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woke up this morning with light in my eye , then realized it was still dark outside . Must be those strangers that come in the night and get people uptight . Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark , I hope they get home alright .π½πΎπ½
well it's bulls and blood , the dust and the mud , boots and chaps and cowboy hats Rust and reins , joy and pain , spurs and latigo . The white of the knuckle and , the gold in the buckle .
A woman is like a dresser , some man always running through her drawers . And she don't do nothing but try to make a good man wear apron overalls .
When I leave this town I will bid you a fair fair well . And when I return you'll have a great long story to tell .
Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another , she's a boon to all man kind , for she'll soon be a mother .π
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow . Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow . He lives as the leaves do fall lives as the leaves to fall , and will die a jolly good fellow !
Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober . Yes here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober . He'll die before October ! π₯
Pity !
A rich girl will kick you , she'll bop you with a stick and a poor girl will do quite the same . But my gal will get a rusty razor and run you all over town !
Well a rich girl will drink good Pineapple juice and a poor girl will do quite the same . But my girl is drinking old shoe polish , you know she'll get drunk just the same
I will be there in the morning if I live . I will be there in the morning if I don't get kilt .
And if I never no more see you again , I said be sure to remember me .
Santa Rosa Special down the line , I'm running desperately behind . There's only one thing on my mind the rain and tears are in my eyes .
The thunder cracks against the night . The dark explodes with yellow light . The Railroad sign is flashing bright , the whistle moans and I'm alone . And Cheryl's going home .
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty , I want to be in the warm hold of her loving mind .
Come hear me shouting in the rain . Is there a way to stop the train ? I got some reasons to explain about the things I said today , the whistle moans and I'm alone .
Just wondering ; If tin whistles are made out of tin , what the heck do they make For Horns out of ? π€
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