I apologize for the lack of photos in this and the next few posts. I am away from home and using a borrowed computer and totally NOT prepared, so I’m doing well just to get something posted.
This is the quintessential 70s song, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure if I was on “Name That Tune” I could identify this one by the very first twangy note. I was so exquisitely anguished by this song, with its sweet and sad goodbyes to 1) his buddy; 2) his Dad; and 3) his little girl Michelle. I loved it so much that I wrote the lyrics out on a piece of notebook paper (with my Bic Banana markers – I made each line a different color) and glued them to my bedroom wall. Did I say glued? Oops.
As far as I know Mr. Jacks never had another hit. I think it would have been hard to follow up a song that was such a tremendous success as this one. It’s the first song I remember that would fall into the category of “song burnout” because it was on the radio all. the. time.
Of course now it’s a very sentimental tune for me, taking me instantly back to the swing my yard where I was would swing and sing, and sing and swing, for hours at a time.