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 #287207  by grizz
 Sun Jan 29, 2006 11:40 am
:tbaband:

Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars

Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me

Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul

Travelin' man, love when I can
Turn loose my hand 'cause I'm goin'
Travelin' man, catch if you can
But sooner than later I'm goin'

Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they left on my soul
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul
Last edited by grizz on Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:23 am, edited 1 time in total.

 #287221  by 86Eliminator
 Sun Jan 29, 2006 1:23 pm
He wants to dream like a young man

With the wisdom of an old man.

He wants his home and security,

He wants to live like a sailor at sea.

Beautiful loser, where you goona fall?

You realize you just can’t have it all.


He’s your oldest and your best friend,

If you need him, he’ll be there again.

He’s always willing to be second best,

A perfect lodger, a perfect guest.

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall

And realize, you just can’t have it all.

...you can’t have it all, you can’t have it all,

Oh, oh, ... can’t have it all.


He’ll never make any enemies,

He won’t complain if he’s caught in a freeze.

He’ll always ask, he’ll always say please.


Beautiful loser, never take it all

’cause it’s easier, faster when you fall,

You just don’t need it all

Oh, oh, ... you just don’t need it all.

 #287258  by Speargun
 Sun Jan 29, 2006 4:38 pm
Lets see no football, must be to cold or too much snow/ice on the roads to go ridin......................... :shrug:

 #287261  by 86Eliminator
 Sun Jan 29, 2006 4:46 pm
Cold 24 with winchill of 12

 #288330  by grizz
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:04 pm
Speargun wrote:Lets see no football, must be to cold or too much snow/ice on the roads to go ridin......................... :shrug:
:? What you don't like my sing'n :twisted:

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the armys up the rode
salvation ala mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
dont start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, its only me.
Do you still remember
Decembers foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

 #288342  by el dub
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:24 pm
Now I feel older'n dirt.

Aqualung?

:m005: :pot:

 #288345  by grizz
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:27 pm
el dub wrote:Now I feel older'n dirt.

Aqualung? YUP

:m005: :pot:

 #288350  by el dub
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:32 pm
:m22: :m01:

Cool.

 #288353  by grizz
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:42 pm
:? Older then Dirt????? try this one out

Ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes
Times getting rough I ain't got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over
Little hotel, older than Hell
Cold and as dark as a mine
Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin
Buy me little bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over
Aches in my head, bugs in my bed
Pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won'ch buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over
Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach
Miner must dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
And hugging my bottle of wine
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over

 #288380  by Gin
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 9:44 pm
Kingston Trio :wave: Hi Grizz

 #288420  by luvs2wearleather
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 11:01 pm
Kingston Trio.. my fav...

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye
Baby do I feel high
Oh me oh my do I feel high

Dry martini, jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you’ve got me in
Oh my, do I feel high
People won’t believe me, they’ll think that I’m just braggin’
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon.

All I need is one of your smiles, sunshine of your eye
Oh me oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin’, baby, I feel high.

Oh, people won’t believe me, they’ll think that I’m just braggin’
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon.

All I need is one of your smiles, sunshine of your eyes
Oh me oh my do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin’, baby I feel high.

 #288421  by luvs2wearleather
 Tue Jan 31, 2006 11:04 pm
We went one day about a month ago (a-ha-ha)
To have a little fu-un (a-ha) Mexico
We ended up in a gambling spot (oh yeah) a-ha-ha
Where the liquor flow-owed and the dice were hot


So here we a-are in the Tijuana Jail
Ain’t got no frie-ends to go our bail
So here we’ll sta-ay ‘cause we can’t pa-a-a-a-ay
Just send our ma-ail to the Tijuana Jail


was shootin’ dice, rakin’ in the dough (long green)
And then I hea-ard the whistle blow
We started to run when a man in blue
Said "seor, come with me ‘cause I want you."

So here we a-are in the Tijuana Jail
Ain’t got no frie-ends to go our bail
So here we’ll sta-ay ‘cause we can’t pay
Just send our mail to the Tijuana Jail (shout)

Just five hundred dollars and they’ll set us free (shouted excitement)
I couldn’t raise a penny if ya threatened me
I know five "hunderd" don’t sound like much
But just try to find somebody to touch

So here we are in the Tijuana Jail
Ain’t got no frie-ends to go our bail
So here we’ll sta-ay ‘cause we can’t pay
Just send our mai-il to the Tijuana Jail

So here we a-are in the Tijuana Ja-a-a-a-il
Ain’t got no frie-eh-ends to go our bail
So here we’ll sta-ay ‘cause we can’t pa-ay
Just send our mai-il to the Tijuana Jail

 #288598  by grizz
 Wed Feb 01, 2006 4:27 pm
:wave: Hi Jantan

Well, hey hey
When I first came to town, people
I was walking down Hastings Street
I heard everybody talking about
Henry's Swing Club
I dropped in there that night
I did the boogie
I did the boogie, boogie
I did the boogie
Yeah, hey hey
One night I was laying down
Well I heard,
My mama and papa talking
About the boogie.
Do you wanna boogie
Do you wanna boogie
Do the boogie now
Hey hey hey hey
I'm gonna tell you something
One night when I was laying down
I heard, I heard, I heard..
Do the boogie...
Feel good, feel good, feel good, feel good...
Feel.. feel.. feel.. feel.. feel..
Thank you...

 #288953  by el dub
 Thu Feb 02, 2006 4:08 pm
Okee....I lose Grizz. Runnin catch up here. A sweet deal. But not far beehind.

 #289059  by grizz
 Thu Feb 02, 2006 6:49 pm
el dub wrote:Okee....I lose Grizz.
Nothin ta win so theres nothin ta lose :lol:

The last one was Boogie chillin........John Lee Hooker. Not much for lyrics but the beat is 8)

Heres another :roll:

Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-rent blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

 #289209  by Leadhand
 Fri Feb 03, 2006 4:19 am
I'm gonna tell you a story
every man otta know
if ya wanna little lovin
ya gotta start real slow :wink:
okay honey :lol:

 #289277  by grizz
 Fri Feb 03, 2006 9:09 am
Leadhand wrote:I'm gonna tell you a story
every man otta know
if ya wanna little lovin
ya gotta start real slow :wink:
okay honey :lol:
:onfire: ......... :m33: You sing'n The Destroyers :tbaband: or The Traits :singer: version :wink:

I wanna tell you a story
Every man oughta know
If you want a little lovin'
You gotta start real slow
She's gonna love you tonight now
If you just treat her right now

Squeeze her real gentle
Gotta make her feel good
Tell her that you love her
Like you know you should
So if you don't treat her right
She won't love you tonight

If you practice my method
Just as hard as you can
You're gonna get a reputation
As a lovin man
And you'll be glad every night
That you treated her right

 #289321  by Leadhand
 Fri Feb 03, 2006 10:45 am
grizz wrote:
Leadhand wrote:I'm gonna tell you a story
every man otta know
if ya wanna little lovin
ya gotta start real slow :wink:
okay honey :lol:
:onfire: ......... :m33: You sing'n The Destroyers :tbaband: or The Traits :singer: version :wink:

I wanna tell you a story
Every man oughta know
If you want a little lovin'
You gotta start real slow
She's gonna love you tonight now
If you just treat her right now

Squeeze her real gentle
Gotta make her feel good
Tell her that you love her
Like you know you should
So if you don't treat her right
She won't love you tonight

If you practice my method
Just as hard as you can
You're gonna get a reputation
As a lovin man
And you'll be glad every night
That you treated her right

neither one, trying to remember :roll:
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