George Jones, the undisputed Possum of country music, possessed a vocal timbre and emotional depth that few could match. His ability to convey raw, unfiltered human experience was unparalleled, and nowhere is this more evident than in his rendition of “Old Brush Arbors”. This song is a poignant exploration of faith, redemption, and the enduring spirit of rural America.
Background
Released in 1965 as the title track of his album of the same name, “Old Brush Arbors” is more than just a country song; it’s a spiritual journey. The song paints a vivid picture of a simpler time, when communities found solace and salvation in the rustic settings of outdoor church services.
The “brush arbors” of the title were temporary structures erected in rural areas for religious gatherings, often during revival meetings. These were places of profound spiritual awakening and communal bonding.
The lyrics of “Old Brush Arbors” are filled with evocative imagery. The song conjures up vivid pictures of a rural landscape, where the natural world serves as a backdrop for spiritual reflection.
The song’s arrangement is simple yet effective, with a driving rhythm and a restrained instrumentation that allows Jones’ voice to take center stage. The pedal steel guitar, a hallmark of traditional country music, adds a touch of melancholy and longing to the song, while the acoustic guitar provides a steady foundation.
“Old Brush Arbors” is a testament to the enduring power of faith and community. It is a song that speaks to the heart, reminding us of the importance of spiritual connection and the solace that can be found in shared experiences.
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Lyrics
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I remember them so clearly mom and dad loved them so dearlyOld brush arbors by the side of the roadWhere I learned about salvation from the book of revelationsIn an arbor by the side of the roadOld brush arbors by the side of the roadWhere a sinner could lay down his heavy loadIt was in those old brush arbors troubled souls found peaceful harborsBrush arbors by the side of the roadMany times I have departed from the way of life I startedIn an arbor by the side of the roadBut each time the devil’s caught me I remembered what they taught meIn brush arbors by the side of the roadOld brush arbors by the side of the roadWhere the mighty light of God’s great mercy flowedThere was prayin’ shoutin’ singin’ till the country side was ringin’Brush arbors by the side of the roadOld brush arbors by the of the road
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