{"product_id":"the-facts-of-life-isbn-9780375758607","title":"The Facts of Life","description":"If you had to give America a voice, it’s been said more than once, that voice would be Willie Nelson’s. For more than fifty years, he’s taken the stuff of his life—the good and the bad—and made from it a body of work that has become a permanent part of our musical heritage and kept us company through the good and the bad of our own lives. So it’s fitting, and cause for celebration, that he has finally set down in his own words a book that does  justice to his great gifts as a storyteller. In \u003cb\u003eThe Facts of Life\u003c\/b\u003e, Willie Nelson reflects on what has mattered to him in life and what hasn’t. He also tells some great dirty jokes. The result is a book as wise and hilarious as its author.“Who knew the world’s best-loved country singer had such a good sense of humor?” —\u003ci\u003eTexas Monthly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You can’t not like Willie Nelson.” —\u003ci\u003eThe San Diego Union-Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pure Willie Nelson...equal parts minstrel, scoundrel, and cowboy—and all of it’s genuine.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Times\u003c\/i\u003eBorn in Abbott, Texas, on April 29, 1933, Willie Nelson is one of the most popular, prolific, and influential songwriters and singers in the history of American music. He has been inducted into a number of music halls of fame, was named a Kennedy Center honoree in 1998, and was given a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 2000. He has recorded more than one hundred albums over six decades. In January 2002, Lost Highway Records will release his first major album of all-new material in five years, \u003cb\u003eThe Great Divide\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey say writing the first line of a book is the hardest part. Thank God that's over. Roger Miller said it must be true that the longer you live with your pet, the more you look alike. My neighbor came over this morning and chewed my ass out for shitting in his front yard. Thank you, Roger. I also have you to thank for the opening of my last book-\"I didn't come here and I ain't leaving.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy daughter Lana just asked me if I wanted a couple of ibuprofen. I said no, I save my pain for the show. We are in Tulsa, Oklahoma, for a concert at Cains Ballroom, where Bob Wills and countless other great bands have performed in the last fifty years. The last time we were here, we had to move it to a larger place because of ticket sales, so we decided to do two days at Cains this time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLana, Kinky Friedman, and I are responsible for the contents of this endeavor, which is to be one-part song lyrics, one-part photographs, and ten-parts bullshit. That's where I come in. I seem to be doing very well. I have ripped off my friend Roger twice already, bragged about how well we draw in Tulsa, and exposed my daughter Lana for offering me drugs before the show. How do you like me so far?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You do know why you're here?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes. There's great confusion on earth, and the Power that is has concluded the following: Perfect man has visited earth already, and his voice was heard. The voice of imperfect man must now be made manifest, and I have been selected as the most likely candidate.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The time is april, therefore you, a taurus, must go. to be born under the same sign twice adds strength. this strength, combined with wisdom and love, is the key.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhere's the Show?\/Let Me Be a Man\u003cbr\u003eExplain to me again, Lord, why I'm here\u003cbr\u003eI don't know\u003cbr\u003eI don't know\u003cbr\u003eThe setting for the stage is still not clear\u003cbr\u003eWhere's the show?\u003cbr\u003eWhere's the show?\u003cbr\u003eLet it begin, let it begin\u003cbr\u003eI am born\u003cbr\u003eCan you use me?\u003cbr\u003eWhat would you have me do, Lord?\u003cbr\u003eShall I sing them a song?\u003cbr\u003eI could tell them about you, Lord\u003cbr\u003eI could sing of the loves I have known\u003cbr\u003eI'll work in their cotton and corn field\u003cbr\u003eI promise I'll do all I can\u003cbr\u003eI'll laugh and I'll cry\u003cbr\u003eI'll live and I'll die\u003cbr\u003eLord let me be a man\u003cbr\u003ePlease, Lord, let me be a man\u003cbr\u003eAnd I'll give it all that I can\u003cbr\u003eIf I'm needed in this distant land\u003cbr\u003ePlease, Lord, let me hold to your hand\u003cbr\u003eDear Lord, let me be a man\u003cbr\u003eAnd I'll give it all that I can\u003cbr\u003eIf I'm needed in this distant land\u003cbr\u003ePlease Lord, let me be a man\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLana, David Anderson, sister Bobbie, L.G., and Gates are regulars along with me on the bus, Honeysuckle Rose III. Ben Dorcy is not with us. Ben is now being preserved for trips in the near Austin area. At seventy-six-years young, he is cutting his world tours considerably. But for all the millions of Ben Dorcy fans, Ben is alive and well. Well, alive anyway. Thank you, Ben, for many years of faithful service and wisdom-\"If you need a friend, buy a dog.\" We'll see you in Austin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCains Ballroom was good tonight. The crowd was loud, which I like. The girls were pretty, which I like, and the guys were friendly. I forgot the words to \"Crazy\" and that's a first. Sammi Smith came by and sang \"Help Me Make It Through the Night.\" Her son, Waylon, and Waylon's dad, Jody Payne, joined in on \"Hey, Good Lookin' \" and \"Will the Circle Be Unbroken.\" Sammi's still singing like an angel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the Road Again\u003cbr\u003eOn the road again\u003cbr\u003eI just can't wait to get on the road again\u003cbr\u003eThe life I love is makin' music with my friends\u003cbr\u003eAnd I can't wait to get on the road again\u003cbr\u003eOn the road again\u003cbr\u003eGoin' places that I've never been\u003cbr\u003eSeein' things that I may never see again\u003cbr\u003eI can't wait to get on the road again\u003cbr\u003eOn the road again\u003cbr\u003eLike a band of gypsies\u003cbr\u003eWe go down the highway\u003cbr\u003eWe're the best of friends\u003cbr\u003eInsisting that the world keep turnin' our way\u003cbr\u003eAnd our way\u003cbr\u003eIs on the road again\u003cbr\u003eI just can't wait to get on the road again\u003cbr\u003eThe life I love is makin' music with my friends\u003cbr\u003eAnd I can't wait to get on the road again\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wrote this song on an airplane with Sydney Pollack and Jerry Shatzberg. We were talking about needing a song for the movie Honeysuckle Rose. Sydney was the producer and Jerry was the director. So I said, \"What do you want the song to say?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSydney says, \"Something about being on the road.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You mean something like, 'On the road again, on the road again, I just can't wait to be on the road again? The life I love is making music with my friends, I can't wait to be on the road again?' \" I said the words kinda bland I guess, maybe without any feeling or emotion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSydney and Jerry kinda stared at each other, and Sydney said, \"But what about a melody?\" I said, \"I'll come up with one before we get to the studio.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the time they were not that knocked out with the song. Of course they couldn't hear the whole song like I could. They were very gentlemanly about the whole thing, not wanting to hurt my feelings and trying to act like they weren't worried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I think the more I talk about my hometown, Abbott, Texas, the better. Not only is it the only hometown I have, it is by far the most educational spot on the planet. I honestly believe I learned more in my first six years in Abbott than I've learned since. Smoking, drinking, and cussing are definitely three subjects in which I excelled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMiss Brissler, our next-door neighbor, and my grandmother, Mama Nelson (who raised me and sister Bobbie from the time I was six months old), had already told us that if we drank beer, smoked cigarettes, and cussed, we were hell bound. At six years old I was well on my way. However, the first songs I remember singing were gospel songs. \"Amazing Grace\" was the first song I learned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy first public appearance was in Brooken, Texas. We were at the annual Brooken Homecoming, with all-day singing and dinner on the ground. I was five years old. My poem was given to me by Mama Nelson to recite at the singing and performing part of \"singing and dinner on the ground.\" I guess I was nervous, because I started picking my nose until it started bleeding all over my little white sailor suit, trimmed in red. I did my poem . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhat are you looking at me for?\u003cbr\u003eI ain't got nothing to say.\u003cbr\u003eIf you don't like the looks of me\u003cbr\u003eYou can look the other way!\u003cbr\u003eI have never had stage fright since.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was always music in our home. My grandparents, Alfred and Nancy Nelson, were both musicians. They took music courses through the mail from the Chicago Music Institute. I could hear them at night practicing their music lessons. My grandfather, Daddy Nelson, was a voice teacher at one time, and they both knew a lot about music. We lived in a little house on the edge of Abbott, and I could hear every note they sang. I could also see the stars through the holes in the roof of that house. It was all very beautiful!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSoon after that time, I was given my first guitar. Up until then I had only written a few poems. Now I was able to learn to play guitar and write songs. It was a Sears and Roebuck Stella guitar. The strings were very high off the neck, so my fingers bled a lot. But they eventually got tough. Kinda like life . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy granddad used to sing:\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eShow me the way to go home\u003cbr\u003eI'm tired and I want to go to bed\u003cbr\u003eI had a little drink about an hour ago\u003cbr\u003eAnd it went right to my head\u003cbr\u003eWherever I may go, and wherever I may roam\u003cbr\u003eYou'll always hear me singing this song\u003cbr\u003eShow me the way to go home\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs you can see, I was getting a broad education.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDaddy Nelson was the kindest, wisest man I've ever known, unless it would be my dad, Ira. He never criticized a crazy thing I did. If my dad was ever mad at me, I never knew it. He would give me anything he had; money when he had it, advice anytime, plus he always kept my cars running like a clock. He was the best damn Ford mechanic that ever lived. Amen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMe and sister Bobbie and some of the rest of the kids around Abbott, the Harwells and the Rajecks, we'd smoke anything that burned. We tried corn silks, cedar bark, coffee grounds, and grapevines before graduating to Bull Durham roll-your-own tobacco, and we did. That's where I learned to roll and why I can roll a joint faster than any living person. And then along came ready-rolls. No wonder I'm short. As much as I smoked, I should have been four feet tall. Thank God I quit cigarettes before I got lung cancer. Unfortunately, a lot of my friends and loved ones kept smoking. My mother, dad, stepmother, stepdad, and one father-in-law all died of lung cancer caused by tobacco. No one knew just how bad smoking was for you back then. If I had known, I would have quit at that time. But we thought it looked cool, smart, hip. Everybody did it. All the movie stars, sports stars (well, not all, but some), were always seen with a cigarette hanging out of their mouths. I love sports, and think I would have done a lot better if I hadn't been smoking cigarettes so early on in life, or not started at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs far as drinking is concerned, I had only tasted beer when I was six years old, but according to what I'd been taught, that was enough to send me straight to hell unless I repented and asked forgiveness. So I did, every Sunday, for a long time. The preacher asked those of us who wanted forgiveness to walk down the aisle. I went down morning and night for years. I took no chances. Amen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI believe we need all of the words we have. So cursing, or \"cussing\" as we used to call it in Abbott, was part of carrying on a conversation. Of course not in my home, but all over everywhere else. We told jokes, and we recited limericks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThere once was a man from Boston\u003cbr\u003eWho owned an American Austin\u003cbr\u003eHe had room for his ass and a gallon of gas\u003cbr\u003eBut his balls fell out and he lost them\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAbbott humor was somewhere between white trash and redneck. All words were important to us. We believed in laughter above everything. We laughed at ourselves mostly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe also loved to fight bumblebees in the summer months. The farmers down the road in Abbott would look for bumblebee nests while they were plowing and working in their fields. When they came into town, they would stop by Popps grocery store and leave word where we could find the nests. We would make our bumblebee paddles out of apple boxes. They looked like Ping-Pong paddles with holes in them to let the air through and to swing smooth. Many Sundays I would come home with both eyes swollen shut from the bee stings. Boy what fun!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy the way, if you're ever stung by a bee, rub tobacco juice on it immediately. The pain goes away and it'll heal much sooner. However, you're still blind for a few days.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnother pastime in Abbott on Sundays, after bumblebee season, was placing an empty woman's purse on the highway that ran between Waco and Dallas. We would tie a string to the purse, then drop the purse on the road and run to hide behind a billboard. A car would come by, the driver would see the purse and slide to a stop. We'd pull the string, retrieving the purse before the driver in the car could get back to it. They were most always real pissed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis made our Sundays special.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe still have a home in Abbott. We bought the house Dr. Simms used to live in. He's the doctor who delivered sister Bobbie and me. The house is about a quarter of a mile from where I was born. I go there when I can, and run and bike the same places again and again. They say you can't go back. Maybe they can't, but I can. Thank you, Abbott, for never changing.National bestseller; With a new Foreword by Larry McMurtry [quote]--Texas Monthly","brand":"Random House Trade Paperbacks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303798886629,"sku":"NP9780375758607","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375758607.jpg?v=1767739268","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-facts-of-life-isbn-9780375758607","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}