Been thinking about music lately and bands that I used to listen to daily, but have not recently. Blackfoot is one of those bands.
Blackfoot just might be one of the most underrated “Southern Rock” bands of the 1970’s-80’s. Fronted by Rickey Medlocke (currently playing in the Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute Band), Rickey had a powerful stage presence. Backed by his life-long friend and co-songwriter, the late, Jakson “Thunderfoot” Spires 0n drums, Charlie Hargrett on guitar and Greg T. Walker on bass guitar.
From the Marauder album, a classic, Southern Ballad
Diary of a Workingman, with lyrics below. If you can’t feel the emotion in Medlocke’s voice and guitar playing, well, you just didn’t listen.
In a room all alone waiting by the telephone With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand So begins the diary of a working man He’d been a poor man all of his life and just when things were going right Some stranger takes his woman away, he doesn’t know if he’ll see Oh, another day, oh, another day Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Time has come and it was right, it was a cold and rainy night And he thought for sure she would follow but it won’t be the same, no, tomorrow Now here’s the man glory-bound in a pool of dreams about to drown If he can just get through this night, then maybe tomorrow things Will work out right, oh, will work out right Well, with the pain in his blood, he’d love to take her if he could And as he wakes with a scream to only realize it’s just reality, ooh-ooh-ooh He woke with sweaty hands, maybe there’ll be a change in plans With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand, so ends the diary of a working man