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Kenny Rogers – Coward Of The Country

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Introduction

I remember the hush that fell over my grandparents’ living room whenever Kenny Rogers’ “Coward of the County” played on the radio. It was one of those songs that seemed to transport them back to a different era. This song, rich in narrative and emotion, was more than just music; it was a story that resonated deeply with many who heard it.

About The Composition

  • Title: Coward of the County
  • Composer: Kenny Rogers
  • Premiere Date: 1979
  • Album/Opus/Collection: Kenny
  • Genre: Country

Background

“Coward of the County” was penned by Roger Bowling and Billy Ed Wheeler and famously performed by Kenny Rogers. Released in 1979, the song quickly became a staple in Rogers’ career, showcasing his ability to convey powerful stories through music. The song tells a poignant tale of a young man who, despite being labeled a coward, displays profound courage and restraint.

Musical Style

The song is characterized by its clear, narrative-driven lyrics and soft, melodic country instrumentation. Rogers’ vocal delivery is both warm and commanding, guiding the listener through the emotional journey of the protagonist. The arrangement supports the narrative, building tension and resolution as the story unfolds.

Lyrics/Libretto

The lyrics explore themes of reputation, violence, and redemption. The protagonist, Tommy, grapples with his promise to his dying father to not follow a path of violence, juxtaposed against the societal pressures to avenge wrongs. This internal conflict is masterfully woven into the music, highlighting the dramatic climax of the story.

Performance History

Since its release, “Coward of the County” has been a significant part of Kenny Rogers’ performances. Its story-like structure made it a favorite among fans and a frequent choice in concerts.

Cultural Impact

The song has transcended its country roots to become a cultural symbol of moral integrity and personal strength. It has been referenced in various other media and continues to influence artists and storytellers.

Legacy

The enduring popularity of “Coward of the County” lies in its universal themes and Kenny Rogers’ heartfelt performance. It remains relevant as it speaks to the courage required to go against the grain for one’s principles.

Conclusion

Reflecting on “Coward of the County,” I’m reminded of its power to stir deep emotions and provoke thought about personal integrity and strength. I encourage everyone to experience this classic, not just as a song, but as a life lesson wrapped in melody.

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Lyrics

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
But 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
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”
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 an’ there was three of them
Tommy opened up the door and saw 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
And 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 should hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man”
Everyone considered him the coward of the county

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