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Post by caronz on Dec 15, 2008 20:41:31 GMT 12
When I get home, babe, gonna light your fire All day I've been thinkin' about you, babe You're my one desire
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Post by caronz on Dec 15, 2008 20:55:32 GMT 12
All Summer Long
It was 1989 my thoughts were short my hair was long caught somewhere between a boy and man, She was 17 and she was far from in-between It was summer-time in Northern Michigan
Splashing through the sand-bar, talking by the camp fire, It�s the simple things in life like when and where We didn�t have no internet but man I never will forget the way the moon light shined upon her hair
And, we were trying different things we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whisky out the bottle not thinking bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Catching walleye from the dock watching the waves roll off the rocks She�ll forever hold a spot inside my soul we blister in the sun we couldn�t wait for night to come to hit that saving place of rock and roll
While, we were trying different things we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whisky out the bottle not thinking bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves begin to change Or how we thought those days would never end Sometimes I hear that song and I start to sing along And think, Man I�d love to see that girl again
And, we were trying different things we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whisky out the bottle not thinking bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
We were trying different things we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whisky out the bottle not thinking bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
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Post by caronz on Dec 15, 2008 21:48:07 GMT 12
GREAT LYRICS!! The name of this song is 'The Wildwood Flower' Now 'The Wildwood Flower' is an old country classic It gained a whole new popularity The song isn't any more popular But the flower is doin' real good The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm And we never knowed what it was called Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed I didn't gave it much thought... One day I was out there talking to my brother Reached down for a weed to chew on Things got fuzzy and things got blurry And then everything was goneI Didn't know what happened But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap I come to and my brother was there And he said, 'What's wrong with your eyes?' I said, 'I don't know, I was chewing on a weed' He said, 'Let me give it a try' We spent the rest of that day and most of that night Trying to find my brother, Bill Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin' Naked, swinging on the windmill He said he flew up there I had to fly up and get him down He was about half crazyThe very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds And put 'em in the sun to dry Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em all And put 'em in the corncob pipe Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit We didn't see no harm We thought it was kind of handy Take a trip and never leave the farmA big ol' puff on the wildwood weed Next thing you know We's just wandering behind the little animals All good things gotta come to an end And it's the same with the wildwood weed One day this feller from Washington come by And he spied us and he turned white as a sheet And he dug and he burned And he burned and he dug And he killed all our cute little weeds Then he drove away We just smiled and waved Sittin' there on that sack of seedsY'all come back now, ya hear
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Post by caronz on Dec 15, 2008 21:51:12 GMT 12
Devil went down to Georgia
The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son. "But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."
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