Inspiration, if you’re a songwriter of Randy Newman’s calibre, at least, can come from the most everyday experiences. One evening in 1970, Newman was kicking back, like millions of others across North American, watching late-night talk-show The Dick Cavett Show. That evening, the guest was Lester Maddox, then the governor of the state of Georgia, who’d come to political prominence as a strict segregationist. The former owner of a grill restaurant, he’d refused to serve Black customers, in violation of the Civil Rights Act of 1965, and he’d used the notoriety the incident gave him as a springboard into politics. For one of the greatest songwriters in history, this was rich material, and a bitingly satirical album, Good Old Boys, began to take shape.
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The inspiration: “I hate everything that he stands for”
The show’s treatment of Maddox got Newman thinking. “They sat him next to [civil-rights activist and NFL great] Jim Brown, the audience hooted at him, and he didn’t say a word,” Newman told Performing Songwriter in 1995. “Maddox didn’t get a chance to be bad on that show. And I thought, Now, I hate everything that he stands for, but they didn’t give him a chance to be an idiot. And here he is, governor of a state – these people elected him in Georgia, however many million people voted for him – and I thought that if I were a Georgian, I would be angry. I would be angry anyway, even if I were a nice, liberal, editor of the journal in Atlanta.”
Written in response to Maddox’s appearance, the incendiary song Rednecks was a country-funk stormer sung from the perspective of a fictional character, Johnny Cutler – an Alabama steel worker aggrieved at Maddox’s treatment from a “smart-ass New York Jew” (Dick Cavett was actually a Nebraska-born gentile; Newman would later allow, “There are some mistakes in it, like, that guy wouldn’t know the names of all those ghettos, but, so what”). In the song, Newman’s character retaliates with what seems like a no-holds-barred defence of Southern bigotry (“We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks/We don’t know our ass from a hole in the ground/We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks/We’re keepin’ the n_____s down”).