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By Geoff Harkness

Published on July 24, 2003

Forget Hank Williams, Hank Jr. and Hank III. Obliterate from memory those pansy "outlaws" Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash. Country music's true wild man is David Allan Coe. Willie might have smoked a joint in the White House, but he wouldn't be caught dead crooning songs called "Nigger Fucker," "Pussy Whipped Again," "Cum Stains on the Pillow" or "Don't Bite the Dick." Having spent the bulk of his formative years in various penitentiaries, Coe blew into Nashville in his late twenties and became one of Music City's most coveted songwriters. A ne'er-do-well with only three Top Ten hits to his name, Coe has always been a bridesmaid in his chosen genre. And though his halcyon days are mostly behind him, Coe remains an unpredictable concert attraction -- an audience is as likely to be treated to a night of drunken swearing as it is to witness an evening of authentic down-home music.