re: Post a favorite song lyric of yours

Just leave a message, maybe I’ll call - Joe Walsh

We all alone and there’s nobody else.
You still moan keep your hands to yourself- Beatles

You’re the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs - Rolling Stones

I said I’ll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this
I did it like that
I did it with a wiffleball bat

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I see you standin' there
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
frick off

Ya get nothin' for nothin'
If that's what ya do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do
And I'm bored

Here’s for all of that Nashville pussy out there....

With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he staggered a little as he went out the door
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John are and the wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road but it really don’t matter how far I go
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
Yeah what do you do with good ole boys like me


All of this.

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer.

I am the Lizard King

The future’s uncertain and the end is always near

Well everybody blames his old man,
For makin' him mean as a snake,
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp,
Alligator bait in a Louisiana bayou

-Jerry Reed
Amos Moses 1970

Jim was the best.

Tombstone head, graveyard mind
Just 22, don’t mind dying

Let’s forget you, gonna rape you...