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With me being a black guy from the hood, I wish y’all could see peoples reaction when I tell them this has been my favorite since 2012. When I was in high school I played baseball. Every home game this was the last song we’d listen before hitting the field… No one would say a word or sing a lyric… just CAPTURED by the beautiful song we were listening to. One of my favs of ANY genre
I can’t believe I haven’t heard this until now. I gave up on Country Music a few years ago because it just ain’t Country anymore. It tells a story, like a song should do. It makes me think of all those years ago. Mamaw and Papaw have been gone since 1977, Dad left us in 2002 and Mom left us in 2016. I can’t even say how much I miss all of them. This song is what I needed today. God bless those generations that came before us.
I picked & played this specifically for my Grandpa at his funeral in 2016. He was an extremely decorated WWII Veteran. A member of the Elite Merrill’s Marauders, an all volunteer unit. His allegiance to this Country doesn’t end there. About 20 years ago he informed us, casually I might add, that he was a Code Talker during the war as well. Native American Code Talkers are the reason we won the War in my eyes. He was awarded the Medal of Honor for his acts of bravery Above & Beyond the call of duty. He never spoke much about the War when I was growing up & now I understand why. He was one of roughly 200 men who survived hell and back numerous times during their operations to overtake the Japanese. Of the original 2997 that volunteered for Merrill’s Marauders, only 130 were found fit for duty when the missions were complete. He had no Heros welcome home by any means. He still was not allowed to enter the Businesses in Harlem, MT. Many of these businesses that proudly displayed signs stating “NO INDIANS ALLOWED” are still in operation today in our small town. At 92 years old he was officially Named the Chief of the Nakota people in Fort Belknap, MT for his acts of bravery. This scared Chief Ceremony had not been done for over 130 years. I am beyond blessed that my daughters were old only enough to witness this & remember this scared Ceremony. My youngest daughter actually participated in the Ceremony that day. Additionally, yes Additionally, he was awarded an Honory Doctorate from Montana State University Northern in 2012 for all his humanitarian contributions to not only the people of our Reservation, but the entire Country.
My grandpa fought in Vietnam and got shot two times in the head he survived and currently has stage 4 lung cancer and two years ago he gave me his 2 Purple Hearts and his dog tags. Will always be my most prized item I own He sadly passed on 4/14/20 Edit: Since his passing I now own almost all of his war stuff including the folded flag they give you, and all the notes he wrote to my family while he was over there.
At my last foster home I heard this song. Every year or so since then, I think about it. Today on the way to my “grandmas” funeral… I watched the article finally again. The line about not knowing what is hiding behind the gray, then the change to in color, made me hopeful. It made me remember that though some days are gray, I shall enjoy the moments in color right now, so one day, I can share of my times with whoever is willing to listen. That makes me hopeful for a better future. Thank you, Jamey✨ May all those reading, be blessed✨
My Daddy and Uncle Joe who fought in WW2 and lost his 15 year old son his son signed for to join the fight and died fighting, did more for this country before they were grown than most folks do in a lifetime. I saw and see it all in color even though I’ve dreamed in black and white and color because we had both kinds of pictures..Rest in heaven all of y’all still thankful for all y’all did for me and our country.
I’m a 46yr old US Army vet of two combat tours in Iraq, 03-05, my Dad served in combat in Vietnam 69-70, his Dad, my Grandfather, a radio man at Utah Beach on D-Day in 1944, hit with German fire and was wounded, his younger brother, my Great-Uncle, served in combat in Korea 53-54, wounded badly with his right leg bein damn near blown off at the knee….all of 4 of us proudly served this nation, took our Oath of Enlistment very seriously and my Dad and I still do, and we all have suffered from the memories of the shit we saw, the shit we had to do, of the brothers who we lost to enemy fire….When I think back and remember the shit I wanna forget about Iraq, I can’t get the smell of burning oil and human flesh outta my nose for hours afterward, it’s the damnedest thing and not even time is helpin me forget that smell, it’s as strong as ever…anyway, THANK YOU to anyone commenting here who served in a branch of our military, and yes, even you squids from the Navy….lol…..HOOAH
I have one last great grandfather from ww2. He recently told me his stories, since his memory has started to go. It was the first time I saw the man cry. What he went through, he said, is something no person should ever have to do or see. He’s 93 years old. His generation is passing, and I think he knows his time is coming. It’s sad to see it happen with your own eyes. This song will always remind me of him.
yeah, should have seen it in color. Vietnam 1970. me and Dave and Don and Floyd and Eddie all went in in 69. my brother went in in 67. Floyd didn’t make it, Don didn’t get to Vietnam, Eddie was captured, escaped with some others, he was never the same. my brother, Dave and I were wounded. not complaining, we asked for it be cause we all believed. Bless em all. this song brings it back, and not in a bad way…
This by far is one of the greatest tributes I’ve ever heard to the heroes of World War II. Both my father and my uncle served. My uncle was killed at the battle of coral sea as part of the marine detachment on the USS Lexington. My father served as well in the army. Fortunately he did come home. I wish he could’ve heard this song. I remember being a kid, and him calling the music I listen to jungle music. I know he would’ve appreciated this one though. Love and miss you dad and uncle Ed.
My grandpa died in 2003, Pearl Harbor Dec. 1941 he and his brother enlisted Jan 1942. His brother was Army Air Corps, my grandpa was Navy USS Helena fought in many major battles in the Pacific, and his ship was torpedoed in July the 6th of 1943 in the Kula Gulf and sunk. Spent 3 days in a raft till they landed on the Island Vella Lavella. Rescue and finish the war, came home and farmed and raised hell. Patriots
Reminds me of my dad. He flew 10 Hump missions over the Himalayas during WWII..He also flew in the the Berlin Airlift. He was the reason I became a pilot. And after 50 years of it, I’m retired. I miss you dad. Rest in peace. I hope you’re catching plenty of largemouth bass up there. I’ll join you someday.
My grandfather went down in a helicopter in Vietnam. Killed 4 Vietcong and hauled his fellow solider through the jungle and back to his camp about 8 miles away. Him and the other solider survived, but the other 4 soldiers in the helicopter didn’t make it. My grandpa suffered from PTSD and survivors guilt. And still does. He has cancer now and doesn’t have long left. This song will forever make me think of him. Love you grandpa.
This song takes me back to the early 90s. A six year old sitting at a kitchen table listening to a ball game on the am radio looking at a black and white photo album with my hero (grandfather). Verse two hits me so hard, my grandfather flew a b-17 throughout ww2 fighting in 8 different battles including D-day. He also had a unbreakable bond with his tail gunner. It makes me sad knowing where we came from, and knowing how hard our ancestors fought for our land and liberties while our leaders piss it all away. Amen and god bless to all who have severed, sacrificed, and died for our country 🇺🇸
Just before my friends grandfather passed away, we went for a visit. His grandmother sat down with me and thumbed through an old black and white photo album. She smiled as she stopped on a picture of proud young man standing in front of shiny car. The picture was taken in 1939. She smiled and said “Look at him, this was taken when he came to pick me up on our first date”. The next photo was of him, with a group of other young men. She paused, said nothing for a minute or so, then said “There he is with John. John didn’t come back from the war….a lot of them didn’t”. Then she closed the album and walked away.
Rest in peace Grandpa Garten. Enlisted in the navy before he 18 was 15-16 to escape the orphanage. He still kept his brothers and sisters close. Served on the USS Tiger a uboat in the northern Atlantic fighting German uboats. He was a gunner. His ship was blown up and he floated in the northern Atlantic for 2 days and saw his buddies get eaten by sharks. He made it back to the USA, had 9 kids, and I’m one of his grandchildren. Thank you grandpa Garten of the uss Tiger uboat.
Man this song is brutal to listen to. It tugs so hard on the strings of my heart. Just thinking of all the men an women that fought for our great country. And to now see how our leaders are treating it and our vets just completely disgusts me. Thank you to all those who served and serve now or in the future. I know my kids are safe in their beds because of people like you.
My grandpa came over from Ireland on the Lusitania. Couldn’t find work so eventually when he was old enough, became a boxer. A Kansas City golden glove boxer. He met my grandma and she told him he had to quit boxing. Soon after aquired his first Piggly Wiggly. Had 2 more before you know it. Then the great depression hit. He couldn’t turn broke, starving people away. They would give him IOU’s but he knew they could never pay it back. He eventually lost all stores, but karma was good to him and grandma. The rest you’re going to have to watch on the big screen if I ever finish writing down his story. He lived to 99 years. Grandma 95. Miss them so much. Went there every Sunday as a child. Of course gramps had boxing on😊
My Papa lived to be 94 yrs old. This song reminds me of him. He was in WW2 and told me several stories of him being in the US Navy. He was known throughout Georgia. He went through the Great Depression and he died a Millionaire several times over… I love you Papa! What an inspiration you are to me! I Love this Song!
My grandpa was in the first division Marines stationed in Guadalcanal, South Pacific Japan. I inherited his USMC uniform from my grandmother. It’s my most prized possession. The blood, sweat and tears that are in that fabric is mind boggling. The things he did and had to see is something I would never want to “see in color”. He was the bravest and most badass man I ever knew. He was scared of nothing. That war changed him. He left a boy and returned as a man. How he survived that hell hole was all in God’s grace! It screwed him up mentally. I miss him everyday. We lost him in 1995. Greatest man anyone would ever want to know! USMC SEMPER FI STRONG!💪🇺🇸
LYRICS (if they’re wrong at all, I’m sorry) I said, “Grandpa, what’s this picture here? It’s all black and white, and it ain’t real clear. Is that you there?” He said, “Yeah, I was eleven. An’ times were tough, back in thirty fi-i-ive, that’s me and Uncle Joe just tryna survive, a cotton farm… In the Great Depression. “And if it looks like we were scared to death, like a couple o’ kids, just tryna save each other… You shoulda seen it in color. “Oh, and this one here was taken overseas, in the middle of Hell in 1943, in the winter time. You can almost see my breath. Yeah, that was my tail gunner, ol’ Johnny McGee. He was a high school teacher, in New Orle-e-eans. An’ he had my back. Right through the day we left. “An’ if it looks like we were scared to death, like a couple o’ kids, just tryna save each other, you shoulda seen it in color. Yeah, a pictures worth a thousand words. An’ you can’t see what those shades o’ gray keep covered, you shoulda seen it in color. “And, this is my favorite one. This is me and Grandma in the summer sun, all dressed up, the day we said our vows. Ya can’t tell it here but it was hot that June. An’ that rose red, and her eyes were blue… And just look at that smile. I was so proud. “That’s the story o’ my life, right there in black and whi-i-ite. And if it looks like we were scared to death, like a couple o’ kids just tryna save each other… Ya shoulda seen it in color. Yeah, a picture’s worth a thousand words. But ya can’t see what those shades o’ gray keep covered.
Paul Gibson: Canton, NC. Grandfather, WW2 vet, worked at Champion paper mill when he got back for over 40 years. I love and miss him. The older i get the more i appreciate him. Men like him are not being replaced, i’ll do my part to protect our flag til i leave this rock….in his honor. Serious stuff…
my 7 year old granddaughter was setting with me looking through an old family album the other day and seen many black and whites of my parents, grandparents and some of me from the early fifties. she was asking me similar questions. she was intrigued by pics with no color and on paper. to her if its not on a phone or computer its totally odd. then out of the blue she said….. THATS WHAT THAT SONG IS ABOUT THAT YOU LISTEN TO PAWPAW. BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES SOMEONE SO YOUNG HAD A GRASP OF WHAT THESE PICTURES MEAN TO PEOPLE. MY EARNEST HOPE IS WHEN IM GONE SHE CAN LOOK BACK ON THIS DAY AND FEEL IT TOUCH HER HEART STRINGS THE WAY IT DID MINE. GREAT SONG GREAT STORY.
I wish songs these days can at least try to be this good I prefer most older music because it has more meaning to it unlike most songs today. Sure it might be weird hearing a teenager saying this but it’s true songs these days just lost they’re meanings I don’t even understand half of what they’re talking about but with older songs like this one I understand what he’s talking about.
Lyrics I said grandpa whats this picture here Its all black and white It ain’t real clear is that you there? He said yeah I was eleven Times were tough back in ’35 That’s me and uncle Joe just tryin’ to survive A cotton farm, in a great depression. If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. Oh and this one here was taken over seas In the middle of hell in 1943 In the winter time, you can almost see my breath That was my tail gunner ole Johnny Magee He was a high school teacher from New Orleans And he had my back right through the day we left. If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. A pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should’ve seen it in color This one is my favorite one. This is me and grandma in the summer sun All dressed up the day we said our vows. You can’t tell it here but it was hot that June And that rose was red and her eyes were blue And just look at that smile I was so proud. That’s the story of my life right there in black and white If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. A pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color. You should have seen it in color Yeah a pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color
Jamey sure deserves much more from Nashville than he gets in color is one of the best songs ever recorded it’s right there with Gordo Lightfoots Edmund Fitzgerald both are great songs even today and both gives you chills to the bone thanks Jamey and Gordon for the contributions you made to the music world great job God bless both of you men
This song also reminds me of my grandparents. My grandfather served in WWII as one of the ORIGINAL Navajo Codetalkers. First 13. He developed the Code. My grandmother stayed in the states and worked in a Factory in California making parts for many air crafts. They were in love. She never knew of what he did in the war until the late 1970’s early 1980’s. He was sworn to secrecy and he uphold his promise to the USMC. I am PROUD of his courage and he is a true warrior like all that take the oath and wear the uniform. If it had not been for the Navajo Codetalkers, the war may have led a different path.
This song must’ve played at least 10 times a day when I was sitting at my mom’s side while she waited for her journey on Earth to round the corner that would take her Home. Every time I hear it, I see her as she was then & I’m always going to be grateful for every one of those moments I got alone with her. January 2009; the bleak white of winter outside, the white surrounding me everywhere in the hospital room…but the living color of the blue in her eyes when she’d open them, the red in her cheeks, the lack of fear & the abundance of love… the shades of grey couldn’t keep those things covered.
This song could have been written about my granddad, WW2 and Korea, and my beautiful blue eyed grandmama ❤ came on the radio as I headed to work one day to open a coffee shop at 4am – by the time I got home at noon, my cousin was calling with the news that he had finally joined her, 4 months after she passed ❤
I am here That it be Known… It has been said “MUSICK IS THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE”. It has been written that as A Christian” Iam in The World(atmosphere) but not of it”. I would debate that Statement after Much Studies of Life. I am In This Universe but not of it. MUSICK has been used as a LURE, TEMPTOR AND MUCH MORE THAN THAT. The Aliens that have been governing this crap Ain’t Good. My God in Whom I Seek Refuge awaits Outside of This Universe. Which Galaxy I am not sure. But I am Comforted in That … What I Believe.
This song was such a breath of fresh air when it came out. It had that classic country sound with a beautiful message. First time I heard it I was in the Navy and we had a radio playing in the hangar bay and this came on. Everyone just listened and I was thinking wow, what an incredible song. And what a perfect time and place to hear it for the first time. Got to see him do it live a few years later.
The Greatest Generation, There is no equivalent song. Super Thanks to J.J. and everyone who has ever served this Great Nation in uniform. Because of you, we live in a free country. The worlds last best hope. If we ever crumble, the rest crumble with us. This is our strength and downfall. Shameful how others love to hate us, as we supply them with their country’s Aid.
Jamie I want this song be played when I die God took my dad and mon older now I can’t stop th tears why my dad gone noone to help me 2024 Saturday March 23 family gone God don’t answer me Sinner son gone legit but people don’t care I said I never marry again two children taken so hopefully you cam understand its all good.
This is what today’s “country” should be. The first time I heard this song I was cleaning out my Mom & Dad’s old house….they were married in 1944 right after Dad came back from combat in Europe. I had just gone through boxes of their old photos. It really got to me. This is what Country is supposed to do…..touch somebody deep. If this song doesn’t tug on your heart, you might need to check your pulse.
This reminded me of my great grandfather.. he passed on Christmas Eve and his funeral was today. We played this song at his funeral. It was his favorite song this makes me cry every time. He served in World War II and he was married to my great grandmother for 69 years I loved him to death may he Rest In Peace love u great grandpa
Wonderful brings back memories of my Daddy 1st marine division south Pacific served with the Legendary Chester R Puller. Daddy passed away March 18,2018,he had a burial with full Marine honors it was so great and Humble, I received that Flag from the Marine he placed it in my arms I can’t Express my feelings in words, but He deserved that.
I said grandpa whats this picture here Its all black and white It ain’t real clear is that you there? He said yeah I was eleven Times were tough back in ’35 That’s me and uncle Joe just tryin’ to survive A cotton farm, in a great depression. If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. Oh and this one here was taken over seas In the middle of hell in 1943 In the winter time, you can almost see my breath That was my tail gunner ole Johnny Magee He was a high school teacher from New Orleans And he had my back right through the day we left. If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. A pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should’ve seen it in color This one is my favorite one. This is me and grandma in the summer sun All dressed up the day we said our vows. You can’t tell it here but it was hot that June And that rose was red and her eyes were blue And just look at that smile I was so proud. That’s the story of my life right there in black and white If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should’ve seen it in color. A pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color. You should have seen it in color Yeah a pictures worth a thousand words But you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color
Ah, this one here was taken overseas, In the middle of hell of 2003, In the winter time, You can almost see my sweat, That was my battle buddy, Jason Rivera, He was a tough Puerto Rican From New York City And he had my back Right through the day we left. That’s my version because that was me in Iraq.
I love this song, it reminds me so much of my great grandfathers, they both served in WWII, one saw so much he would have nightmares up to the day he died, the other one just recently passed he was so strong, I miss them so much, they both married the love of their lives, but they are in a so much better place now, God blessed me with a great and strong family💙
Reminds me of my grandpa and granny. He talked about how life has changed and always keep a picture of granny in his upper left shirt pocket! He was a Marine and would always say he would go back and do it again! He was a man’s man! He loved my granny and us grandkids so much! This song is so awesome! Lots of memories! I love you grandpa and grandma converse! MISS YOU BUCHES!!
Your song is my story. My favorite part which you told perfectly was the black and white marriage photo of my grandparents where my grandpa said you can’t tell by the picture but it was hot, those roses were red and just look at that smile that’s the story of my life. That high school teacher, my grandpa’s tail gun was from Texas instead of New Orleans. Everything else is right even his brother Joe’s name.
My 18 year old grandfather from Rhode Island was a Private infantryman thrown into Italy at the battle of Cassino in 1944. They were trying to take a monestary at the top of the hill but we’re getting pummeled by the Germans who had the high ground. My grandfather got hit and luckily only lost his arm. His older brother Bill was a pilot and luckily made it through too, many others were not so fortunate. Every time I hear this song I start to cry, it’s some kind of beautiful emotional trigger which always brings my grandpa right back into my head again. Thanks for touching on the beauty of life Jamey!
Jamey Johnson is playing in San Francisco tonight, down the block from my apartment building. I have never seen a country singer play here- I wonder how it will go over? I actually came here to check it out his music because I saw the marquee and never heard of him before. I don’t actually know any country music. At all. I was thinking it interesting that he had 2 huge tour buses and a semi truck of equipment- not something you generally see parked on a city block. He is probably used to having more space than a few parking spots! This music is like poetry and his lyrics are so good. I will go down later and check it out- this type of area is probably more than just a little outside of what the band members are used to….
This will always be my all time favorite song. My dad and I used to always listen to it driving to visit/take care of my grandfather. When my paw passed, I got all of the old family pictures of our family who moved here from Ireland and I get so overwhelmed with emotion and love for the pictures of family I never got the opportunity to meet. Pictures never tell the full story, but they dang sure hold so many memories of loved ones.
my grandmother called them the good old days and i didn’t know what she ment until she was gone but i now understand very well what she was saying live every day well love your family and thank our father JESUS CHRIST for each day if we wake up with only what we thanked JESUS for last night what would we have today amen to that and piece be with you all and may the sword shield and armor be with our people our country and our president and CYRUS “KING” father bless these united states with quality of our father the lord of lords and king of kings amen !!!
I am not a country fan at all really .. I was “introduced” to this song on my daughters wedding day (October 2023) by my now son in law in the groom room before the wedding .. Outside of it be an INCREDIBLE SONG.. It will forever have a very special meaning to me.. goosebumps / chills / tears .. EVERYTIME!!
I like how we only had a few words about Johnny McGee and he was a school teacher from New Orleans implying that everyone came from all over the USA to fight in the war and how it was cold in the winter, and it’s just very obviously implied that he was doing bombing missions in what was probably a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress over Germany during WWII. Poetry.
I cried when I heard this song. I could hear my grandparents & my parents telling me the stories. They are all long gone, but the stories are still with me. They wouldn’t have sold those memories for all the tea in China. Those were their memories & they were proud of each & every one of those black & white memories!!
We have everything that we have always wanted and brag about what we did. That generation had something that we don’t know how to do. They actually loved each other. My grandmother would hug, kiss and offer me food before I got into the door. I asked her why she always asked if I had ate anything? She said when we went through the depression, we didn’t know whether or not someone had eaten that day, and if she had food, they did. Thanks Jamie.
This is truly a GREAT song that means so much for me. Most of my childhood memory photos are in b/w. Baby boomer generation. Today’s generation will never understand the meaning of true sacrifice to support a family and put food on the table. Too much of a generation of “entitlement” … I try my best to instill the values that my parents instilled in my to my 10 year old, but it’s a challenge at times. I think and hope that he “gets it” ! Thank you Jamey for a GREAT song !
I know of the song longer. I knew of this song. Wanna go and always always one of my faves. I read the lyrics and I couldn’t stop crying. Wow, I love love whoever wrote this and I’m going to look further Intuit. And by the way, you sang it best. O. M gosh. Thank you, thank you. Thank you, writer and artist singing. Oh, M y goodness. Hope I could meet you someday.
Remember hearing this song when I was a teen. My grandpa was a WW2 vet and it just spoke volumes with me. My grandparents grew up during the great depression. Now, i realize why grandparents saved and stored certain items. Thanks Jamey, and thank you for being to realist artist that showed up for Chris. (Oliver Anthony)