About the song
## Honeycomb: A Timeless Ballad by Jimmie Rodgers
Jimmie Rodgers, often hailed as the “Father of Country Music,” released the soulful ballad “Honeycomb” in 1957. This timeless song, a poignant tale of love, loss, and longing, showcases Rodgers’ unique vocal style and his ability to craft deeply emotive narratives.
“Honeycomb” is a classic example of Rodgers’ storytelling prowess. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a man haunted by the memory of a lost love. The metaphor of a honeycomb, a symbol of sweetness and structure, is used to represent the speaker’s cherished memories. The song’s imagery is both nostalgic and melancholic, evoking a sense of longing and regret.
Rodgers’ vocal delivery is a key element that adds depth and emotion to “Honeycomb.” His voice, rough and weathered, conveys a sense of lived experience and heartache. He sings with such sincerity that it’s impossible not to be moved by the song’s emotional weight. The melody, simple yet haunting, perfectly complements the lyrics, creating a timeless and unforgettable composition.
“Honeycomb” is a testament to Rodgers’ enduring legacy. It’s a song that continues to resonate with listeners of all ages, thanks to its timeless themes and Rodgers’ powerful performance. Whether you’re a longtime fan of country music or simply appreciate great songwriting, “Honeycomb” is a song that deserves a place in your music collection.
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Lyrics
Well it’s a darn good life
And it’s kinda funny
How the Lord made the bee
And the bee made the honey
And the honeybee lookin’ for a home
And they called it honeycomb
And they roamed the world and they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby’s lips
Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone
And made a walkin’ talkin’ Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord said now that I made a bee
I’m gonna look all around for a green, green tree
And He made a little tree and I guess you heard
Oh, then well he made a little bird
And they waited all around till the end of Spring
Gettin’ every note that the birdie’d sing
And they put ’em all into one sweet tome
For my Honeycomb
Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone
And made a walkin’ talkin’ Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord says now that I made a bird
I’m gonna look all round for a little ol’ word
That sounds about sweet like “turtledove”
And I guess I’m gonna call it “love”
And He roamed the world lookin’ everywhere
Gettin’ love from here, love from there
And He put it all in a little ol’ part
Of my baby’s heart
Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone
And made a walkin’ talkin’ Honeycomb
Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby
Well, Honeycomb, be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife like Honeycomb