Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Parody of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer by Elmo & Patsy (R. Brook), Kris Publishing Co./Elmo Publishing (SESAC). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Bruce Burch, La-Po Music (BMI)/Bruce Burch Publishing (SESAC).
Well, a couple of good friends of mine, Elmo and Patsy, wrote me. And said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy song. I said, "No, you didn't, you didn't mention nothing about".
Now he's a wonder boy toy. Had a major win spurt. Likes the hershey highway. And readin' Martha Stewart. . He's winin' lots of races baby. and the coveted Winston Cup.
Be very very quiet, we are huntin' somethin'. . Me and Harold Muffert were outdoors men. Set in our backwoods ways. Both members of the huntin' club. Both active in the NRA.
She's been playin' them low life honky tonks. For thirty years in Texas. She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs. They keep requestin'. . She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out.
She's been playin' them low life honky tonks. For thirty years in Texas. She's sick and tired of all them Reba songs. They keep requestin'. . She's about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out.
With so much drama in the L-B-C. It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G. But I, I somehow, some way-hay. Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and.
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain. With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain. Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home. The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. There to meet me is my mama and papa.
I have thought I was a big big man much too big to cry. Then I fell in love with you thought you loved me too then you said goodbye. I can't forget the day that you walked away from your love I'll never be free.
Just at the close of a bright summer day just as the twilight had faded away. Soft on the breeze like the cool of a dove someone was singin' an old song of love.
Since you've gone the moon the sun the stars in the sky know the reason why I cry. Love divine once was mine now you've gone. Since you've gone my heart my lips my tear dimmed eyes a lonely soul within me cries.
back when the pictures were silent. back when the music was new. back when remember was just reminding. . i played the piano till evening. and when the light grew too dim.
Why do you keep looking out the window?. Is there something left behind or never found?. Mmm do I even want to know?. How, if you knew what I was thinking.
There's a pub on the south side of town. Time stands still while there's still wine around. She's the one in the calico. The one who's always and never alone.
Tryin' to keep my eyes on this windin' road. Oh, but it ain't easy with you paintin' your toes. With your feet up on the dash, your legs so long and tan.
I rodeoed on the circuit. For nearly fifteen years. To reach the top it took a lot. Of blood, sweat and tears. . I finally won the title. I finally gained the fame.
It's a source of speculation, mornin', noon and night. 'Bout who is and who ain't, which way's wrong or right. Well I'd describe the feelin' but shoot I don't have clue.
Have you ever been down to a country dance. And listened to the music of a hillbilly band. And danced with your darlin' all through the night. And don't go home 'til the morning light?.