Or my times!!!!
Don’t you love farce
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
Goat Finally Had a Good Idea - Best Single Lyric in a Song
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Don’t you love farce
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold...
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold...
I've changed my hairstyle so many times now, I don't know what I look like.
I think it's so groovy now, that people are finally getting together.
(RIP Jim Post - Reach Out in the Darkness)
(RIP Jim Post - Reach Out in the Darkness)
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
Get these mutts away from me
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand
She says you can't hold the hand of a rock n roll man...
Bowlegs . . . Oklahoma
Sometimes things don't work out, but that's how life is, son;
All them little miseries can keep you on the run
One mornin' you may wake up with your face down in the eggs
So just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Y'all just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Well, lots o' people in this world are tryin' to make a buck
Some folks ride in a limousine while others drive them big ol' Peterbilt trucks
Just remember that ol' saying 'bout the round holes and square pegs
An' just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Well, just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
There's no use tryin' to be what you're not
You run on a treadmill and you'll get tired a lot. (Rhythmic breathing)
So why not take some advice from me?; (Ooh)
Even though I ain't no McCartney
Well, the moral of this story escapes me at this time
I've been too busy sitting here, just tryin' to make it rhyme
I'm a crazy drunken fool, and when I finish off this keg
I'm gonna piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
I'll just piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Sometimes things don't work out, but that's how life is, son;
All them little miseries can keep you on the run
One mornin' you may wake up with your face down in the eggs
So just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Y'all just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Well, lots o' people in this world are tryin' to make a buck
Some folks ride in a limousine while others drive them big ol' Peterbilt trucks
Just remember that ol' saying 'bout the round holes and square pegs
An' just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Well, just put out the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
There's no use tryin' to be what you're not
You run on a treadmill and you'll get tired a lot. (Rhythmic breathing)
So why not take some advice from me?; (Ooh)
Even though I ain't no McCartney
Well, the moral of this story escapes me at this time
I've been too busy sitting here, just tryin' to make it rhyme
I'm a crazy drunken fool, and when I finish off this keg
I'm gonna piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
Piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
I'll just piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat faced girl . . . .
The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land
He said john its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a
Bible in her hand Sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land
When you take away a mans dignity he cant work his fields and cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land
He said john its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a
Bible in her hand Sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land
When you take away a mans dignity he cant work his fields and cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange
And they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
And they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
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anon_mlxxvlbug9dpa
Guest
All along along there were incidents and accidents there were hints and allegations
Well, it’s alright, even if you’re old and grey
well, it’s alright, you still got something to say
well, it’s alright, remember to live and let live
well, it’s alright, the best you can do is forgive
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can call you Betty
How do you like me now?
Now that I'm on my way
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standing here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?
Now that I'm on my way
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standing here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?
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anon_mlxxvlbug9dpa
Guest
Move to strike all Toby Keith from this board……all in favor? @UncleMark
Well the whole town came out to watch
The day they paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up
And then they cut it down
And that big White Rose up on that sign
Was innocence in all our lives
And you could see it's neon lights
Half a mile out
Gas was fifty cents a gallon
And they put it in for you
And they pumped your tires and checked your oil
And washed your windows too
And we'd shine those cars as bright as bright
And we'd go park underneath that light
And stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do
But now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys working at the pumps
They'd grow up and fall in love
And they all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they'd driven off the map
But then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
And that neon sign was the heart and soul of this old one-horse town
And it's like it lost it's will to live
The day they shut it down
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
The day they paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up
And then they cut it down
And that big White Rose up on that sign
Was innocence in all our lives
And you could see it's neon lights
Half a mile out
Gas was fifty cents a gallon
And they put it in for you
And they pumped your tires and checked your oil
And washed your windows too
And we'd shine those cars as bright as bright
And we'd go park underneath that light
And stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do
But now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys working at the pumps
They'd grow up and fall in love
And they all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they'd driven off the map
But then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
And that neon sign was the heart and soul of this old one-horse town
And it's like it lost it's will to live
The day they shut it down
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
A bunch of people don't "single lyric" very well in this thread. 😉
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anon_mlxxvlbug9dpa
Guest
Bill and Hill’s favorite.
She's the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
She's the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
"My mother ... was a pure woman, from a noble family. And I, at least, know who my father is, you... pig-eating son of a whore"
A little Turnpike.
“Well people anymore, they got no staying power.
A love you come by easy it’ll leave you just the same.
You want something bad, you gotta bleed a little for it.
You gotta look it in the eye, you gotta call it out by name.
Oh and lovers they walk by, but they ain’t like you and I.
They all wanna be Hank Williams, they don’t wanna have to die.”
“Well people anymore, they got no staying power.
A love you come by easy it’ll leave you just the same.
You want something bad, you gotta bleed a little for it.
You gotta look it in the eye, you gotta call it out by name.
Oh and lovers they walk by, but they ain’t like you and I.
They all wanna be Hank Williams, they don’t wanna have to die.”
They paved paradise and put in a parking lot.
Lots of good lyrics in this thread. Here's my countdown:
3. She's got legs right up to her neck. She's making me a physical wreck.
2. She told me not to fool around, but I done let the deal go down.
1. She told me to come, but I was already there.
Don't it always seem to go you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone...
