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big john wrote:"Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band because I'm hungry for fried chicken.

Same here but not due to hunger it's still new to me so I was humming it all day.

The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the dame
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

I heard some rapper do his own version of "Suite Judy Blue Eyes" last night. I wanted to punch him in the face.

It's time to play some music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to get things started
On the muppet Show tonight

We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beans
It's written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes.

How does it happen,
How do we know,
Who sits and watches
Who does the show?

I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down

Dont' ask why... 'cause I don't know.

Toes...life is good today!

Still Harry Belafonte today.....

SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE SENORA.....SHAKE YOUR BODY LINE....

Hey, hey what do you say?
I come from a place called the U.S. of A.
Ho, ho what do you know?
Hop in my car and let's go.

Well this is a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love her ***** you.

Beloved by all from Tikrit to Beijing,
If the world were a school we'd be homecoming king.
Worshiped by France and by North Vietnam,
Afghanistan thinks we're the bomb.

Oh, this is a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
SUVs, handguns, and US magazine,
And if you don't love her, ***** you.

Our human rights record is something of note:
We freed all our slaves and gave women the vote.
Everyone's equal forever, always,
Unless you're one of them gays.

Oh, this is a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
SUVs, handguns, and US magazine,
Low-carb diets and fast food cuisine,
And if you don't love her ***** you.

To all war-torn nations, to those in turmoil,
We'll help you kill despots, we'll help you drill oil,
And if you don't want our help, that's ok
We're coming in anyway.

Oh, this is a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
SUVs, handguns, and US magazine,
And if you don't love her, ***** you.
Crack cocaine, Abu Ghraib, and nicotine,
Swindling CEOs getting off clean,
Housewives all hopped up on amphetamine,
Nipples get rated NC-17,
FEMA and levies and Hurr'cane Katrine
George Bush's great rolling war machine.
I think we're in trouble, don't you?

It might seem I don't think our country's so great,
But intolerance, bigotry, greed's what I hate.
Most folks are honest and decent and true,
Peaceful, compassionate, good through and through.
That's what it means to be red, white, and blue,
And if you don't think so ***** you,
If you don't think so ***** you.

-"America" by Stephen Lynch

A little out of place
A little out of tune
Sorta lost in space
Racing the moon
Climbing the walls
Of this hurricane
Still overall
I can't complain

I got nothin' to lose
'Cause there's nothin' to gain
It's like a one-way ticket
To cruise in this passing lane
I can't complain...

Thank you, Todd Snider, I'll be singing this one all day.

There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

flipflop444 wrote:BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree.
Aloha ol’ Milwaukee,
Hello Waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I heard her say.
“Wacka Wacka, nuka, licka
Wacka Wacka nuka licka
Would you like a ……Lay

Hey, Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka puka maka waawaa heenee
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tickie
Whata hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear.

It’s a ukulele Honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from the pineapple
Out on Honolulu Bay
The steel guitars are playin’
While she’s talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oaka doaka
Make a wish and wanta poka
Words I understand.

Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka puka maaka waawaa heenee
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my ticky
Whata hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear.

(There’s more)

Well, I bought a lota junka with my moola
And I sent it to the folks back home
I never had a chance to dance the hula
Well, I guess I should have known
When you start talkin’
To the sweet wahenie
Walkin’ in the pale moonlight
Oaka Noaka what I said
Naaka Waaka Siscum baakas
Hope I said it right.

Lets’ talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka puka maaka waawaa heenee
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my ticky
Whata hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear.
Let’s talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear. (spoken “Aloha”)

I say hey I be gone today
But I be back around the way
Seems like everywhere I go
The more I see
the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you


I heard this on my way in to work this mornin'...been in my head all... day... long.

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Papa T wrote:It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

I heard some rapper do his own version of "Suite Judy Blue Eyes" last night. I wanted to punch him in the face.

a) it's ok, TN will still have a basketball team, even if they went down to MSU
b) it's rap.. you were expecting anything other than (c)rap?

Stars on the water, let it rain...

Although I wish it would stop; my basement is flooded.

This is making the Hurrican Hannah Great Woods show look like a summer shower.....

Free and Into The Mystic...as seen and heard on CMT (I hope these lyrics are correct...)

(Zac Brown)
We live out in our old van
Travel all across this land
Me and you

We'll end up hand in hand
Somewhere down on the sand
Just me and you

Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be

(Jimmy B)
We drive until the city lights
Dissolve into a country sky
Just you and me

Lay underneath the harvest moon
Do all the things that lovers do
Just you and me

Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
and ever... be...

Music bridge Into The Mystic

(Zac)
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
And bonnie boat was won as we sailed
into the mystic
(Jimmy)
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic

(Zac)
When that fog horn blows
I'll be coming home, baby...
When that fog horn blows
I want to feel it
(All)
I don't have to fear it
And I... want to rock your gypsy soul
(Jimmy)
Just like way back in the days of old
(Zac)
Ahhh, together we will float
Into the mystic

Superb blending of bands to seguay back to

Free

No we don't have a lot of money
No we don't have a lot of money
No we don't have a lot of money
...
(Building to a crescendo)
When all we need is love
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be

We live in our old van
And travel all across this land
Me and you.


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just as free
free as we'll ever be
just as free
free as we'll ever be
ever be

no we don't have a lot of money
no we don't have a lot of money
no we don't have a lot of money
all we need is love

free as we'll ever be
just as free
free as we'll ever be
ever be

so we live in our old van
travel all across this land
me and you

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