Flying Burrito Brothers

Flying Burrito Brothers

2016-05-10

Sin City

I have been listening a lot to the Byrds, not just the hits, but the whole catalog. I followed them into Country Rock and even learned the story behind “Drug Store Truck Driven Man.” I followed a branch off the Byrds tree and have discovered the Flying Burrito Brothers. This offshoot features Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman. My pattern is to start with a greatest hits tour and then drill into the albums. One song that has jumped out from the hits is “Sin City” by Parsons and Hillman. The lyrics seem appropriate for today, “On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain.”

Flying Burrito Brothers

Country and Country Rock are not my favorite genres though I have favorite artists who have transcended the forms. One question I have is what if Country radio was cooler. What artists would they play instead of that “one same song?” I think they could play the Flying Burrito Brothers.

“Sin City”

This old town is filled with sin
It’ll swallow you in
If you’ve got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You’ve got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn

This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain

The scientists say
It will all wash away
But we don’t believe any more
‘Cause we’ve got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door

This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain

A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had

This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain