A Modern Psalm – The Only Country Song I’ve Ever Liked


I’ve never been a big fan of Country Music. Aside from the late great Johnny Cash, I guess i just don’t get it. And I don’t get how so many New Yorkers and Long Islanders in particular are so into it. So here’s my little rant. Ready? Here goes:

You are not from the south. You do not live below the Mason-Dixon line. You say ‘thing’ not ‘thang.’ You do not drive a pickup truck, you do not wear a 10-gallon hat and no one has ever shot your dog. So go listen to some Billy Joel.

There. I have spoken.

I know that country music artists sell a lot of records and pack out stadiums all over the place. In fact, I have heard that some people from our church have even put their souls in jeopardy by attending country music concerts. Dangerous stuff, man. You guys are in my prayers.

Personally, I think the popularity of Country Music is a sure sign of the coming apocalypse. However, I did her a song last week that really moved me. And in a statement I am very slow to publish, (deep breath)… it was a country song.

I was watching a new Western on AMC called Hell on Wheels and heard it playing in the back. It was haunting and beautiful and it was just loud enough for the Sound Hound app on my phone to identify it: Rattling Bones by Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson.

I downloaded it on the spot and the next day I listened to it 4 or 5 times in a row. In fact, even now it’s still stuck in my head.

I think what moved me so much about this song was that more than the haunting melody, the lyrics spoke of a deep hurt. It’s not a “Christian” song (if there even is such a thing) but to me, the lyrics read like a modern day psalm. I love the book of Psalms dearly because they express so fully and in such vivid detail how painful life can sometimes be.

Take a listen and read the lyrics (below). See if it moves you the way it did me.

Remember that all truth is God’s truth. And sometimes it can often be found in unexpected places. :)


Rattlin’ Bones:

Smoke don’t rise
Fuel don’t burn
Sun don’t shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratching at my door
But I cut my hands
And break my back
Draggin’ this bag of stones
Till they bury me down, beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin’ bones

Left my home and left my love
Caught on a rusty nail
Devil rose up, heavy with gold
My soul’s not for sale
Then a holy man in a house of God
He offered me a book of prayer
And when I left my home I left my love
I left my faith back there

Smoke don’t rise
Fuel don’t burn
Sun don’t shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratchin’ at my door
But I cut my hands
And break my back
Draggin’ this bag of stones
Till they bury me down, beneath the ground
Shuttin’ my eyes and hang my head
Darkness makes no sound
Climb it up, bottom there
Earth’s on the way back down
When a sadness falls on the morning bird
Wonder what the day will bring
But I’m shuttin’ my eyes and hang my head
At least that bird can sing

Smoke don’t rise
Fuel don’t burn
Sun don’t shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratchin’ at my door
But I cut my hands
And break my back
Draggin’ this bag of stones
Till they bury me down, beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin’ bones

Till they bury me down, beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin’ bones

Kara says:

ohhh, I really like this. and i’m liking the fact your watching amc’s hell on wheels and probably the walking dead too.

on a lighter note, comic book men maybe something worth checking out too, sunday’s at 10pm.

be well Pastor Bert!!!