys so much.
I now play only in a jam band; yet a group with an agenda and set lists. I stumbled upon this masterpiece maybe a year ago. Is there really a better sing-along tune to close out a night than Gary P.’s? And this live version is a national treasure. So glad JJW invited Gary P. to do it.
Jerry Jeff Walker's music takes me back to Texas when my sister lived there. The dive bars were something to remember. I never did get the hang of the two-step, though.
OMG... and so many times at the Armadillo in Austin and Luckenback too! And dance halls in Gruene and elsewhere in Central Texas in the early 70s! Them were the days...
I miss Texas SO much . People can say what they want , put us down and trash us - but I will always be proud that I grew up in Texas. Great memories that will never die..................
snottyxraygirl Fear not! You can always come home,every things the same(some transplants are weird)but mostly the same! We still don't take shi-! PS.From just about anyone!!
Pure Gonzo! Love ya Jerry Jeff and Gary P. We Texans really are unique. That's why people hate us. You don't like what you don't understand or you fear. God Bless from Baytown Texas
This is so true. I feel the same way. I was born here, am living & God willin' I'll die here. Did some travelin over the years,but there is no place on earth like ",Texas".
We just got to Austin last night and this came up on my feed. lol. A few months ago when in Austin I ran into Jerry Jeff's son. Jerry Jeff had passed and both of us had some memories to share..... Thanks for the post.
Have too many people lost the ability to have real fun and love of what their doing like musicians and music lovers getting off on the pleasure and fun of enjoying and doing what they love? Can’t hear this song without smiling , cheering, and wanting to join in ,
I wanna go home with the armadillo to. I remember my dad used to play this song when i was little and now god rest his soul i play it today. i love you dad.
Grew up in same town as Gary. Got in a fight with his brother once. Saw Gary and Jerry play at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix long ago. Gary is 3-4 yr older than me. RIP Jerry Jeff. RIP Steve Nunn.
Oh, such memories! The most fun we ever had in our lives was living in the Hill Country in the 1970s. Armadillo World Headquarters, Luckenbach, Floores' Country Store in Helotes....and the lovely, gorgeous Guadalupe River. This makes me homesick, too, and for a place that isn't there anymore.
All I know we used to listen to Jerry up here in MN in the 70's. He gives us good memories. TX I am still pissed that you have our North Stars. Love the cowboys!
The greatest Texas cosmic cowboy song ever!!!!!!!! Gary P Nunn, Jerry Jeff , Lost gonzos, thats like Waylon, Willie , Asleep at the Wheel , Bob Wills and Ernest Tubb!!! now thats Texas style country..when country was ugly, not all GQ..lol
Another piece of my musical youth has gone to Terlingua in the sky....I wore huge grooves in Viva Terlinga..............what a record ...what an icon Jerry Jeff was to the so called "outlaw country" music scene....and to all us younguns who got to get drunk and screw :) Via Con Dios Maestre
That's okay, it just shows there are much fewer of us that have taste and recognize talent. I've seen Jerry Jeff, Gary, Billy Joe Shaver, Delbert McClinton, etc etc....many many times in small personal venues with every seat filled by good people. If they were a huge arena type acts, I would have never have the memories I enjoy now. Some of life's greatest pleasures and treasures should be shared and enjoyed by a select few that understand and truly deserve it. You're blessed you are one of them
We ain't that bad in London, now, honest, heard this first in the 70s with Jerry Jeff Walker. And I would like to add the best holiday I ever had was New York then driving round the Deep South, greetings from London!
Came here because the wonderful Jerry Jeff Walker just passed away and I'm going through some of my favorites of his (including like here, where he didn't write the song). No, you're not that bad, in fact you live in a lovely country, and this is the most good-natured counter-needling they could've done. In the mid-70s the UK was more different from the US than it is now, and Texas was more different from much of the rest of the US than it is now. I lived in Oklahoma and had been in London and people were fascinated at someone from so "exotic" a location and the tone was "how can someone from such a primitive place even make it to here?" If you had thin skin it would have been annoying but we thought it was hysterical and occasionally put on an act (we'd learned to do that with New Yorkers). This song captured all of that and still pulls me back 45 years to my teenage years. Take care and stay safe!
Born and raised in the midwest, right out of school I moved to Oklahoma and then Texas. The friendliest people and the prettiest women? 100% true! I came back north almost 30 years ago and not a day goes by that I don't regret that move. And this damn song doesn't help matters either. I wanna go home too!
While and I and a lot of my friends sang this song a lot back in our Austin, TX days I never got to see Gary and Jerry perform it live so this is the next best thing.
Marty McCullough just saw your comment and it brings back many memories. Here is one I've been looking for several decades: 1978 or 1979 - Joe Ely & JJW. live on ACL. Anybody have it?
@@blamb42 No, this was "The Texas Connection" on The Nashville Network in early 90s. Jerry Jeff Walker was the host, it played every Saturday night. Jerry Jeff is from Oneonta, NY by the way!
@@USA24541- I think you know as well as I do that a lot of PBS shows are repackages of something else. Not that I can say for sure that this is but just because you know it as Texas Connection doesn't mean that PBS didn't air it as Austin City Limits. ACL ran for quite a while. Could have been the entire run of TC.
This is a little late. (Who knew?) but there at least USED to be a great Texas Saloon in mid-Manhattan called the Lone Star Cafe. It had a huge Armadillo sign leaning up against the building. We did a number of concerts there back from '79 thru '81 while working on our album deals. I think Every body who was anybody from Austin and Dallas, etc. wound up playing gigs there. We played with the Blues Brothers, Bodacious and I think our old buddy Jerry Jeff there. (The years, the cities, the venues and the particular friends where and when tend to get jumbled up after a while when you're on the road about ten to eleven months a year). I came ni-close to getting my head blown off by a couple of freaked out NYC Cops after the last time we played there. A very sweet young lady (I was younger too, as that's the way it rolls if you stay alive long enough) who was the Manager there took a fraternal liking to me, which I returned, and offered me her apartment to stay in that night. You get sick and tired of staying in hotels on the road constantly, so this was a gift horse, whose tonsils I was not about to peruse. We all finished up about 2 am, and the folks who were our friends from the Village Voice and Rolling Stone pretty much knew all about what we were doing and thinking, so their interviews were short and sweet, as were most of them. I rarely saw a big native New Yorker. I'm sure in that many million souls crammed into such a small geographic area, there's bound to be some, but I don't think I ever saw more than four or five who would have been an all day climb if something had gone ary. But then again I wasn't and am not dainty now. Anyway, that night I told her adios as she headed out to JFK for a flight somewhere, and I took a cab over to her address, which was in an old apartment building that had been fixed up, but still didn't have any elevators, and her apartment was on the sixth floor, all lit up from the outside, just like she'd said. So I took my small kit with me (having left the majority of my stuff over at the hotel with the band, and climbed on up. It was a very nice and cleanly laid out apartment, with a bunk bed set in a small room immediately to the right of the inside of her front door, and as I didn't feel right about messing up her bed, after giving myself a tour of her apartment and turning off lights, I brushed and crashed in the top bunk bed, which kind of cool and funky as I hadn't slept in one of those since I'd been a Mountain Tour, Fishing and occasionally Hunting Guide up above Red River and Taos, New Mexico five years earlier. She had one of those outdoor patio lights in the giant chocolate drop cones with the bottom cut off for the brilliant light to beam out of and the on and off switch on it so you wouldn't have to turn off the entry light and climb back up the bunk bed in the dark. Thoughtful, I though. This was about 3 am and as I relaxed and let loose of the nights groove, I was approaching that space where you're not quite asleep, but you're also not quite awake, when I heard banging, yelling and cussing on the door. I didn't know if I was dreaming or not, until the door flew open with three guys screaming and cussing busting into the door. This was rather surreal there in the dark as they were down below me and to my immediate left yelling into the house. So I reached up and clicked on that yard light, only to see the back of the heads of two NYC Cops with their guns drawn and pointed straight ahead, with my yard light having the drop on them. The third guy was a little shrimp in street clothes, but all three were still screaming at a higher volume as they swung their guns around 8" from my face with their entire upper bodies and hands full of their guns shaking and dancing inches from my eyes, while still screaming. I slowly lifted my arms out of the bed and held them out to my side, while a vision of my hometown newspapers banner headline proclaimed "LOCAL MAN GUNNED DOWN BY NYC POLICE IN BED!" I didn't move or try to get a word out for a good three minutes while those Cops adrenaline slowly subsided as I was just calmly looking each of them in the eyes. Finally the Sergeant paused a second as did his patrolman to catch their breathes, and having been a debater for years in politics, I noticed my opening so I softly said to them in the pause "Hi Guys, I'm SUPPOSED to be here and I have the keys. What are Y'all doing here and who's that guy?" The beat cop started back in yelling and shaking but the Sergeant had looked me in the eyes and seen that I was legit and that I was in bed, having been trying to go to sleep. I could see his gears spinning as he slowly reached over and lowered the Beat cop's gun and shushed him but he was still cussing and spitting venom at me with his gun still stuck out in front of him at the ready, should I bust a move. The third guy kind of started quietly backstepping into the living room until the Sergeant stopped him. He then told me that 3rd guy had claimed he was being allowed to stay there on the couch and when he saw all the lights turned out, he immediately knew the place was being burglarized. And further, he had told them there was a loaded sawed off shotgun in the top bunk bed. Where I was trying to go to sleep. I slowly reached back my right hand while still holding my left hand out front where he could see it, and sure enough, there was a shotgun in the bed with me. I picked it up by the barrel and noticed the safety was off. My friend had forgotten to mention that to me as she probably thought I'd sleep in her bed in the other room. The Sergeant took it and turned to glare at that very sheepish looking little cupcake wanna-be actor, who was doing his shrinking violet routine and may have been loading his pants. The Sergeant apologized to me and pushed the Beat Cop on out the door, still cussing ME and holding his drawn gun straight out at arms length with a double grip, but at least pointing down at the floor. When the closed the door my gaze turned to the cupcake who started doing his best mea culpa as my anger started to build as I realized this ignorant little twit had just about gotten my head blown off. But this time it was almost 4:3o and I knew I wasn't going to be sleepy anytime soon, and I'd better get dressed and leave as soon as I could or there would be some cops coming back legitimately to book me for assault and battery, as I was getting more pissed by the second as the mofo was turning from self-defense to a definite offense toward that little twit, whose groveling instead of just a simple apology made it all the worse. So I told him to not say one more word, which I immediately had to repeat much closer to his face before he caught on that I did not one to hear one more word from him, nor ever see him again in his OR my life. He understood that time. The Sun wasn't quite up yet but the City's sky way up above was lighting up when I made my way down those stairs to the sidewalk, where there were NO cabs to be seen at that time of day. The streets were still empty, and from experience I knew that if you weren't in your own limo that had been waiting for you all night, you weren't riding anywhere. So I had a hike ahead of me from east of Central Park over by the East River and above the UN over to 5th Avenue and down to Bleeker Street to get on over to that really cool and nice hotel on it's own Square not too far from the Trade Towers, maybe nine or ten blocks? I went in as quiet as I could but our drummer Mel woke up and asked me what I was doing. (Drummers have always been the most nervous and tightly wound in the bands I've Produced and been Road Manager with. Maybe that's why they were such incredible drummers) I went over and laid down on my bed, for about 30 minutes while the entire events replayed themselves through my conscious brain in high speed from that hour and a half dance with .38 snub noses closer to my eyes than my adam's apple. When I saw on my watch that it was a little after 5:40, I decided to get up and go find someplace to get something to eat, as I was in "yellow space" and wasn't going to be sleeping until sometime that night, down on the East Shore of Maryland and Dave's folks 1,500 acre Christian Camp Retreat just south of Northeast. As I was walking back over to a place that I knew had good food and was open at that time over on Bleeker Street by Kenny's Kastaways, I followed my normal route over there and there were some goombas already sitting on chairs and crates outside some Italian Social Club. Since they were looking at me, and out in Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas or even Nashville, when people look at you, you give them a nod of the hat and a wave. They all just raised their heads a little, while I thought "Damn-Yankees" for the whole night's adventures. I got my food, ate, chilled out a little relaxing, walked back over to Kenny's to visit with him and his lady friend as they were getting ready for the day to start about three hours later at noon, right on schedule, then walked back over to the hotel to catch up with the guys and make sure we were ready to roll on downdown to Maryland. The crowd in front of the Italian Social Club had grown, and this time they all waved, I waved back. After getting together with the guys and telling what happened at Patsy's on my "deep sleep night off", Dave and I talked about something I needed to get back with Kenny and make sure was ready for our next Concert there. SO I walked back to Kenny's, passed the boys at the Social Club with a dapper don silver haired guy out in front. This time, one of the jokers hollers out in a drawn out singsong shout, "Goood MOORNNING OFFICER!" and I realized the silver haired guy laughing out loud was John Gotti. I found another path back from then on. Damn-Yankees. I' suggest you go to Newporand take a 6 of Lone Star with you instead of NYC. Damn-Yankees.
Gary P is a C&W genius. I saw him live in Austin at the Broken Spoke a couple of years ago and it was awesome. If you've ever spent a week or two in London in the winter time and are from Texas you can totally relate to this song. I spent a couple of weeks there around Christmas in 2004 and came to realize the true genius of this song! Why is Kid Rock making hit C&W songs while Gary P is relatively unknown? It's a sin.
Growing up in the 70's, I always considered this song as a Texas national anthem...still do.
It's the theme song to Austin City Limts
I met Jerry Jeff Walker yesterday and told him that I was raised on his music. Will always remind me of my parents.
Jerry has officially gone home with the armadillo.
Thanks for all the memories, Jerry.
Rest in peace, Mate.
He had a big waterfront home in Belize. They sold his CDs in kiosks,
Gary P. Nunn and of course, JJ Walker,' Time has neither diminished nor tarnished this song. Pure Freaking Genius. Both of ya.
Thank you for posting this song.
What a blast from the past! This was unofficially our anthem of US drilling crews working on oil & gas rigs in the North Sea in the 80's. We usually drove the British crews crazy by us singing it pretty much non stop the last few days till crew change!
And we could start a roughneck ruckus in the pubs singing it !
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Tejas isTejas🎉
You cannot know how much joy this brought me tonight ❤
I just saw Gary P. Nunn last Saturday night in Hamilton, Texas(pop2800). Small venue but big music. Open air on the town square. He's now age 77 and kicking it harder than ever!
Last great American poet of the 20th century. So much stuff going on in this song. ❤
Rest in peace Jerry Jeff Walker. He finally went home with the armadillos. He left behind a lot of great music for us to enjoy. There you go.
I'm sitting in my house in Pflugerville, Texas right now... and this song STILL made me home sick...
You don't have to be from Texas to love this song!
Nah...but it helps.
How could anyone live anywhere but TEXAS? World's greatest musicians live in Texas, and so do I, for 31 years now. This song should be Texas' anthem.
How can you not grin for this song? Gotta love a venue with a pool table in the middle.
Where have all cowboy singers songwriters gone? Thank God for TH-cam for the memories of days gone by.
Home on the range I guess.
This gives me chills down my back!!! I doesn't get much better than this.
JJ, Gary P, Cowboy Bob, and John Inmon captured magic in a bottle for a few years.
It hits ya where ya live, even if it's not in Texas
RIP Jerry Jeff.
My kind of country music!
Rest in Peace Jerry Jeff Walker. You will be missed.
I wish people loved America, like texans love Texas💛
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I wish Texans weren't such egomaniacs. ;)
Bill, I've been all over the country and seen a whole mess of the world. Texas is great. But it's not as if the rest of the country is crap and we don't love the US. I'm tired of this attitude. Texas, it's just another state. The other 49 are pretty cool too.
Nice comment!
I don't live in Texas anymore. 😪
I am homesick for it everyday.
One of the happiest days of my life was the first time I saw Texas - in the rear view mirror.
I miss Jerry...but am thankful that Gary P is still with us.
Yes, sir - Agreed. Just saw Gary P perform at Gruene hall this past weekend and he gave many nods to his old buddy Jackie Jack. It was a soul cleansing show.
Yes!
Going to see him tonight in Plano 🤠
My lullaby... No joke, my dad would sing this all the time. Miss that man, but my baby girl is in London and she shared this song with her group. Proud moment.
I don't care where you are or where you're from this song will make you homesick for Texas.
yup yup
I gotta move to L.A. so you know I'm going to miss Texas. Then, God willing, we are retiring in London. I already miss Texas. I will always visit Texas as long as I can walk to get on a plane.
Not if you DO NOT leave Texas
I love Texas, born in upstate new York but spent a lot of time in west Texas in the military , I want to go home with the armadillo, friendliest people and the prettiest woman I've ever seen.....
You are right about that!
I am Brazilian and I love the North American country .... Brazil also has country music quality! Hug ......
I spent 4 years in Texas. No place like it. Still America there. Greatest musicians, prettiest women and finest people
Yes you make a good point in your comment, Hello how are you doing 💕👋👋👋
I have had great experiences in Texas. But I cannot understand why they vote in people like Ted Cruz and Abbott.
Because we want
to !!!!;
RIP Jerry Jeff .......you made Texas proud. Godspeed my friend.
He's from New York...
@@BobPapadopoulos but lived most of his life in Texas so he's pretty much a texan
@@davidd9510 Hell, you don't have to be born in Texas or live there to love it.
@@philpearlman7088 amen!
@@BobPapadopoulos We adopted him.
Texas expat here. I do not miss the endless sprawl of Houston and Dallas Ft. Worth, but I often go back to the Hill Country and the endless South Texas Beaches. When I miss Texas, I sing this song and Patsy Cline.
Had the absolute pleasure of seeing JJ & band in Melbourne Australia in 1983. RIP Jerry Jeff you were the real deal..
Thank you for lifting my spirits, both Mr. Nunn and Mr. Walker. Wife in hospital, not well. You made me feel better, but that's the power of music, n'est pas?
Saw JJ and the Lost Gonzo Band in a little bar in N. Hollywood. Not sure of the date, late '70's, early "80's. After closing time with power off, they went acoustic 'til the cops came. Invited remaining fans to their hotel bar. 'Bout 20 of us went and they played adlib for another couple hours. Blew me away. I lived in Hawaii, and there's the best of performances there, but nothing before or since, could compare to that night in Hollywood (that's where the hotel was)!
The best performance of this song EVER!
this song is great, and so easy to relate to. Anyone any where can enjoy this.
And I'm a westcoast Canadian. JJW rules
Your great and i love your song but gee i really miss Mr JJW. Saw you guys in Melbourne roughly about 40 years ago., Really sad that Australia missed that concert in Melbourne . Only about 200 people there. Fuck me you guys were the most electric band i ever ever had the privilege to see. We may have been present BUT you guys were in your own world just played for your selves.. So into your zones . What a privalige it was to the 200 or so people present. In love wth JJW before we left the concert. Would have left my husband that night for him. Miss him and you guys so much.
I was at TCU and grew to love this song. Great tune. Jerry Jeff is such a good guy, too.
it just don't get much better than this....thanks for posting
A BIG LONE STAR SALUTE TO YOU JERRY A TRUE GIFT TO TEXAS YOU WERE .RIP COWBOY..
I now play only in a jam band; yet a group with an agenda and set lists. I stumbled upon this masterpiece maybe a year ago. Is there really a better sing-along tune to close out a night than Gary P.’s? And this live version is a national treasure. So glad JJW invited Gary P. to do it.
Nobody ever had as much fun as Jerry Jeff Walker!
That is a musical masterpiece. Thank you for sharing, sir.
This brings back so many GREAT memories. Texas Outlaw Music. Alas, nothing lasts forever.
Yes you make a good point in your comment, Hello how are you doing 👋👋👋👋
One of the best Country songs of the, 20th Century. A special thank you to Jerry Jeff Walker, for making it all possible.
Jerry Jeff Walker's music takes me back to Texas when my sister lived there. The dive bars were something to remember. I never did get the hang of the two-step, though.
This should be the national anthem of Texas,long over due............
Our 70's hero of song!! RIP our Texas Troubadour
This Song Really Makes Me Lonesome For That Ole Lone Star State
Great to see Gary again. His gift for self-deprecating humor lives.
2022. and it STILL doesn't get any better than this.
One of my favorite songs from back in the day. Still a sing along song!!!
I’m from Massachusetts but I really love this song.
Gary P Nunn is the man.. just watched him do this live in Texas about 15 minutes ago
bob Awesome!!!!
Wouldn’t it be kick ass to go back in time and be at that jam
Gives me goosebumps. Takes me back.
OMG... and so many times at the Armadillo in Austin and Luckenback too! And dance halls in Gruene and elsewhere in Central Texas in the early 70s! Them were the days...
There should be more of this. This is fun.
I miss Texas SO much . People can say what they want , put us down and trash us - but I will always be proud that I grew up in Texas. Great memories that will never die..................
snottyxraygirl Fear not!
You can always come home,every things the same(some transplants are weird)but mostly the same!
We still don't take shi-!
PS.From just about anyone!!
I live in Ohio and spent a week in Kileen a couple of years ago. It was just terrific. The Texas people are polite, friendly and fun.
Gary Tucker Delta Moon
Unfortunately, Texas is changing, too...
Me: I blame it on the Republicans.
A State of Hate and that's coming from an Abilene boy.
Sure l like this grand tune, with Gary P. Nunn and Jerry Jeff Walker. It couldn`t be better right now 😎
I danced at the Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin and think about those by gone days when I hear this wonderful song.
Sam Hopkins Wasn’t the Armadillo World Headquarters the best!!!!
"Happy" Energy combined with excellent musicianship. THEY FILL MY LIVING ROOM
Truly a wonderful classic. Did not get any better.
One of my favourite songs..lived in Austin when it came out! Just about lived @ the Dillo
Pure Gonzo! Love ya Jerry Jeff and Gary P. We Texans really are unique. That's why people hate us. You don't like what you don't understand or you fear. God Bless from Baytown Texas
This is so true. I feel the same way. I was born here, am living & God willin' I'll die here. Did some travelin over the years,but there is no place on earth like ",Texas".
My man JJW is from new York.....
We just got to Austin last night and this came up on my feed. lol. A few months ago when in Austin I ran into Jerry Jeff's son. Jerry Jeff had passed and both of us had some memories to share..... Thanks for the post.
First time I saw Gary P was in 1974 or 75 in Hico TX. My freshman year at Tarleton State. Been a fan ever since.
Massachusetts ain’t gotta song like this. Texas Forever.
But JJW use to perform at the Harvard Square Theater quite frequently in the 70's and sing this song...he was from Upstate NY
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I love this song. Period. Love it.
Yes I agree with you, Hello how are you doing 👋👋👋
64 years old, Texas PROUD!!!
Have too many people lost the ability to have real fun and love of what their doing like musicians and music lovers getting off on the pleasure and fun of enjoying and doing what they love? Can’t hear this song without smiling , cheering, and wanting to join in
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Bout that I seen him in Nocadoches Texas, never experienced such wild respect for our fellow man. Thank you Sir.
What a great TEXAS classic !!!! My grandparents lived in Gladewater, Texas!
14 miles down the road,been here all my 64 years
Will always love Jerry Jeff Walker’s music! R.I.P.
My god I love this song and every person on that stage!!
I wanna go home with the armadillo to. I remember my dad used to play this song when i was little and now god rest his soul i play it today. i love you dad.
Grew up in same town as Gary. Got in a fight with his brother once. Saw Gary and Jerry play at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix long ago. Gary is 3-4 yr older than me. RIP Jerry Jeff. RIP Steve Nunn.
absolutely have alwakys considered this one of my alll time favorites since a kid.........luvvvv it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, such memories! The most fun we ever had in our lives was living in the Hill Country in the 1970s. Armadillo World Headquarters, Luckenbach, Floores' Country Store in Helotes....and the lovely, gorgeous Guadalupe River. This makes me homesick, too, and for a place that isn't there anymore.
God I love this song!
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Got baptized to this song in 74 in Tempe, AZ. at the Cave Bar. Good times.
Viva terilingua, I was there just moved to Texas from California and the California jam, August of 1974 made me a country fan
All I know we used to listen to Jerry up here in MN in the 70's. He gives us good memories. TX I am still pissed that you have our North Stars. Love the cowboys!
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This reminds me of the jam sessions we played at the Golden Tee in the seventies for some reason. Love it
God Bless Gary P Nunn and RIP Jerry Jeff Walker
This is one of my all time favorites... makes me think of my family in Texas but it also makes me sad that I am not in texas!!!
Hello Doreen how are you doing 💕👋👋👋
The greatest Texas cosmic cowboy song ever!!!!!!!! Gary P Nunn, Jerry Jeff , Lost gonzos, thats like Waylon, Willie , Asleep at the Wheel , Bob Wills and Ernest Tubb!!! now thats Texas style country..when country was ugly, not all GQ..lol
Brilliant song !
Yes that truth,Hello how are you doing👋👋👋👋
Late nightz out at the beach with my family n friends always end with this 😆🙌🏻 + up against the wall no one can leave without knowing every word 😂😂
I thank you kindly, Claude.
Did not know he had passed. One of my favorites. Rip.with resprect.
Another piece of my musical youth has gone to Terlingua in the sky....I wore huge grooves in Viva Terlinga..............what a record ...what an icon Jerry Jeff was to the so called "outlaw country" music scene....and to all us younguns who got to get drunk and screw :) Via Con Dios Maestre
GPN and JJF never stop "delivering" on GPN's signature song "London Homesick Blues." A TEXAS SIZE THANK YOU to BRod313 for posting this fabulous video
That's okay, it just shows there are much fewer of us that have taste and recognize talent. I've seen Jerry Jeff, Gary, Billy Joe Shaver, Delbert McClinton, etc etc....many many times in small personal venues with every seat filled by good people. If they were a huge arena type acts, I would have never have the memories I enjoy now. Some of life's greatest pleasures and treasures should be shared and enjoyed by a select few that understand and truly deserve it. You're blessed you are one of them
This could easily be the best song in the world
Good old song , not heard before, Thanks ~ Arthur
THAT was worth the price of admission! Any Time!!!
My favorite tune. RIP JJW
We ain't that bad in London, now, honest, heard this first in the 70s with Jerry Jeff Walker. And I would like to add the best holiday I ever had was New York then driving round the Deep South, greetings from London!
Came here because the wonderful Jerry Jeff Walker just passed away and I'm going through some of my favorites of his (including like here, where he didn't write the song).
No, you're not that bad, in fact you live in a lovely country, and this is the most good-natured counter-needling they could've done.
In the mid-70s the UK was more different from the US than it is now, and Texas was more different from much of the rest of the US than it is now. I lived in Oklahoma and had been in London and people were fascinated at someone from so "exotic" a location and the tone was "how can someone from such a primitive place even make it to here?" If you had thin skin it would have been annoying but we thought it was hysterical and occasionally put on an act (we'd learned to do that with New Yorkers). This song captured all of that and still pulls me back 45 years to my teenage years.
Take care and stay safe!
Ever heard England Swings?
We opened for Gary P. once in Austin. Pretty cool.
Born and raised in the midwest, right out of school I moved to Oklahoma and then Texas. The friendliest people and the prettiest women? 100% true! I came back north almost 30 years ago and not a day goes by that I don't regret that move. And this damn song doesn't help matters either. I wanna go home too!
While and I and a lot of my friends sang this song a lot back in our Austin, TX days I never got to see Gary and Jerry perform it live so this is the next best thing.
My favorite show in TN growing up was Austin City Limits every Saturday night on pbs
+Marty Mccullough Yeah, me too. Now it aint worth turning on, its garbage.
Marty McCullough just saw your comment and it brings back many memories. Here is one I've been looking for several decades: 1978 or 1979 - Joe Ely & JJW. live on ACL. Anybody have it?
This video is from Austin City Limits isn't it?
@@blamb42 No, this was "The Texas Connection" on The Nashville Network in early 90s. Jerry Jeff Walker was the host, it played every Saturday night. Jerry Jeff is from Oneonta, NY by the way!
@@USA24541- I think you know as well as I do that a lot of PBS shows are repackages of something else. Not that I can say for sure that this is but just because you know it as Texas Connection doesn't mean that PBS didn't air it as Austin City Limits. ACL ran for quite a while. Could have been the entire run of TC.
RIP, Jerry Jeff!! #Legend 😢
Well this song some how found its way in a NY jukebox at 2 AM....
Bad ass... can you tell us more about how that happened? What place? Do tell, so I can go there next time I am in NYC.
This is a little late. (Who knew?) but there at least USED to be a great Texas Saloon in mid-Manhattan called the Lone Star Cafe. It had a huge Armadillo sign leaning up against the building.
We did a number of concerts there back from '79 thru '81 while working on our album deals. I think Every body who was anybody from Austin and Dallas, etc. wound up playing gigs there. We played with the Blues Brothers, Bodacious and I think our old buddy Jerry Jeff there. (The years, the cities, the venues and the particular friends where and when tend to get jumbled up after a while when you're on the road about ten to eleven months a year).
I came ni-close to getting my head blown off by a couple of freaked out NYC Cops after the last time we played there. A very sweet young lady (I was younger too, as that's the way it rolls if you stay alive long enough) who was the Manager there took a fraternal liking to me, which I returned, and offered me her apartment to stay in that night. You get sick and tired of staying in hotels on the road constantly, so this was a gift horse, whose tonsils I was not about to peruse.
We all finished up about 2 am, and the folks who were our friends from the Village Voice and Rolling Stone pretty much knew all about what we were doing and thinking, so their interviews were short and sweet, as were most of them. I rarely saw a big native New Yorker. I'm sure in that many million souls crammed into such a small geographic area, there's bound to be some, but I don't think I ever saw more than four or five who would have been an all day climb if something had gone ary. But then again I wasn't and am not dainty now.
Anyway, that night I told her adios as she headed out to JFK for a flight somewhere, and I took a cab over to her address, which was in an old apartment building that had been fixed up, but still didn't have any elevators, and her apartment was on the sixth floor, all lit up from the outside, just like she'd said.
So I took my small kit with me (having left the majority of my stuff over at the hotel with the band, and climbed on up. It was a very nice and cleanly laid out apartment, with a bunk bed set in a small room immediately to the right of the inside of her front door, and as I didn't feel right about messing up her bed, after giving myself a tour of her apartment and turning off lights, I brushed and crashed in the top bunk bed, which kind of cool and funky as I hadn't slept in one of those since I'd been a Mountain Tour, Fishing and occasionally Hunting Guide up above Red River and Taos, New Mexico five years earlier.
She had one of those outdoor patio lights in the giant chocolate drop cones with the bottom cut off for the brilliant light to beam out of and the on and off switch on it so you wouldn't have to turn off the entry light and climb back up the bunk bed in the dark. Thoughtful, I though.
This was about 3 am and as I relaxed and let loose of the nights groove, I was approaching that space where you're not quite asleep, but you're also not quite awake, when I heard banging, yelling and cussing on the door. I didn't know if I was dreaming or not, until the door flew open with three guys screaming and cussing busting into the door.
This was rather surreal there in the dark as they were down below me and to my immediate left yelling into the house. So I reached up and clicked on that yard light, only to see the back of the heads of two NYC Cops with their guns drawn and pointed straight ahead, with my yard light having the drop on them. The third guy was a little shrimp in street clothes, but all three were still screaming at a higher volume as they swung their guns around 8" from my face with their entire upper bodies and hands full of their guns shaking and dancing inches from my eyes, while still screaming.
I slowly lifted my arms out of the bed and held them out to my side, while a vision of my hometown newspapers banner headline proclaimed "LOCAL MAN GUNNED DOWN BY NYC POLICE IN BED!"
I didn't move or try to get a word out for a good three minutes while those Cops adrenaline slowly subsided as I was just calmly looking each of them in the eyes. Finally the Sergeant paused a second as did his patrolman to catch their breathes, and having been a debater for years in politics, I noticed my opening so I softly said to them in the pause "Hi Guys, I'm SUPPOSED to be here and I have the keys. What are Y'all doing here and who's that guy?" The beat cop started back in yelling and shaking but the Sergeant had looked me in the eyes and seen that I was legit and that I was in bed, having been trying to go to sleep. I could see his gears spinning as he slowly reached over and lowered the Beat cop's gun and shushed him but he was still cussing and spitting venom at me with his gun still stuck out in front of him at the ready, should I bust a move. The third guy kind of started quietly backstepping into the living room until the Sergeant stopped him. He then told me that 3rd guy had claimed he was being allowed to stay there on the couch and when he saw all the lights turned out, he immediately knew the place was being burglarized. And further, he had told them there was a loaded sawed off shotgun in the top bunk bed. Where I was trying to go to sleep.
I slowly reached back my right hand while still holding my left hand out front where he could see it, and sure enough, there was a shotgun in the bed with me. I picked it up by the barrel and noticed the safety was off.
My friend had forgotten to mention that to me as she probably thought I'd sleep in her bed in the other room. The Sergeant took it and turned to glare at that very sheepish looking little cupcake wanna-be actor, who was doing his shrinking violet routine and may have been loading his pants.
The Sergeant apologized to me and pushed the Beat Cop on out the door, still cussing ME and holding his drawn gun straight out at arms length with a double grip, but at least pointing down at the floor.
When the closed the door my gaze turned to the cupcake who started doing his best mea culpa as my anger started to build as I realized this ignorant little twit had just about gotten my head blown off. But this time it was almost 4:3o and I knew I wasn't going to be sleepy anytime soon, and I'd better get dressed and leave as soon as I could or there would be some cops coming back legitimately to book me for assault and battery, as I was getting more pissed by the second as the mofo was turning from self-defense to a definite offense toward that little twit, whose groveling instead of just a simple apology made it all the worse.
So I told him to not say one more word, which I immediately had to repeat much closer to his face before he caught on that I did not one to hear one more word from him, nor ever see him again in his OR my life. He understood that time.
The Sun wasn't quite up yet but the City's sky way up above was lighting up when I made my way down those stairs to the sidewalk, where there were NO cabs to be seen at that time of day. The streets were still empty, and from experience I knew that if you weren't in your own limo that had been waiting for you all night, you weren't riding anywhere.
So I had a hike ahead of me from east of Central Park over by the East River and above the UN over to 5th Avenue and down to Bleeker Street to get on over to that really cool and nice hotel on it's own Square not too far from the Trade Towers, maybe nine or ten blocks? I went in as quiet as I could but our drummer Mel woke up and asked me what I was doing. (Drummers have always been the most nervous and tightly wound in the bands I've Produced and been Road Manager with. Maybe that's why they were such incredible drummers) I went over and laid down on my bed, for about 30 minutes while the entire events replayed themselves through my conscious brain in high speed from that hour and a half dance with .38 snub noses closer to my eyes than my adam's apple. When I saw on my watch that it was a little after 5:40, I decided to get up and go find someplace to get something to eat, as I was in "yellow space" and wasn't going to be sleeping until sometime that night, down on the East Shore of Maryland and Dave's folks 1,500 acre Christian Camp Retreat just south of Northeast.
As I was walking back over to a place that I knew had good food and was open at that time over on Bleeker Street by Kenny's Kastaways, I followed my normal route over there and there were some goombas already sitting on chairs and crates outside some Italian Social Club. Since they were looking at me, and out in Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas or even Nashville, when people look at you, you give them a nod of the hat and a wave. They all just raised their heads a little, while I thought "Damn-Yankees" for the whole night's adventures.
I got my food, ate, chilled out a little relaxing, walked back over to Kenny's to visit with him and his lady friend as they were getting ready for the day to start about three hours later at noon, right on schedule, then walked back over to the hotel to catch up with the guys and make sure we were ready to roll on downdown to Maryland.
The crowd in front of the Italian Social Club had grown, and this time they all waved, I waved back. After getting together with the guys and telling what happened at Patsy's on my "deep sleep night off", Dave and I talked about something I needed to get back with Kenny and make sure was ready for our next Concert there.
SO I walked back to Kenny's, passed the boys at the Social Club with a dapper don silver haired guy out in front. This time, one of the jokers hollers out in a drawn out singsong shout, "Goood MOORNNING OFFICER!" and I realized the silver haired guy laughing out loud was John Gotti. I found another path back from then on. Damn-Yankees. I' suggest you go to Newporand take a 6 of Lone Star with you instead of NYC. Damn-Yankees.
Another saloon in Mid-Manhatten which featured Texas Music Artists... Called O'Lunny's. Actually there as early as 1972, predating the Lone Star Cafe.
on replay
Bryan Owens it can find its way on to any internet jukebox
So much fun listening to them & the audience!
Gary P is a C&W genius. I saw him live in Austin at the Broken Spoke a couple of years ago and it was awesome. If you've ever spent a week or two in London in the winter time and are from Texas you can totally relate to this song. I spent a couple of weeks there around Christmas in 2004 and came to realize the true genius of this song! Why is Kid Rock making hit C&W songs while Gary P is relatively unknown? It's a sin.
I’m not a fan of Kid Rock, I know what you mean.
Well said brother
I always figured that "Austin City Limits" theme song had lyrics. Thanks for the post.