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| Topic Started: May 24 2007, 07:51 PM (4,155 Views) | |
| ParrrrTay | Mar 12 2011, 09:18 PM Post #501 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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What Hurts The Most Rascal Flatts I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though Goin' on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay But that's not what gets me What hurts the most Was being so close And havin' so much to say And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go But I'm doin' it It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret But I know if I could do it over I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken What hurts the most Is being so close And havin' so much to say (Much to say) And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do, oh Oh yeah What hurts the most Was being so close And havin' so much to say (To say) And watchin' you walk away And never knowin' What could've been And not seein' that lovin' you Is what I was tryin' to do Not seein' that lovin' you That's what I was trying to do, ooo |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Almonaster | Apr 18 2011, 10:06 AM Post #502 |
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If Pink Floyd If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could dream. If I were afraid, I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put Your wires in my brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a rule , I would bend. If I were a good man, I'd understand The spaces between friends. If I were alone, I would cry. And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane, Will you still let me join in with the game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late again. If I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do. |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| Almonaster | May 2 2011, 05:31 AM Post #503 |
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Clear Blue Sky - John Lester When I was a young man So many troubles seemed to come my way I didn’t see that I sewed the seeds of my anger They grew a little every day Always a battle for my ways And always someone else to blame So many enemies But never did I wonder from whence they came I never stopped to look inside To see if I held the reasons why The world was coming at me From out of the clear blue sky Now comes a time When my country’s also come of age A hell hit the homeland And everyone is rightfully filled with rage The president’s pointing his finger And from the pulpit I heard him say We’re one nation under God and by God We’re gonna get ‘em back one day With no admission to reasons why He put all the blame on another side And said the Evil One came at us From out of the clear blue sky Call me a traitor Say I’m a coward not a patriot Well I know we had to strike back I just don’t think we’ve planned the hardest battle yet How many fights for freedom Will we wage while the peace is denied And is that peace just a prayer we make on Sundays And hope that God to bless upon us From out of the clear blue sky They were crazy They were evil and they were wrong But the weak take a desperate measure When they’re backed into the corner by a foe to strong My brother, my sister My countryman, and my friend I think we’d better take a really hard look at ourselves If we want to keep this from happening again And if we search beyond our pride Perhaps we’ll find an answer that has long been denied And peace will reign upon us From out of the clear blue sky |
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You use a mirror to see your face. You use works of art to see your soul. ~ G. B. Shaw Visit Al's FractAl Gallery I'm in ur detailz likin' ur sinz.
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| ParrrrTay | May 10 2011, 06:11 PM Post #504 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Elton John - Mona Lisa And Mad Hatters Now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say. I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow, in New York city. Until you've seen this trash can dream come true, You stand at the edge, while people run you through. And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you, I thank the Lord there's people out there like you. While Mona Lisas and mad hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers, turn around and say, "good morning" to the night. For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why, they know not if it's dark out side or light. This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing, if I knew the tunes I might join in. I go my way alone, grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city. Subways no way , for a good man to go down, Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown. And I thank the Lord for the people I have found, I thank the Lord for the people I have found. While Mona Lisas and mad hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers, turn around and say, "good morning" to the night. For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why, they know not if it's dark out side or light. And now I know, "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say. I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow, in New York city. Subways no way, for a good man to go down, Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown. And I thank the Lord for the people I have found, I thank the Lord for the people I have found. While Mona Lisas and mad hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers, turn around and say, "good morning" to the night. For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why, they know not if it's dark outside or light, they know not if it's dark outside or light. |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Redundancies | May 11 2011, 06:42 AM Post #505 |
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Cat Scratch Fever
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Breaking Benjamin - "Crawl" A shadow of a man I'm nothing less I am holding on, Still holding on And every now and then life begins again I am holding on, Still holding on I'm not like you Your faceless lies Your weak dead heart Your black dead eyes I'll make it through, but not this time Your hope is gone, and so is mine Live, Fight Crawl back inside Sick, Blind Love left behind And I wont live, your weak wicked lie You pull me in, I'm one step behind Show me where it hurts And I'll make it worse Are you holding on? Keep holding on Dilated eyes shine for one last time Are you holding on? Keep holding on You're not like me Your faceless lies Your weak dead heart Your black dead eyes I'll break you in, and let this die Your hope is gone, and so is mine Live, Fight Crawl back inside Sick, blind Love left behind And I wont live your weak wicked lie You pull me in, I'm one step behind I'm becoming a monster, Just like you After it all you'll try to break me too Falling forever, Chasing dreams I brought you to life so I can hear you scream Live, Fight Crawl back inside Sick, Blind Love left behind I wont live your weak wicked lie You pull me in I'm one step behind I'm one step behind I'm one step behind |
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Seeking to bring back the Ministry of Darkness Cool points earned: 3 No TV and no beer make Homer something something. | |
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| ParrrrTay | May 14 2011, 09:13 AM Post #506 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Winds Of Change – Scorpions I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close,like brothers The future’s in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Chorus: Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I fallow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change The wind of change blows straight Into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring The freedom bell for peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Liarg | Jun 14 2011, 02:13 PM Post #507 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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Chris Young – Tomorrow Tomorrow I’m gonna leave here. I’m gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would. And tomorrow, I’m gonna listen. To that voice of reason inside my head telling me that we’re no good. But tonight I’m gonna give it one last time. Rock you strong in these arms of mine. Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow. We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you. You’re no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow. But tonight, I’m gonna love you like there’s no.. Tomorrow I’ll be stronger. I’m not gonna break down and call you up when my heart calls out for you. And tomorrow, you won’t believe it, but when I pass your house, I won’t stop no matter how bad I want to. But tonight I’m gonna give it one last time. Rock you strong in these arms of mine. Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow. We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you. You’re no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow. But tonight, I’m gonna love you like there’s no tomorrow. Baby when we’re good, you know we’re great. But there’s too much bad for us to think that there’s anything worth trying to save. But tonight I’m gonna give it one last time. Rock you strong in these arms of mine. Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow. We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you. You’re no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow. But tonight, I’m gonna love you like there’s no.. Tomorrow I’m gonna leave here. I’m gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would. |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Almonaster | Jun 14 2011, 04:43 PM Post #508 |
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Good song - not one I knew. Thanks. |
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| ParrrrTay | Jun 14 2011, 06:50 PM Post #509 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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I Chris Young's voice.
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Liarg | Jun 15 2011, 11:06 AM Post #510 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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We didn’t know that times were lean Round our house the grass was green It didn’t seem like things were all that bad I bet we walked a thousand miles Chopin’ cotton and pushin’ plows And learnin’ how to give it all we had. As life went on and years went by I saw the light in daddy’s eyes And felt - the love in mama’s hands They kept us warm and kept us fed Taught us how to look ahead Now lookin’ back, I understand. We were walkin’ in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin’ in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin’ home was the hardest thing we ever faced. When sunday mornings rolled around We dressed up in hand-me downs Just in time, together with the church Sometimes I think how long it’s been And how it impressed me then It was the only day my daddy wouldn’t work. We were walkin’ in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin’ in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin’ home was the hardest thing we ever faced. We were walkin’ in high cotton..... |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Liarg | Jun 15 2011, 11:11 AM Post #511 |
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Stranger, in an even stranger land....
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BEST.......SONG......EVER! \ I was the cook, ----she was the waitress Down at Salty Sams seafood cafe Somewhere between the clam juice and the seaweed salad some little shrimp... lured her away Oh, I Lobster, n' never Flounder He wrapped his line around her and they drove off in his Carp Oh, I Lobster n' never Flounder I Octopus his face in, Eel only break her heart. I said "just Squid and leave me for that piano Tuna If you want to Trout something new" She was the Bass I ever had and my life has no Porpoise Oh my Cod, I love her, yes I do Oh, I Lobster, n' never Flounder He wrapped his line around her and they drove off in his Carp Oh, I Lobster n' never Flounder I Octopus his face in, Eel only break her heart. I swordfish she'd come back to me! Aw, if she did, she'd just throw ya the same ole' line: "Not But I've kelpt her picture in my walleye all these years, just for the Halibut, I wonder if she's kept mine in her perch. Well, we'd better quit sea-horsin' around here-these people look like they're goin' into a state of shark! Oh, I Lobster, n' never Flounder He wrapped his line around her and they drove off in his Carp Oh, I Lobster n' never Flounder I Octopus his face in, Eel only break her heart |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Liarg | Jun 15 2011, 11:15 AM Post #512 |
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Travis Tritt Where Corn Don't Grow As we sat on the front porch Of that old grey house where I was born and raised Starin' at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard every day I think it kinda hurt him when I said Daddy There's a lot that I don't know But don't you ever dream about a life Where corn don't grow He just sat there silent Staring at his favorite coffee cup I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyes When he looked up He said Son I know at your age Seems like this ol' world is turning slow And you think you'll find the answer to it all Where corn don't grow Hard times are real There's dusty fields No matter where you go You may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high Where corn don't grow I remember feeling guilty When Daddy turned and walked back in the house I was only seventeen back then But I thought that I knew more than I know now I can't say he didn't warn me This city life's a hard row to hoe Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around Where corn don't grow Hard times are real There's dusty fields No matter where you go And you may change your mind 'Cause the weeds are high Where corn don't grow You may change your mind Oh the weeds are high Where corn don't grow ........................ I grew up where corn grows, and looking back, I wish with all my heart that I never left....
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| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| jDELIGHT | Jun 15 2011, 01:05 PM Post #513 |
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Fun is the only noise you should hear
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Go 500!!
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A 21-Skwerl Salute for the Dizzy Twirling Hippy Chick! "Your only true land based hope are aerodynamically correct goats." JT | |
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| Liarg | Jun 15 2011, 02:15 PM Post #514 |
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Colder Weather - Zac Brown Band She’d trade Colorado if he’d take her with him, Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in, And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay, She’s answered by the tail lights Shining through the window pane He said I wanna see you again But I’m stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then She said you’re a ramblin’ man You ain’t ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin’ At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln, The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin’, And in the waitress’ eyes he sees the same ‘ol light shinin’, He thinks of Colorado And the girl he left behind him He said I wanna see you again But I’m stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then She said you’re a ramblin’ man You ain’t ever gonna change Got a gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin’(born for leavin’) Well it’s a winding road When you’re in the lost and found You’re a lover I’m a runner We go round ‘n round And I love you but I leave you I don’t want you but I need you You know it’s you who calls me back here babe Oh I wanna see you again But I’m stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then Cause I’m a ramblin’ man I ain’t ever gonna change I got a gypsy soul to blame And I was born for leavin’ (born for leavin’) And when I close my eyes I see you No matter where I am I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines I’m with your ghost again It’s a shame about the weather I know soon we’ll be together And I can’t wait till then I can’t wait till then |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| ParrrrTay | Jun 26 2011, 07:51 AM Post #515 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Artist: Miranda Lambert Song: Gunpowder And Lead Album: CrAzY Ex-Girlfriend County road 233, under my feet Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me I've got two miles till, he makes bail And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight, well now he's got one And he ain't seen me CrAzY yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and lead Well it's half past ten, another six pack in And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind He pulls in the drive, gravel flies He don't know what's waitin' here this time Hey I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight well now he's got one And he ain't seen me CrAzY yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and lead His fist is big but my gun's bigger He'll find out when I pull the trigger I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight well now he's got one And he ain't seen me CrAzY yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and, Gunpowder and lead Gunpowder and lead, yeah Hey! |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Jack Tarr | Jun 26 2011, 04:45 PM Post #516 |
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Chief Twanger Plunker
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If I Should Fall From Grace With God Pogues If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry This land was always ours Was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go, boys Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry Now bury me at sea Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves No corpse can lie upon me Coming up threes, boys Coming up threes, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod So the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry |
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| ParrrrTay | Jun 27 2011, 03:14 PM Post #517 |
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...just a girl in the world.
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Jason Aldean Country Boy's World She was raised up in Jersey I said oh Lord have mercy Never seen a one light town 'til she moved down here She said I'm so bored out of my mind Need a Starbucks and a wifi Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere I said do you wanna take a drive in my truck Don't pay no mind to that 12 point buck Laid across my hood You ever been to... Rome, Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris, Tennessee Been to Florence, Alabama Drank muscadine wine Just give me a chance to change your mind So before you go and fly away girl Let me show you 'round a country boy's world Somewhere between there on a dirt road When I rolled down my window She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer wind With just a bite of homeade ice cream And a glass of Momma's sweet tea This ol' holler's got a way of makin' friends She'd never seen a glowin' field of fireflies Or the twinkle of a star in a southern sky She fell in love We went down to... Rome, Georgia Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris, Tennessee Went to Florence, Alabama Drank muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy'd world Oooh now she's riding shotgun Sayin' baby let's run wild And go down to... Rome, Georgia Pick peaches off the trees Climb the water tower in Paris, Tennessee Goto Florence, Alabama Drink muscadine wine She gave me a chance and I made her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy's world |
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The Pubs of Parkplace Delegate, Canada Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ~P.FLOYD Sail on my friend... Holding Shelter Twirl Hippy Chick twirl | |
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| Liarg | Jun 27 2011, 03:15 PM Post #518 |
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I love that song..... |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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| Ess | Jun 28 2011, 04:22 PM Post #519 |
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twirling hippy chick
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Johnny Horton Whispering Pines The snowflakes fall as winter comes And time just seems to fly Is it the loneliness in me that makes me want to cry My heart is sad like a morning dove that's lost its mate in flight Hear the coooing of his lonely heart through the stillness of the night Whispering pines, whispering pines, tell me is it so Whispering pines, whispering pines, you're the one who knows My darlin' is gone, ohh she's gone And I need your sympathy Whispering pines send my baby back to me See that squirrel up in the tree, his mate there on the ground Hear their barking call of love, for the happiness they've found Is my love still my love, ohh this I gotta know Send the message by the wind, because I love her so Whispering pines, whispering pines, tell me is it so Whispering pines, whispering pines, you're the one who knows My darlin' is gone, ohh she's gone And I need your sympathy Whispering pines send my baby back to me |
![]() WOW Canada is a Wonderland of enchantments~Bobert Ess is the Chuck Norris of NS Canada, so anything's possible.~Redundancies The hippy chick is Canada's coolest! ~Fiddy HappinEss ~Matilda | |
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| Liarg | Jun 29 2011, 07:22 AM Post #520 |
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Ess...wherever did you come up with that one. Wow, that goes way back. I remember that song, it was on the flip side of the 45 for "Sink the Bismarck"...... |
| There is no normal life, Wyatt; there's just life. Get on with it. | |
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Chris Young's voice.


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