They Tore Out My Heart
and Stomped That Sucker Flat
Lewis Grizzard
NEWSOUTH BOOKS
Montgomery | Louisville
Also by Lewis Grizzard
Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You (1979)
Glory! Glory! Gergia’s 1980 Championship Season (1981)
They Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat (1982)
If Love Were Oil, I’d Be About a Quart Low (1983)
Don’t Sit Under the Grits Tree with Anyone Else But Me (1984)
Elvis is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Good Myself (1984)
Won’t You Come Home, Billy Bob Bailey? (1985)
My Daddy Was a Pistol and I’m a Son of a Gun (1986)
Shoot Low Boys—They’re Riding Shetland Ponies (1986)
When My Love Returns from the Ladies Room,
Will I Be Too Old to Care? (1987)
Don’t Bend Over in the Garden, Granny—
You Know Them Taters Got Eyes (1988)
Lewis Grizzard’s Advice to the Newly Wed (1989)
Lewis Grizzard on Fear of Flying (1989)
If I Ever Get Back to Georgia,
I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground (1990)
Does a Wild Bear Chip in the Woods? (1990)
Chili Dawgs Always Bark at Night (1990)
Don’t Forget to Call Your Momma; I Wish I Could Call Mine (1991)
You Can’t Put No Boogie Woogie
on the King of Rock and Roll (1991)
I Haven’t Understood Anything Since 1962
and Other Nekkid Truths (1992)
I Took a Lickin’ and Kept on Tickin’
and Now I Believe in Miracles (1993)
The Last Bus to Albuquerque (posthumous) (1994)
It Wasn’t Always Easy but I Sure Had Fun (posthumous) (1994)
Grizzardisms: The Wit and Wisdom of Lewis Grizzard (1995)
Southern by the Grace of God—Lewis Grizzard on the South (1996)
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This is the tale of two hearts . . .
Contents
1 Murmurings and Sad Love Songs
4 An Awful Attack of Sentimentality
5 Where Are You, Now That I Need You, Lucille?
1
I’ve had trouble with my heart for as long as I can remember. Somebody keeps breaking it. I saw one of those public service announcements on late-night television. It offered some sort of pamphlet to young women who needed to learn how to say “No.”
Can you imagine that? Young women today have to write off to Washington for a pamphlet in order to learn how to say “No.” I thought it was something they were born with, like their inability to parallel park.
Girls never needed to look in a book to learn how to turn me down. Take when I was in high school. Those were timid, simpler times. All I wanted was to get kissed, but girls with whom I went out had a never-ending supply of excuses not to kiss me.
“I have a cold,” was one I heard over and over. For years, practically every girl I cornered in the back seat of a 1957 Chevrolet had a bad cold. I started carrying around my own aspirin and orange juice. It didn’t help.
Another excuse was, “I don’t want to smear my lipstick.”
“Go ahead and smear it,” I would say. “Helena Rubenstein is a personal friend of mine.”
My all-time favorite excuse for not kissing me was, “I don’t want to get into trouble.”
Don’t want to get into trouble? Was I asleep during biology class? You can “get into trouble” just by kissing?
The only way I ever got around all this was when I went to college and began to use a wily technique known as “practice kissing.” Here is how that worked:
“Let’s kiss,” I would say to my victim, “but it will just be for practice.”
“For
