Another Legend Gone !

[Little Big Man MT Chris]

RIP David Allen Coe, my son just texted me a few minutes ago and said David passed about an hour ago

I’ve Always loved country music, but I didn’t discover his music till my 50s. I got into David right at the end.

Really enjoy just the rawness of his country music don’t make them like that no more

 

[Gellar]

My favorite David Allan Coe tune.

 

[JV842]

First “concert” I ever went to; him and Williams Jr. me n my buddy were in middle school, mom had no idea thinking we were just going to a “country concert” although my dad knew where we were headed!!

 

[noharleyyet]

 

[CRJR45]

We saw him in 1981 in OKC , for about ten minutes , them a riot broke out and they cleared the building , always liked his music .

 

[Southern Elk]

I grew up on outlaw/classic country. This one hurts. There’s really not anybody left now, except Willie.

 

[Southern Elk]

He also wrote Take this Job and Shove It. One of the biggest country hits of all time.

I saw a headline that probably summed up the news of his passing the best.

“Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.”

 

[Cammy]

Saw him play in a bar outside of Chanute AFB, Rantoul IL in 1991 or 92. When I told people I was going to the concert there was quite a few that were concerned for my safety. "There will be outlaw bikers and thugs at that place" they said. Saw both but the concert was fantastic and only one guy got beat up and thrown out cause he needed to go. Grateful that I was able to see a legend in such a small intimate venue. Don't remember him doing much if any of the "X" rated stuff.

 

[Bill Zent]

With a life long hearing problem I could seldom understand the words of most songs due to loud instruments that covered the singers voice. Not so with David, he was always a favorite. RIP buddy.

 

[Lmartin5]

Really sad to hear this...RIP!

 

[beaglegun]

Most are surprised to find out he was from Ohio

 

[SFC B]

When I was in law school I tended bar at a Lone Star Steakhouse in Indy on W 38th ST. If you remember the joint you know that "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" was on the music rotation and whenever it came on we had to stop and sing it. Country is generally NOT my flavor and, from what I know of him, he wasn't either BUT I appreciate the sentiment/point of the song and it is forever burned into my brain. I can literally not hear the first few bars without starting to sing.

 

[LopeHunter]

Growing up in a small town int he 1960s, You Never Even Called Me By My Name rang of truth rather than parody. I must have been about 14 when first heard this song. Became a favorite song to erupt at drinking parties beyond where the blacktop ended just over the flood levee along the river's sand bar where underagers went to drink on summer evenings.

Poverty was quite common and that led to broken families and broken people spanning generations of one family. Mommas went to prison. Dads got stabbed and shot in poker games when truck titles were in the pot and the loser had second thoughts. Underaged sisters ran off when the carnival passed through town. Bikers came to town to try and see which one looked most like the newborn so would assume responsibility. A mom whose husband died in the penitentiary crossed up two adult sons on a drug deal and they tossed her body in the big lake with log chains which was a plan but failed to do the job once the ice melted in the spring.

Married high school coach got the cheerleader pregnant. Mayor and brother-in-law were shuttling in the town's coke and weed supply using code phrases like the "crow flies at midnight" over their CB radios. Neighbor blew the levee with dynamite during a big flood so trashed everyone downstream of him leaving sand where had once been excellent soil. Brawls by married couples or between male and female alphas trying to settle simmering rivalries dating back a few decades to elementary school were the norm near closing time on a Saturday night. You have not seen a fight until a purse with a brick inside hits the other woman in the side of the head of someone holding a clump of hair from the purse-swinger.

Loved all the chaos and thankfully was able to move away but when visit can witness the same old sad tune but with fewer people in town these days but still as dysfunctional.

 

[BAKPAKR]

Growing up in a small town int he 1960s, You Never Even Called Me By My Name rang of truth rather than parody. I must have been about 14 when first heard this song. Became a favorite song to erupt at drinking parties beyond where the blacktop ended just over the flood levee along the river's sand bar where underagers went to drink on summer evenings.

Poverty was quite common and that led to broken families and broken people spanning generations of one family. Mommas went to prison. Dads got stabbed and shot in poker games when truck titles were in the pot and the loser had second thoughts. Underaged sisters ran off when the carnival passed through town. Bikers came to town to try and see which one looked most like the newborn so would assume responsibility. A mom whose husband died in the penitentiary crossed up two adult sons on a drug deal and they tossed her body in the big lake with log chains which was a plan but failed to do the job once the ice melted in the spring.

Married high school coach got the cheerleader pregnant. Mayor and brother-in-law were shuttling in the town's coke and weed supply using code phrases like the "crow flies at midnight" over their CB radios. Neighbor blew the levee with dynamite during a big flood so trashed everyone downstream of him leaving sand where had once been excellent soil. Brawls by married couples or between male and female alphas trying to settle simmering rivalries dating back a few decades to elementary school were the norm near closing time on a Saturday night. You have not seen a fight until a purse with a brick inside hits the other woman in the side of the head of someone holding a clump of hair from the purse-swinger.

Loved all the chaos and thankfully was able to move away but when visit can witness the same old sad tune but with fewer people in town these days but still as dysfunctional.

You grew up in a much more interesting place than me.