For those who endure significant smarminess to catch a glimpse or snippet of genius, watching American Idol pays off when someone like Crystal Bowersox arrives on the scene. The rootsy, hippie-like Crystal always seemed to embody a deeper pain, as if internalizing her blues and releasing them via that soulful serenading.
Well, it turns out she had an alcoholic mother who had anger issues (was this written the night before the finale??):
Farmer's Daughter, by Crystal Bowersox
Halfway to crazy, not far from sane
Fuckin' sick and tired of all your games
All I ever wanted was you to take care of me
Honor thy mother and father too
But I know there ain't no way in hell that God mentioned you
All I ever wanted was you to care for me
Now I'm stuck in this hotel room, your grandson and me
Tomorrow we're gonna find out our destiny
All I ever wanted was you to be there for me
All I ever needed was you to be here for me
This time is the last time you're gonna see us around
This was your last chance to prove you wouldn't let me down
So go on, get going and get away from here
All alone is how you're gonna spend the rest of your years
No farmer's daughter anymore, mommy dear.
Remember back in high school, my brothers and me
Willie put his head through the door to find clarity
You'd come home with bourbon breath, Jack in the air
And when you broke my bones I told the school I fell down the stairs
All I ever wanted was for you to be there for me
All I ever needed was for you to be here for me
This time is the last time you're gonna see us around
This was your last chance to prove you wouldn't let me down
So go on home, get going and get away from here
All alone is how you're gonna spend the rest of your years
No farmer's daughter anymore
I ain't no farmer's daughter anymore
No farmer's daughter anymore, mommy dear
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