Daniel Johnston (1985): Ain't No Woman Gonna Make a George Jones Outta Me

Ain't no woman gonna make a George Jones outta me
Ain't no woman gonna make a George Jones outta me

Whatever will be will be
Just wait and you'll see, you'll see
Ain't no woman gonna make a George Jones outta me

Love is priceless, it's a feeling
Love is ruthless with no ceiling
Love is this, love is that
Boys are dogs and girls are cats

The night is dark, I heard a bark
With no meow to follow
So I turned out the lights, closed the door
Laid my head on a pillow

Oh, oh mama
I got them really sad blues
Oh, oh mama
I got them really sad blues
Oh, I got them really sad blues

Well I know you so very, very smart
You think like an arrow, like a bullet or a dart
Oh oh mama, I got them really sad blues
Ain't no woman gonna make a George Jones outta me


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Daniel Johnston was a schizophrenic/autistic/whatever-you-call-it-today musical savant who spent many years in mental hospitals after violent outbursts. Incapable of living on his own, yet still capable of occasional insights. This song, and song title, jogged me out of my George Jones reverie. I have long admired Jones's suffering. But here is someone, a musical outsider and mental patient, "daring" to say what most of Jones's peers and fans would not say: "Dear god, to be like that would be the worst." (Complete with the completely non-dramatic non-Tammy female interlude!)

I'm annoyed with this song because I love both George and Tammy, and I hate to see their entertaining public histrionics mocked, but... this song is actually funny and great.