I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in....

Besides the songwriter, who really knows the meaning, intent of a song. This one was written by Country Music Star Mickey Newbury...

A few clicks around Google tells me:

A) this was about an acid trip...
B) remember the dream sequence in The Big Lebowski? It's about a middle-aged alcoholic who, one day experiences an acid flashback and when he is between trips he "drops in" to make sure everything was alright."
C) Obviously about Vietnam...

or

D) Written by Newbury in attempt to dissuade young people from experimenting with LSD. Newbury tried to get his message across in a non-preachy way by summing up an addict's life in the grimmest way possible while still being subtle.

Jerry Lee Lewis turned down the song, Kenny Rogers and his new group The First Edition fetched it up, decided it would make a good psychedelic song, filling the musical tracks with every psychedelic-rock cliché they could think of, turning the anti-drug ditty into a drug anthem. Obviously, the song did well for Kenny and the Edition's success for many a year.

About all of the above, conjecture, as in, who knows.

Much the same today regarding our State of the Union. Who knows?

Everything is "Yeah but" today. Look at what he's done for the economy, lowering taxes, creating fair trade. He's a racist, our enemies now love us and our allies hate us. Just watch the good and stop listening to CNN. Yeah but, the Mueller thing and all the guilty parties that are connected. Not a thing has been proved, it's a witch hunt, presidential harassment. Show us the taxes then, and why "stop the investigation" if ya ain't got nuttin' to worry about. Well, NEVER, has a President of the United States been treated like this. They're illegals. Yeah but, no they're not, they're seeking asylum.  Yeah but, how can we help them when we've got homeless vets?

They wore white and wouldn't stand up. Yeah but, reminded me of a Catholic Mass all the up and down. Did you see her face behind him, disgusting? Yeah but, do you remember Paul Ryan behind Obama?

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I go about daily. I see smiling faces. The old group of guys still fill up the chairs at the Piggly Wiggly to discuss this 'n that, seemingly amenably. I hold doors for people, people hold doors for me, and I/we have no idea if left/right. My buddies and I, still great fun. If someone brings up politics, all we gotta do is say "How bout those Chiefs" and all is again, good. (Or maybe now, Royals.)

Then we get home, turn on the news.. scroll thru Facebook.

Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
 I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.

As happens, I got hungry this morning. I have a big belly and an empty smoothie blender staring at me, with a nifty bowl of all kindsa good, healthy things inside it, to add a little low fat milk to for a yummy smoothie. Yeah but, I'm outta coffee, I'll just eat (a horribly calorific) breakfast at HyVee when I go to grab coffee, I'm out.

Discussion with friendly waitress.. "Any trips lined up?".. "Well, we've got some friends in Phoenix..awhile back they bought this really cool, really secluded place in the Phoenix Mountains. We may go see them. They're really social people, and since they moved, he couldn't take it, so they also got an apartment in Phoenix so they go back (yeah but) and forth (yeah but.)"

Yeah but, maybe I'm naïve. I still believe in the good of man. Gulp, all men. Gimme cable with the Fox Sports for the Royals, an easy chair, and the chalet in the Mountains. You can have CNN, Fox, Facebook, Google song interpreters, left, right, Don, Nancy, lifelong friends screaming with their keyboards at the top of their lungs (yes, periodically guilty).. that stuff. Gooey. Yucky. Ewwy.

Yeah but, it's the way... today.

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in....

And then I crawled back out and lived happily ever after, my own personal, groovy, State of The Union. Maybe Punxsutawney is on to something, as in "Now..leave me the hell alone for a year wouldya?"....

By Henry Yeah But Gibson,

Love, Victurd