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<\/a><\/p>\nTERRY MOSHER<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if you have heard Hank Williams sing the Lost Highway. Williams had a short life full of lost loves, drink and drugs, and he put all of those together to sing the most intense and passionate songs you can ever hear.<\/p>\n
There is no way I can properly describe the deep and sensitive feelings he put into his numerous songs that he wrote. He poured out his (broken) heart time and time again and became an instant sensation for a young lad who grew up poverty in Alabama during the Great Depression.<\/p>\n
There have been several singers who over the years have had a large impact on me for the ability to pour out deeply-felt emotions into song. That would be people like Dinah Washington (who died from drugs), Billie Holiday (who died from drugs), and Hank Williams (who died from drugs).<\/p>\n
I discovered these emotional singers when I was a young teen going through some tough emotional times that years later I neatly wrapped up in three words \u2013 My Dark Years.<\/p>\n
Washington, Holiday and Williams got me through some tough times, because I could hear in their voices and in their words some of the same feelings I had, but were locked inside of me aching to get out.<\/p>\n
Whenever I heard one of them singing on the car radio, I almost always had to pull over to the side of the road to listen and cry. I was alone back then \u2013 not physically alone \u2013 but emotionally alone and I got comfort from them because I could sympathize with what they were saying through their songs.<\/p>\n
In short, I was them and they were me.<\/p>\n
It has bugged me since those early teen years that whenever Williams\u2019 voice came through the radio those others with me couldn\u2019t feel what I was feeling as he moaned his way through a troubled song.<\/p>\n
I would say that I was a lost soul from my teen years (after my mother died when I was 12) to 1989 when our granddaughter (Junior) was killed. It was only then that I got off the lost highway and sought spiritual understanding, and it took me a year of begging God to tell me why she had to be killed before I had a spiritual awakening and cried for six straight days. The seventh day I experienced what humans cannot \u2013 true love. It lasted for just hours before the real world started battering me once again, but it was the best thing I have experienced.<\/p>\n
Now I get closer and closer to God every day, although like the rest of us I can get sidetrack, but now for only a few hours at a time instead of 30 years when I was a lost soul.<\/p>\n
Williams pictures those 30 years perfectly in his Luke the Drifter song, \u201cLost Highway\u201d in which he lectures us about being lost. Here are the lyrics to that song:<\/p>\n
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\u201c<\/em><\/strong>I’m a rollin’ stone all alone and lost Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine I was just a lad, nearly twenty two Now boy’s don’t start to ramblin’ round \u201cHear that lonesome whippoorwill<\/em><\/strong>, I’ve never seen a night so long Did you ever see a robin weep, The silence of a falling star \u00a0<\/em><\/strong>I don\u2019t mean to get you moody or feel sorry for me. We all have our moments when things don\u2019t go right and we curse the night, so I\u2019m all right. But inside I\u2019m sensitive to more things than even my family knows, and that started I think when my mother died, my father remarried (a year later) and we moved from my beautiful hometown in New York State to this state.<\/p>\n The move moved me from being a bright boy with the world in his hands to a dull boy engulfed by darkness. Thank God I did not do anything wrong other than to risk my life doing stupid things like driving over a 100 mph on back dirt county roads, jumping off a cliff into Puget Sound and threatening to swim across the spring surge of Nooksack River and things like that.<\/p>\n But I clearly understand the pain of others, and especially of Williams, who died way too early, at 29 in the backseat of his Cadillac en route to a New Year\u2019s Day gig in Canton, Oho.<\/p>\n Williams wrote this last song in the backseat while with Minnie Pearl as they were going to a recording session. It pretty much sums up me, and Williams.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cI wandered so aimless life filed with sin I saw the light, I saw the light Just like a blind man I wandered along I saw the light, I saw the light I was a fool to wander and stray I saw the light, I saw the light \u00a0<\/em><\/strong>Be well pal.<\/p>\n Be careful out there.<\/p>\n Have a great day.<\/p>\n You are loved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" TERRY MOSHER I don\u2019t know if you have heard Hank Williams sing the Lost Highway. Williams had a short…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":315,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,3,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-column","category-mosher","category-top-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1566","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1566"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1567,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1566\/revisions\/1567"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFor a life of sin I have paid the cost
\nWhen I pass by all the people say
\nJust another guy on the lost highway<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd a woman’s lies makes a life like mine
\nOh the day we met, I went astray
\nI started rolling down that lost highway<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNeither good nor bad, just a kid like you
\nAnd now I’m lost, too late to pray
\nLord I take a cost, o the lost highway<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nOn this road of sin are you sorrow bound
\nTake my advice or you’ll curse the day
\nYou started rollin’ down that lost highway.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nI understood perfectly when Williams sang \u201cI\u2019m Too Lonesome To Cry.\u201d I was often alone with my thoughts and walked through nearby woods just to get away. I hated going home and these walks would often last all day and into the early evening.<\/h2>\n
\nHe sounds too blue to fly.
\nThe midnight train is whining low,
\nI’m so lonesome I could cry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWhen time goes crawling by.
\nThe moon just went behind the clouds
\nTo hide its face and cry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWhen leaves begin to die
\nThat means he’s lost the will to live,
\nI’m so lonesome I could cry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nLights up a purple sky.
\nAnd as I wonder where you are
\nI’m so lonesome I could cry.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI wouldn’t let my dear savior in
\nThen Jesus came like a stranger in the night
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWorries and fears I claimed for my own
\nThen like the blind man that God gave back his sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nStraight is the gate and narrow’s the way
\nNow I have traded the wrong for the right
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n