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tjohn
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Username: Tjohn
Post Number: 4454
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 12:14 pm: | 
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My daddy left home when I was three |
Tom Reingold
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Username: Noglider
Post Number: 14934
Registered: 1-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 12:42 pm: |
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Is this a truncated post? If so, what else did you mean to say?
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buzzsaw
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Username: Buzzsaw
Post Number: 5246
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 12:52 pm: |
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and he didn't leave much to ma and me |
FlyingSpaghettiMonst
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Username: Noodlyappendage
Post Number: 198
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 12:55 pm: |
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My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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Parkbench87
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Username: Parkbench87
Post Number: 4647
Registered: 7-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:11 pm: |
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Speaking of Dad songs:
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me but he was hurt cus he done all he could
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
See, education he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life had kicked him down to the ground
When he tried to get up life would kick him back down
One day papa called me to his dyin bed
Put his hands on my shoulders And in tears he said
Patches, I'm depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Two days later papa passed away
I became a man that day
So I told mama I was gonna quit school
But she said that was daddy's strictest rule
So every morning 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I couldn't go on
I wanted to leave and run away from home
But I always remembered what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dyin bed
He said, "Patches, I'm depending on you son
I tried to do my best,
It's up to you to do the rest
But then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of thirteen I thought I was carrying
The weight of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, mama knew what I was going through, Cause
Everyday I had to work the fields
Cause that's the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the boss of the family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to face another day
The years have passed and all the kids are gone
The angels took mama to a brand new home
God knows people that I shed a tear
But my daddy's voice just speaks to me
Sayin, "Patches, I'm depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
I could still hear papa when he'd say
Patches, I'm depending on you son
I tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest".
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TomD
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Username: Tomd
Post Number: 544
Registered: 5-2005
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:20 pm: |
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Wasn't sure which way to go with this...
Great first lines?
Johnny Cash songs?
Daddy songs?
Finish A Boy Named Sue? |
Hoops
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Username: Hoops
Post Number: 1631
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:21 pm: |
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Father and Son
Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
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Parkbench87
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Username: Parkbench87
Post Number: 4649
Registered: 7-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:24 pm: |
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Papa was a Rolling Stone!
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The worst daddy song of all time?
Wayne Newton singing "Daddy Don't You Walk So Fast"
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tjohn
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Username: Tjohn
Post Number: 4456
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:27 pm: |
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I was thinking that people would complete the Johnny Cash song. In any case, I nominate Tom Reingold for the best response.  |
Hoops
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Username: Hoops
Post Number: 1632
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:30 pm: |
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And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then." |
musicme
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Username: Musicme
Post Number: 1722
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:32 pm: |
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Old man take a look at my life |
Parkbench87
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Username: Parkbench87
Post Number: 4652
Registered: 7-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:43 pm: |
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I think we are giving Mom short shrift
Your daddy don't dance and your momma don't rock n roll. |
Eats Shoots & Leaves
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Username: Mfpark
Post Number: 3493
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:49 pm: |
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My momma was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans. |
Hoops
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Username: Hoops
Post Number: 1633
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:52 pm: |
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warning explicit lyrics
Jay-Z Meet the Parents
Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
young black life is this line, "Damn - him already?
Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above
When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love
So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi
'Til the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that, caught some slugs
And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
He walked like ussss, talked like ussss
His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn
Poor Isis, that's his momma name
Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him
Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband
Daddy never f-ked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in her, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Angel dust, dipped in WOO!
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when, moon was full
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home
will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted all her life, •••• she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike
He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like
It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
But I-sis, like this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it would, be some fight that
turned into a homicide that'll alter their life
See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like
"If that was my son, he would look much different.
See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark
so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."
Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (f-k niggaz want?)
Had an older but light with thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day
he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"
Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (f-k you)
Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)
There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature
And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank
The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons
Meet the parents.. [echoes and slows down as it fades] |
Nohero
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Username: Nohero
Post Number: 5592
Registered: 10-1999
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 1:55 pm: |
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Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night |
spw784
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Username: Spw784
Post Number: 920
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 2:08 pm: |
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I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy´s hands. |
Nancy - LibraryLady
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Username: Librarylady
Post Number: 3657
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 2:16 pm: |
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Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
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Chris Prenovost
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Username: Chris_prenovost
Post Number: 987
Registered: 7-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 2:29 pm: |
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Wow . . .Library Lady, I think I'm going to go off somewhere and have a good cry. |
tjohn
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Username: Tjohn
Post Number: 4458
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 2:31 pm: |
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by Luther van Dross.
But it isn't a cool song. Somebody on American Idol was severely panned for singing this song. |
Tom Reingold
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Username: Noglider
Post Number: 14935
Registered: 1-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 3:52 pm: |
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You are too kind. I feel foolish for piping in like that, but am I supposed to know the lyrics to every song? 
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tulip
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Username: Braveheart
Post Number: 3665
Registered: 3-2004
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 4:02 pm: |
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Summertime
And the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high.
Oh your Daddy's rich
And your Ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry...
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Ukealalio
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Username: Ukealalio
Post Number: 2582
Registered: 6-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 4:13 pm: |
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"Patches, I'm depending on you son, to pull the family through, it's all right up to you".
General Johnson
What a tearjerker and the version by BB King and Chet Atkins really milks it. |
musicme
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Username: Musicme
Post Number: 1726
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 5:11 pm: |
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Hey Mama, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills.
Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth. |
SO Ref
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Username: So_refugee
Post Number: 1976
Registered: 2-2005
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 6:47 pm: |
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No, Tom, just the opening lines of Johnny Cash signature tunes!
"Love, is a burning thing..."
"I hear a train a-coming, it's rolling 'round the bend..."
"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine; I keep my eyes wide open all the time..."
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ess
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Username: Ess
Post Number: 2619
Registered: 11-2001
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 6:53 pm: |
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"And it makes a fiery ring...."
"And I ain't seen the sun shine since I don't know when...."
"I keep the ends out for the ties that bind; because you're mine, I walk the line." |
daylaborer
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Username: Upondaroof
Post Number: 804
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 8:07 pm: |
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I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere. |
Bailey
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Username: Baileymac
Post Number: 344
Registered: 3-2005
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 8:32 pm: |
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Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
I'm tryin' to get some sleep
but these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name
and here's my song, here's my song
My father was a fisherman
my mama was a fisherman's friend
and I was born into boredom and to chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in maritimes
and headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England |
Glock 17
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Username: Glock17
Post Number: 1395
Registered: 7-2005
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 9:12 pm: |
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Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Wiener
That is what I'd truly like to be
Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer Wiener
Everyone would be in love with me |
Jersey_Boy
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Username: Jersey_boy
Post Number: 1349
Registered: 1-2006
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 9:18 pm: |
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THAT was Johnny Cash??!!
J.B. |
daylaborer
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Username: Upondaroof
Post Number: 809
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 9:36 pm: |
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My pappy said "Son, You're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If ya don't stop drivin' that hot dod lincoln" |
daylaborer
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Username: Upondaroof
Post Number: 810
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 9:37 pm: |
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hot rod lincoln...even! |
Brett Weir
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Username: Brett_weir
Post Number: 1693
Registered: 4-2004
| | Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 - 9:50 pm: |
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Well it's a Devil Wind that blows when there's a hole in your coat... |
Rastro
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Username: Rastro
Post Number: 3534
Registered: 5-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 - 12:03 am: |
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Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
You know I just closed my eyes
My whole world disappeared
Father of mine
Take me back to the day
When I was still your golden boy
Back before you went away
I remember blue skies
Walking the block
I loved it when you held me high
I loved to hear you talk
You would take me to the movie
You would take me to the beach
You would take me to a place inside
That is so hard to reach
Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
Father of mine
Tell me what do you see
When you look back at your wasted life
And you dont see me
I was ten years old
Doing all that I could
It wasnt easy for me
To be a scared white boy
In a black neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
I never understood you then
And I guess I never will
Daddy gave me a name
My dad he gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Daddy gave me a name
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
I just closed my eyes
And the world disappeared
Father of mine
Tell me how do you sleep
With the children you abandoned
And the wife I saw you beat
I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame
Now Im a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear Im not going to let her know
All the pain I have known
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My dad gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
Then he walked away
Then he walked away |
buzzsaw
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Username: Buzzsaw
Post Number: 5259
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 - 9:11 am: |
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This song reminds me of my parents:
Come on, its a beautiful night for a walk on the beach, wouldnt you say?
Yes, I would say that, I would say that
Let me start of with a basket of chips
Then move on to the pollo asado taco
I would like two pollo asado tacos with one beef chimichanga
On the chimichanga, I would like a side of sour cream
I would like tomatoes and onions on my quesadilla
For dessert I would like the flares -- I would like extra cinnamon
Do you make guacamole?
Yes, I do make guacamole.
Uh, I would like a side of guacamole on my tostitos
I like to dip the tostitos in the guacamole
Can I get a basket, I told you about a basket of chips
I would like a large iced-tea, 2, uh, 2 large iced-teas
Ok, thatll be $16.07
Out of $20? ok, $16.07s your change.
Hi, can I help you?
I would like a basket of chips,
A beef chimichanga with a side of sour cream
I would like some guacamole on my chimichanga
With a quesadilla of tomato, onion, and vegetables
I should like a burrito with beans, beef, and
I would like a carne asado taco
Could you put some hot sauce on that for me?
No, inside the taco, not on the side
Yes, can I have a carne asado taco?
Not a pollo asado, we dont have chicken
Do you have guacamole?
Can you make me some guacamole?
I have guacamole
Ok, on my burrito I would like the muchaco beef and the shredded pork
And some more cheese, please
Ok, thatll be $22...
Uh, oh yes, I would like two lemonades and one medium iced-tea
Ok, thatll be $20.07
Out of $22? ok, $1.52s your change
Thanks a lot -- your food will be up -- here, let me get your drinks
Hi, can I help you? yes, I would like a basket of chips
I would like a beef chimi...
Umm, what is, what is the, what is the, what is the pollo asado?
Thats the chicken
Ok, what is the carne asado?
Thats the beef
Ok, let me get two carne asado tacos... |
spw784
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Username: Spw784
Post Number: 921
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 - 9:26 am: |
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drifting...
I walked in and the band just started
the singer couldn't care a tune in a bucket
Was on a mission to drown her memory but
I thought no way with all this rukus
But after one round with Jose Cuervo
I caught my boots tapping along with the beat
And After two rounds with Jose Cuervo
The band was sounding pretty darn good to me
Then some stranger asked me to dance
and i reviled to her my two left feet
Said "Don't get me wrong, im glad you asked,
But tonight's about beating an old memory
Then after Three rounds with Jose Cuervo
I let her lead me out on the floor
And after Four rounds with Jose Cuervo
I was showing off moves never seen before
Well, round five or round six
I forgot what I came to forget
After Round seven, Or was it eight?
I bought a round for the whole dang place
And after nine rounds with Jose Cuervo
They were counting me out and i was about to give in
Then after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo
I lost count and started counting again
One round with Jose Cuervo
I went two rounds
Three rounds |
Crazy_quilter
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Username: Crazy_quilter
Post Number: 360
Registered: 2-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 - 12:08 pm: |
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when i worked on a psych ward, i had a very dramatic female patient who loved to sing. She claimed to have written a song called "A girl named Johnny Cash".
I don't think she really wrote it though:
Started out in Tennessee in 1944;
When the [C#] doctor hollered; "it's a girl"; My father hit the floor
Then he [G#] hit the bottle; And he signed his name; And he drove off in the NASH
And [Eb] when that sun came up again; He'd named me JOHNNY [G#] CASH.
.. HMM! HMM! [F#]
[F#] So at 22 I left my home; To Nashville I did go
To [B] try to land me a little job; Had to earn myself some dough
I was [F#] workin' in a diner; In a hair-net servin' hash
And [C#] on my little apron; Was embroidered JOHNNY [F#] CASH.
.. HMM! HMM! [E]
[E] I could-a had my pick of men; If I'd been named LUCILLE
BUt [A] when they saw my uniform; They just laughed and ate their meals
So [E] I just drink my coffe black; In back behind the trash
And [B] curse that lousy drunkard; Who had named me JOHNNY [E] CASH.
HALF OF FOLSOM PRISON BLUES TURN AROUND
Then I walked the streets of Nashville; I was feelin' low and lost
Thought I'd go and change my name; No matter what it cost
I stood in line behind a man; Who turned and in a flash
He said; "My name is Sue"; And I said; "Great, I'm Johnny Cash."
.. HMM! HMM! [F#]
(SAME CHORDS AS 2nd VERSE)
Now me and Sue is married; With a little boy and girl
The boy was christened Jessica; And the girl was christened Earl
And when my Sue comes home from work; It's up the stairs we dash
'Cause I love to hear my little Susie say; "I love you - JOHNNY CASH."
TAG: SAME CLOSE AS ON FOLSOM PRISON BLUES.
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Glock 17
Citizen
Username: Glock17
Post Number: 1399
Registered: 7-2005
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"Yo, little khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison aint nothin but a private stock
And she be dreamin bout his date of release
She hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her fathers a political prisoner, free fred
Son of a panther that the government shot dead
Back in 12-4-1969
4 o clock in the mornin, its terrible but its fine
Cuz fred hampton jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches
See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor" |
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