He was always a favorite entertainer of mine who's provided me with many smiles and laughs through both his music and acting.

Jerry Reed

This seems an appropriate tribute to him on an automotive forum. Lyrics are below. Thanks for all of the good times, Mr. Reed.
(The video is mis-titled. The name of the song is "Lord, Mr. Ford.")




Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.

Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti freeze
And them accessories
Well honey, that's something else
Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well I figured it up and over a period of time
This four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars
And ninety-nine cents, well now

{Chorus}:
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done

Now the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a
Trick to buy, don't you
But the thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well now, all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some
Fool pull out to pass
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born
With a parking space

{Chorus}

Come away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking automobile

He's got a long way to go, and a short time to get there...

RIP Jerry!

Quote:
For sure! We'll never forget him as the "Snowman."

Well, now I'm depressed.

Jerry Reed with Chet Atkins. I didn't fully appreciate
them in their day, but later came to better realize what
great entertainers they were (and continue to be.)



.

When you're hot you're hot.
When you're not you're not.

RIP Jerry Reed.

East Bound and Down

RIP Jerry.....

He was an Old Dog but he could still bury a bone.




Baby's Coming Home

RIP, Jerry

RIP

Too bad...great entertainer.

Matthew

My fondest memory was when he was a guest to one of those Bass fishing shows. Ol Jerry landed a great big toad that was the biggest Bass he had ever seen. He and the host had one hell of an argument about keeping the fish. Jerry dropped that fish into the live well and sat on the lid proclaiming bodily injury to anyone attempting to free his fish.

Now that's a Jerry to remember!