Take Me Back, Colored Shacks

A few months ago, I wrote a bunch of parody songs.  My objective was to take some of the most beloved "songs of South" and turn them totally upside down, inside out.  I changed the lyrics into themes about slavery, bigotry, oppression, rape, torture, murder, etc.  As you'll quickly see, the lyrics are explicitly vindictive.  Pure venom on steroids.  All of them are written in the same vein as Weird Al Yankovic, minus the predictable silliness.

I'm not even remotely concerned about intellectual property rights.  Because, to be perfectly blunt, nobody in their write mind would ever right such loathsome material.  However, I do think this particular musical niche has merit.  I just haven't figured out the presentation/performance aspect.

Included is the link to the original video and the sonofsaf-styled parody.

John Denver:

Country Roads (w/ lyrics)


Take Me Home Country Roads

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather 'round her   
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road, I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads


Take Me Back Colored Shacks (Sonofsaf)

Shanty hovel, West Virginia
Mason Dixon, Underground Railroad
I will die here, lowered in the ground
Buried with a shovel, didn’t hear a sound
Colored shacks, take me back
‘Bout my race, to be strong
West Virginia, dirty mud floors
Take me back, colored shacks

All my enemies, gather round me
Darkened negro, doesn’t get no sympathy
Red and bloody, canvas on his back
Whipping post with tied hands, torture makes him crack    
Colored shacks, take me back
'Bout my race, to be strong
West Virginia, dirty mud floors
Take me back, colored shacks

I hear that voice, in the morning hour he calls me
Caretaker says back to work, there ain’t no time to play
Praying to my God, I be a kneelin’
(but) it don’t really matter, what I say, what I say

Colored shacks, take me back
‘Bout my race, to be strong   
West Virginia, dirty mud floors
Take me back, colored shacks
Colored shacks, Take me back
‘Bout my race, to be strong
West Virginia, dirty mud floors
Take me back, colored shacks
Take me back, to colored shacks
Take me back, to colored shacks