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You think I’m pshyco – don’t you Momma?

Here is my favourite rendition of a country cult classic “Psycho” – which was originally composed by Leon Payne, a blind Texas country singer-song writer, after he’d read about fellow Texan Charles Whitman.

The details on Whitman were that in 1966 he strangled his Mother to death, stabbed his wife and then headed to the top of a University of a Texas Library tower and opened fire on an unsuspecting crowd… using his Marine corps sniper rifle, killing sixteen people. Whiteman was gunned down by police.

During his autopsy, it was discovered that Whitman had a deadly brain tumor. But Whitman had been unaware of this–although he had complained about headaches and nausea weeks before his rampage. It has been suggested that this tumor drove Whitman to his killing spree.

There are a few very different versions of this song… needless to say my favourite is the Beasts of Bourbons version. I also found that Elvis Costello created a rendition… with George Jones and Eddie Noack both recording it first.

Apparently in the re-make of Hitchcock’s “Psycho,” the song was recorded by Teddy Thompson. I quite liked Teddy’s version too.

Here’s the Beasts of Bourbons (Cult Aussie band)…recorded back in 1988… and also Teddy’s – which has been placed to the backdrop of a movie called “M”. I’ll let you decide which you like best.



The Lyrics

Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I’m as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin’
‘Cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex again last night mama
She was at the dance at Miller’s store
She was with that Jackie White mama
I killed them both
And they’re buried under Jacob’s sycamore

You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
You better let ’em lock me up

Oh, don’t hand me Johnny’s pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I’m havin’ crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you ’bout last night
I woke up in Johnny’s room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
I just killed Johnny’s pup
You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
You’d better let ’em lock me up

Oh you recall that little girl mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh don’t tell me that she’s dead mama
‘Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench mama
Then my mind just walked away

You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho don’t you mama
Mama why don’t you get up?

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