Yeah the snapshot must have been taken,. Back in 1922. But it's scary how the faces,. Look so much like me and you. Maybe there are some things in this life we just keep goin through.
The devil went to Jamaica. He was looking to sell some weed. He was doin' fine. They were standin' in line. It was excellent weed indeed. When he came across a young man.
It was too cold to stay in the north. And LA seemed the most likely place I could be. Those Malibu nights and those Hollywood lights. Were blinding me.
I'd sing the Red River Valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dry.
I'd sing the Red River Valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dry.
The Vibrator Queen. . Well she ordered it from a magazine. I guess for about ten bucks. And it came by special delivery. in a plain brown cardboard box.
dear penis,. i dont think i like you anymore,. you used to watch me shave,. now all ya do is stare at the floor,. oh dear penis,. i dont like you anymore..
Betty drove the semi she pulled up to the pump. I thought I wanted a Coca-Cola and I started out on the jump. She said hold it Dave come quick there's something you gotta see.
By: David Allan Coe and Larry Murray. . BETTY DROVE THE SEMI, SHE PULLED UP TO THE PUMP. I THOUGHT I WANTED A COCA-COLA AND I STARTED OUT ON THE JUMP.
She went away and left me. . Oh She never said a word. And even if she would have told me. I probably never would have heard. Well she once said no other woman honey.
How do you spell relief?. I get D-R-U-N-K. Lately Dave since my baby left me. I do it almost every day. It's the only thing that I've found. That'll take the hurt away.
Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square. Set him down up there on a picnic bench. And he used to play checkers with them other old menup there.
Your life laid down, crucified.. Your arms stretched out and open wide.. To rescue me so I can be a child of God.. . From nail pierced hands and thorn pierced brow.
Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans,. Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans.. . Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues.
Crazy Mary from Londonderry. Lives next door to the cemetery. How many lovers have you buried. We would shout running scared. Along the green and golden paths.
By J. Bolotin. HE CARRIES HIS IDEAS. AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER. AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING. AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER. LEST HE FORGET HER..
They judge a boy by his friends. And all a mine are trash. They say you find your own level. Well, I'm a snake in the grass. . But I can't help the things I do.
She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall. I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand. I called her Honey when she brought my whiskey. And later I left there holding her hand.
Call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. Well now they call me the breeze. I keep blowin' down the road. I ain't got me nobody. I don't carry me no load.
She packed her bags and moved to Florida. I've been blue since she's been gone. And this bowling green motel room. Is now my old Kentucky home. All she left me was some whiskey.