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dannoboy
Eldon, MO
64, joined Feb. 2009
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Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
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kennylooking4u
Victorville, CA
59, joined Dec. 2010
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Dropped a coin in the box and...
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Goofy site  
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bigbogiman
Corpus Christi, TX
64, joined Feb. 2011
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Thread in general discussion about changing the format of DH--
>>>>https://DateHookup.dating/Thread-1343015.htm
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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I saw that Bogi but it still sucks!! 
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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The only reason I stay on this site is because of the Music..... to share and to listen. Well..... and to ruffle a couple of old hens feathers.  Hey! If nothing else I am at least honest.
When the Music goes my DH days are also. The few that I call friends and that I actually give a chit about, I have their number and can reach out to in the real world.
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bigbogiman
Corpus Christi, TX
64, joined Feb. 2011
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Requiem For a Friend
http://youtu.be/i5Kwf_nNmGI
American Pie
http://youtu.be/uAsV5-Hv-7U
Last Song
http://youtu.be/eH8HFLRFhTk
Pisses me off.
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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Abba, Knowing Me-Knowing You.
http://youtu.be/grfY7RNaBjw
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Before this thread falls to the back pages and is closed/deleted I just want to say thank you to those of you who contributed to all 11 Jukeboxes. It has been my pleasure to post music with you. If the powers who be decide to allow videos again then I will be back posting music with all of you. Until then I can't bring myself to resort with just sharing a link. Makes me think that somehow DH won. But that is just me. Each to their own. Thanks again and keep letting your voices be heard about giving us back our music. I know mine won't be silenced. 
Now I never thought I could feel a sadness that could bring me so down
And I never thought there'd be a time where my heart had no song
I'm gonna get myself up and know I'm gonna get up and sing
I'm gonna be thankful for this feeling that music brings
Oh, it brings
Let the Music be your guide.
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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I will do this for awhile hoping that it turns around.
Just to let you know, I didn't know that Dustin sold this site.
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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I sure hope it does turn around Trisha. Of all the things they could have dealt with..... you know, like all the fake and multiple profiles, all the hate and racist threads that run rampant in other forums, they decide to silence the Music? I don't know about you but seems to me their priorities need a little work. The message they sent by doing what they did speaks for itself.
Years of music videos being posted and NEVER a security risk. If they are unable to fix their own software program and secure their own site then I suggest they bring Dustin onboard to show them how it is done. 
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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I just checked and found out that it was match that bought dh back in 2012.
Boy, do I lead a sheltered life.
If things don't get better I just won't post as much or maybe not at all.
I don't see the reasoning about what they did. Who hacked the site? And in this day and age why wasn't this site protected?
I don't think they will ever tell us.
Have to go to bed, colonoscopy in the morning.
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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I found a site where it is just Music forums. Different genres. Pretty much set up the way the forums are here so I have been posting my Music there. So far I like it so will be hanging out over there every now and then.
Good luck tomorrow morning.
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bigbogiman
Corpus Christi, TX
64, joined Feb. 2011
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are you gonna share? 
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| 6/19/2014 1:41:01 PM |
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ferguson1968
Fort Dodge, IA
66, joined Oct. 2010
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Though I haven't been here much in the past few months, the only reason I do come back is to look for your jukebox Blues. People who come here for music interact in the other threads too, boy these guys have done some stupid things, like the interuption for the ads but taking away the music and videos knocks the breath out of all the regulars. I'd like to thank you blues for keeping the music rolling all this time. It's been a pleasure knowing and interacting with you girl and many of the others here too. 
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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We have shared a lot of music girl that's for sure. And a lot of conversations through the years. I count it an honor to be called your friend, always have. If they ever bring back the music then we will see more of each other. Until then they can take their "links" and stick em where the sun don't shine. Ain't no way I am letting the Jukebox go out that way. You know how to reach me so don't be a stranger.
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| 6/27/2014 10:35:03 PM |
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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James Cotton..... Ying Yang
I got a black cat bone just to see what it could do,
I'm sorry pretty baby, I'm gonna use it on you.
I've got some silver bullets, I've got a wooden stake.
Great God all mighty, I've got whatever it takes.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, but you can't get away.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, just remember what I say.
I can mumble the jumbles, eat three ton stud.
Got a zombie seven, I've got some miscuit mud.
Got heebie-jeebies personally workin' for me.
Great googly-moogles, I've got the voodoo key.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, but you can't get away.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, just remember what I say.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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HOW COME YOUR DOG DON'T BITE NOBODY BUT ME
-- MEL TILLIS
Well you tell me that you love me you make me feel so good
But I don't feel that you're treating me the best way that you could
Well I gave you all my money then you tell me to come around
But all that's waiting for me at your door is your overgrown bloodhound
If you love me baby there's just one thing I can see
How come your dog don't bite nobody but me
Well he never bites the postman he licks the milkman's hand
But every time I come around he thinks I'm the booger man
You say you need my loving but I can't believe it's true
Or else you wouldn't let that dog molest me the way you do
Well if you love me baby there's just one thing I can see
How come your dog don't bite nobody but me
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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"No One Else On Earth"
Wynonna Judd
I've been a rock and I've got my fences
I never let them down
When it comes to love, I keep my senses
I don't get kicked around
I shivered once you broke into my soul
The damage is done now I'm out of control
How did you get to me?
[Chorus]
No one else on earth could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you
You can make me want you any time you want to
You're burnin' me alive
I can't deny you even when I catch you
Weavin' a weak alibi
'Cause when the night falls you make me forget
Your love is killing me and it ain't over yet
How did you get to me?
[Chorus]
No one else on earth could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you
I shivered once you broke into my soul
The damage is done now I'm out of control
How did you get to me?
[Chorus]
No one else on earth could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you
No one else on earth could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Dignity
by Bob Dylan
Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cotton field
For dignity
Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin’ out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary Lou
She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you”
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn’t any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand
Steps goin’ down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I’m on the rollin’ river in a jerkin’ boat
Tryin’ to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin’ for the doctor’s cure
Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin’ his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"G O P" (Good ole people)
Beth Hart
Silver blue hair & a cane in her hand
living to die in the promised land
handing out flyers for the coming of Christ
she says raise from the fire for eternal life
or they'll
take your mind & they'll strip your faith
& they'll starve you with nothin' that you already ate
& they'll compliment just to break you down
Spin you in circles runnin' round & round
Good Ole People live
Good Ole People
coke bottle glasses & a smile on his face
He stands on the comer screamin' don't mix the race
commanding all the children to confess all their sins
then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin
& they'll
whip your mind just to strip your faith
counterfeit people comin' to dominate
& they'll get you high just to greet you down
Spin you in circles movin' round & round
Good Ole People live
Good Ole People give
But Good Ole People can't drive
& maybe that's why Good Ole People die
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
58, joined Jul. 2013
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James Cotton..... Ying Yang
I got a black cat bone just to see what it could do,
I'm sorry pretty baby, I'm gonna use it on you.
I've got some silver bullets, I've got a wooden stake.
Great God all mighty, I've got whatever it takes.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, but you can't get away.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, just remember what I say.
I can mumble the jumbles, eat three ton stud.
Got a zombie seven, I've got some miscuit mud.
Got heebie-jeebies personally workin' for me.
Great googly-moogles, I've got the voodoo key.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, but you can't get away.
I'm a ying yang touza-mungo bow-tie yea,
scream, pretty baby, just remember what I say.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, baby, cant you see.
Hoodoo the voodoo to you, mama, it's me.
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| 7/2/2014 9:07:18 PM |
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy"
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
Out of all of the fellas in the world she belongs to me
But it was just my imagination
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married and raise a family
A cozy little home out in the country with two children, maybe three
I tell you, I can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems
But it was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
I tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me
Every night, on my knees I pray
"Dear Lord, hear my plea
Don't ever let another take her love from me
Or I will surely die"
Ooh, her love is heavenly
When her arms enfold me
I hear a tender rhapsody
But in reality, she doesn't even know me
Just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
Oh, I tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me
I never met her but I can't forget her
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
She's never hard to find
Just my imagination
She's always on my mind
(Running away with me)
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
I never met her but I can't forget her
Just my imagination
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| 7/3/2014 9:14:32 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Let martial note in triumph float
And liberty extend its mighty hand
A flag appears 'mid thunderous cheers,
The banner of the Western land.
The emblem of the brave and true
Its folds protect no tyrant crew;
The red and white and starry blue
Is freedom's shield and hope.
Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom's nation.
Hurrah for the flag of the free!
May it wave as our standard forever,
The gem of the land and the sea,
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with mighty endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray
That by their might and by their right
It waves forever.
Let eagle shriek from lofty peak
The never-ending watchword of our land;
Let summer breeze waft through the trees
The echo of the chorus grand.
Sing out for liberty and light,
Sing out for freedom and the right.
Sing out for Union and its might,
O patriotic sons.
Other nations may deem their flags the best
And cheer them with fervid elation,
But the flag of the North and South and West
Is the flag of flags, the flag of Freedom's nation.
Hurrah for the flag of the free.
May it wave as our standard forever
The gem of the land and the sea,
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with might endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray,
That by their might and by their right
It waves forever.
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| 7/4/2014 1:24:44 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Happy Birthday America
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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Back Door Man
written by Willie Dixon,
recorded by Howlin' Wolf
I am...
A backdoor man
I am, a backdoor man
The men don't know it
But the little girls, they understand
When everybody's sound asleep,
I'm somewhere making my midnight creep.
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crows.
Something tells me, I got to go.
I am...
A backdoor man
I am, a backdoor man
The men don't know it
But the little girls, they understand
They took me to the doctor. Shot full o' holes.
Nurse she cried, please save his soul.
'Charged him with murder, in the first degree.
Judge's wife cried. Let the man go free!
Cop's wife cried. Don't take him down.
I'd rather be dead. Six feet in the ground.
When you come home you can eat pork and beans.
I eats mo' chicken than any man ever seen
I am...
A backdoor man
I am, a backdoor man
The men don't know it
But the little girls, they understand
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"She caught the Katy"
by Taj Mahal
She caught the Katy
And left me a mule to ride
She caught the Katy
And left me a mule to ride
Now my baby caught the Katy
Left me a mule to ride
The train pulled out
I swung on behind
Crazy 'bout her
That hard headed woman of mine
Man, my baby's long
Great gosh almighty my baby's tall
You know my baby's long
Great gosh almighty my baby's tall
Yeah my baby she's long
My baby she's tall
She's sleepin' with her head in the kitchen
And her feet's out in the hall
Crazy 'bout her
That hard headed woman of mine
Well I love my baby
She's so fine
But I wish she'd come and see me some time
She don't believe in our love, ah
Look what a hole I'm in
She don't believe what I'm sayin'
Kid look what a shape I'm in
Huh-huh
She caught the Katy
And left me a mule to ride
She caught the Katy
And left me a mule to ride
Well my baby caught the Katy
Left me a mule to ride
The train pulled out
I swung on behind
Crazy 'bout that hard headed woman
Hard headed woman of mine
Huh-huh, huh-huh
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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You go out when you get ready
And you come home when you please
You just love me when you want me baby
And you think it outta be alright with me
When I try to talk, talk to you baby
And let you know just how I feel
You tell me if I don't like it
You know someone else will
Oh, but I done got wise to you baby
You're not the only bird in the sky
Oh so don't ask me no questions now baby
And I, I won't tell you no lies
Because I like to feel arms around me
And lips close, close to mine
So I don't have to beg you to love me
I don't have to beg you all the time
Oh, but I done got wise to you baby
You're not the only bird in the sky
So now don't you ask me no questions
And you know I won't, I won't tell you no lies
Yes you can love me if you want me
Or you keep on playing the field
Because I know if you don't love me
I know there's somebody else that will
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| 7/5/2014 12:24:36 AM |
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Do I look worried"
by Tedeschi Trucks Band
Back in the day when I lied
We'd always fight
Now here you are fooling around
Out every night
I don't have to take it anymore
And I'm tired of always keeping score
All I'm saying
Do I look worried to you?
Oh, do I look worried?
Smacked in the face
Such a disgrace
You were wrong
I'll try it again
Stay to the end
But how long?
We've been here so many times
And I know you've fed me so many lies
All I'm saying
Do I look worried to you?
Oh, do I look worried?
Oh, worried to you?
Oh, 'cause I ain't worried
Fool me once or twice you know they'll say
Shame on you
But now that I'm done with the math
Here's what I'll do
I'll find my way to an open door
'Cause its not the same as it was before
All I'm saying
Do I look worried to you?
Oh, do I look worried?
Oh, worried?
Oh, 'cause I ain't worried
Lord, 'cause I ain't worried
You better, you better be worried
Oh, worried, worried, worried, worried, worried, worried
I ain't gunna take it
Anymore
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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"If You Gotta Make A Fool Of Somebody"
If you got to make a fool of somebody
If you got to make a fool of someone
Do you really gotta hurt me
I'm the one that'll worry
[Repeat]
Daytime nitetime
Anytime at all
I'll be there waiting
Anytime you call
Just to be near you
You know
That anywhere I'll go
How could you hurt me so
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| 7/5/2014 2:35:31 AM |
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Get over it"
by The Eagles
I turn on the tube and what do I see?
A whole lotta people cryin', 'Don't blame me'
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your mama's too thin and your daddy's too fat
Get over it!
Get over it!
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it! Get over it!
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
The more I think about it old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't wanna work, you wanna live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it!
Get over it!
If you don't wanna play then you might as well split
Get over it! Get over it!
It's like goin' to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick but I call it weak, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah you drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt, you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
You b*tch about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass!
Get over it!
Get over it!
All this b*tchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it! Get over it!
Get over it!
Get over it!
It's gotta stop sometime so why don't you quit?
Get over it! Get over it!
Get over it!
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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"Sailing"
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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"Train Whistle Blues"
When a woman gets the blues she hangs her little head and cries
When a woman gets the blues she hangs her little head and cries
But when a man gets blues he grabs him a train and rides.
I can't understand how come you do me like you do
I can't understand how come you do me like you do do do do do
Well if you don't want me woman so since I don't want you.
Looky yonder coming, coming down the railroad track
Looky yonder coming, coming down the railroad track
And see the black smoke rolling rolling from that old smoke stack.
De yodel le-ee ai-de yodel e-ee.
Hey, hey, hey
I feel so bad the whole round world looks blue
I feel so bad that the whole round world looks blue
I ain't got no money I don't know what to do.
Looky yonder coming, coming down the railroad track
Looky yonder coming, coming down the railroad track
And see the black smoke rolling rolling from that old smoke stack.
De yodel le-ee ai-de yodel e-ee...
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Hi Trisha
"Dirt in my pocket"
by Joe Bonamassa
So here's my situation for all the world to see
Gone is my innocence, all that's left is me
Rising up just to tear me down
I can be your perfect stranger but just not now
Insomnia drains my life
Gone is the stranger from a forgotten time
Fly me out of the window sill
No, it ain't about my life and it ain't about my will
Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I've been around a long time, I can't lie to myself
Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes
Makes a grown man wicked, it's an easy man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's blues
Lost in a daze as I find myself
Looking for new ways to find a way out
'Cause and effect makes me drown a desire
Tempted by my fate of a virgin fire
Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I've been around a long time, I can't lie to myself
Dirt in my pocket, dirt on my shoes
Makes a grown man wicked, it's an easy man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Makes a good man walking, it's an easy man's blues, yeah
Hey, dirt in my pocket now
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Play Misty for Me
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Richland woman blues"
sung by Maria Muldaur
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo'
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin' right
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "C*ckle doodle do do"
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone.
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"You might be wrong"
by Paul Thorn
MUSLIMS CHRISTIANS, BUDDHISTS AND JEWS
GOT THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE TRUTH
THERES A LINE IN THE SAND,
THERE’S A WAR GOIN’ ON.
THEY FORGOT TO REMEMBER
YOU MIGHT BE WRONG.
CARRY YOUR FAITH
EVERY WHERE YOU GO
MIX IT WITH LOVE AND LET IT SHOW
BUT KEEP YOUR MIND OPEN
AS YOU MOVE ALONG,
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER,
YOU MIGHT BE WRONG.
CHORUS
WHY DO WE ARGUE?
WHY DO WE FIGHT?
EVERYBODY THINKS
GOD’S ON THEIR SIDE.
COUNT TO TEN
BEFORE YOU THROW A STONE.
WHATEVER YOU BELIEVE,
YOU MIGHT BE WRONG
DON’T CUT ME OFF.
DON’T SAY WE’RE THROUGH
JUST BECAUSE
I DON’T AGREE WITH YOU.
YOU SEE FLOWERS GROW
WHERE SEEDS OF LOVE ARE SOWN.
YOU COULD BE RIGHT.
YOU MIGHT BE WRONG.
WHAT’S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE?
I WON’T KNOW UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.
IF YOU FEEL INSECURE
YOU ARE NOT A LONE
EVERYBODY KNOWS
YOU MIGHT BE WRONG.
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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"Stuck On You"
Stuck on you
I've got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just can't lose
Guess, I'm on my way
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
I'll be with you till the end
Guess I'm on my way
Mighty glad you stayed
I'm stuck on you
Been a fool too long I guess
It's time for me to come on home
Guess I'm on my way
So hard to see
That a woman like you could wait
Around for a man like me
Guess I'm on my way
Mighty glad you stayed
Oh, I'm leaving on that midnight train
And I know just where I'm going
I've packed up my troubles
And I've thrown them all away
Because this time little darlin'
I'm coming home to stay
I'm stuck on you
I've got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just can't lose
Guess, I'm on my way
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
I'll be with you till the end
Guess I'm on my way
I'm mighty glad you stayed
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Hi Trisha
"Shooting Star"
by Bob Dylan
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew.
I always kind of wondered
If you ever made it through.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
If I was still the same
If I ever became what you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark or
Over-step the line
That only you could see?
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,
It's the last temptation
The last account
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,
The last radio is playing.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip Away.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip away.
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kennylooking4u
Victorville, CA
59, joined Dec. 2010
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On The Road Again/Willie Nelson
One, two
One, two, three, four
On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way and our way
Is on the road again
I just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way and our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Grandma's Featherbed -- John Denver
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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 It's like a storm
That cuts a path
It breaks your will
It feels like that
You think you're lost
But you're not lost on your own
you're not alone
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
If you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go
It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it's dark
This part of life
Oh it finds us all
And we're too small
To stop the rain
Oh but when it rains
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let you fall
Don't be afraid to fall
I'm right here to catch you
I won't let you down
It won't get you down
you're gonna make it
Yeah I know you can make it
Cause I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
And I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go
Oh I'm gonna hold you
And I won't let go
Won't let you go
No I won't
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Hey Kenny
"Hard Way"
by Johnny Winter RIP
Well, I really had to suffer
I've had a hard, hard way to go
I really had to suffer
I've had a hard, hard way to go
I've been down and out
When the ground was covered with snow
I used to get so worried
I could cry the whole night through
Yeah, all know I'd get so worried
I would cry the whole night through
Think about my troubles
And the hardships I've been through, yeah
Someday I may get lucky
And find me a place to go
You know someday I may get lucky
And find me a place to go
I've tried and tried
It's been a hard, hard way to go
Well, I really had to suffer
I've had a hard, hard way to go
You all know I really had to suffer
I've had a hard, hard way to go
I've been down and out
When the ground was covered with snow
Yes, I have
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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"Mean Town Blues" is track #9 on the album The Progressive Blues Experiment. It was written by Winter, Johnny.
In memory of Johnny Winter
Lord my mother she done told me and my father done told me
Grandfather told me too, yeah my mother she done told me
And my father done told me, grandfather told me too
It's a mean old town to live in by yourself
Yeah, I work for a dollar couldn not save a lousy
Could not save a dime
You know I worked for a dollar, couldn not save a lousy
Man couldn't save a dime
Ain't nobody worried and there ain't nobody's crying
Yeah, I got my hands outside to get a hold on
Try to get some of my cash
Lord I try to get my hands outside to get a hold on
Try to get some of my cash
It's those great big smiles to keep us out of that trash
So I packed up my suitcase and I move on down
Hit that lonesome road
You know I packed up my suitcase
And I hit that lonesome, move on down the road
I'm still crying to make it when the day was done
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Love, Life and Money"
by Johnny Winter
Life has made me
Pay an awful price
I try and gamble with ya
But you're using crooked dice
Somebody's gotta suffer
Somebody's sure gotta feel some pain
If it's gonna rain down misery
How come it always fall on me
Money you've made me
Some very fast friends
And just like you made them
You're gonna break them in the end
Somebody's gotta suffer
Somebody's sure gotta feel some pain
If it's gonna rain down misery
How come it all has to fall on me
I've had my share, of love, life and money
Lost all 3 ways, I'm here to tell ya that sure ain't funny
Me and my money parted, so could my love and I
Life don't mean a thing and I wish that I could die
Life can make, a whole lotta fools
Always teach ya something
That you never learn in school
Somebody's gotta suffer
Somebody's sure gotta feel some pain
If it's gonna rain down misery
How come it all has to fall on me
How come it all falls on me
I've had my share, of love, life and money
Lost all 3 ways, I'm here to tell ya that sure ain't funny
Me and my money parted, so did my love and I
Life don't mean a thing and I wish that I could die
Life can make, a whole lotta fools
Always teach ya something
That you never learn in school
Somebody's gotta suffer
Somebody's sure gotta feel some pain
But, if it's gonna rain down misery
How come it all has to fall on me
Fall on me
Fall on me
How come it all has to fall on me
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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"Black Cat Bone" is track #3 on the album The Progressive Blues Experiment. It was written by Winter, Johnny.
I believes my old lady
She done, drive my black bone
You know I made my old lady
She done, drive my black cat bone
I got a funny feeling right here
Some thing's going all wrong
She don't shoot in the morning
She walk the streets till late at night
She don't shoot in the morning
She walk the streets till late at night
Well, she come home in the evening
Doggone baby fight
Gonna call up the operator, right around the town
Get up this crazy world that's going on
I believe my baby
She done, drive my black cat bone
Got a funny feeling right here
Some thing's going wrong
My mama treats me like a, well fed dog at bay
You know my baby, like a well fed dog at bay
Yeah, I might be tired of living and I'll put
I'm gonna take it up iron Memphis
To get my hands on the bone
Gonna lay around here living
Till I get on the phone
Gonna make it to Memphis man
To get my hands on the bone
I'm gonna lay around here in Mississippi
'Cause or else it's gonna spoil
I believes my old lady
She done, drive my black bone
You know I made my old lady
She done, drive my black cat bone
I got a funny feeling right here
Some thing's going all wrong
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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I am curious Jeff..... why do you post on a thread where you know you are not welcomed? Trying to stay in touch with your feminine side that you show way too often? Trust me, I have no interest in being another one of your female friends. So I would appreciate it if you didn't post here in the Jukebox. Thanks
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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then block me you idiot...I always knew you were daft but a comment like that was uncalled for....I WAS POSTING MUSIC HERE NOTHING MORE........So play some word games like you say you don't......
You are to simple minded for me so don't get your panties all up in A twist.....
Where did I here that before????????
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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Hit a nerve did I?
Where and how I post is no business of yours. And quite frankly, why would you care? You have been told several times that you are not welcome here so don't act the innocent. Plenty of other music threads where you can post. You chose this one to agitate and stir chit. And one more thread for your marathon posting to see your name cover the first page. Rather pathetic but at least you are true to form. Hey!! Heres a thought! Why don't you go write a poem about it. Show that sensitive side of yours.
Now this simple minded woman is telling you to hit the bricks or your unwanted butt will be blocked.
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
57, joined Aug. 2011
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I told you to block me if you don't want me here now stop getting your panties so twisted.....
Johnny Winters is fitting for this thread......
[Edited 7/18/2014 12:33:10 AM ]
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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I told you to block me if you don't want me here now stop getting your panties so twisted.....
Johnny Winters is fitting for this thread......
Johnny Winters, yes. You? Definitely not. Consider yourself blocked.
BTW The panties twisted..... you really need to work on a better comeback. Otherwise it just shows that feminine side of you again.
See ya
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Dancing my Blues away"
by Chris Rea
Beat up soul
Looking to find a smile
Ain't nobody here to give you the reason why
I need the wings of an angel
Need to find me a way to fly
Come on and dance with me baby
Dancing my blues away
Yeah dance with me baby
Dance 'til my blues can't stay
Come on and dance with me baby
Dancing my blues away
There is something worth knowing
Written behind those eyes
Well I've got tears by the truckload
Let's laugh 'til they all run dry
Let's steal the wings from those angels
And kiss what we know goodbye
Come on and dance with me baby
Dancing my blues away
Yeah dance with me baby
Dance 'til my blues can't stay
Come on and dance with me baby
Dancing my blues away
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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 ...and to think a TomBoy would get that emotional.
Haven't we met before, Blues?
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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And to think a Cupo is so easily seen through. " A cliff dwelling creeper". Old woman, at least make it challenging.
"Bed of Roses"
by Little Feat
She had a drive-by childhood
A plastic jesus on her chest
A mean mean girl
With a certain snake allure
A heart like 16 midnights
And a surgical voice
Keepin’ strange for some change
Empty eyes with a haunted look
Leanin’ hard, she lost her place
Try as she might
She couldn’t take my advice
It’s a desperate conclusion
People with a grudge
And a mind you can not budge
Ain’t no bed of roses
Tryin’ to turn your life around
Ain’t no bed of roses
Time won’t move no mountain
Just the faith in the leap, my friend
A cliff dwellin’ creeper
And a runaway
On the ol’ cat slide of town
See how you run, oh see how you pay
Another honest mistake
If dreams are all you need
Then alone is where you’ll be
I’m the leader of the middle
And i see that streak in you
Was it somethin’ you were born with
Or did it just seep on through?
It’s a nightmare on a budget
Just enough to keep you off track
Always somethin’ for nothin’
On the road, to hell and back
Ain’t no bed of roses
Tryin’ to turn your life around
Ain’t no bed of roses
(time) won’t move no mountain
Just the faith in the leap, my friend
I’m the leader of the middle
And i see that streak in you
Was it somethin’ you were born with
Or did it just seep on through?
It’s a nightmare on a budget
Just enough to keep you off track
Always somethin’ for nothin’
On the road, to hell and back
Ain’t no bed of roses
Tryin’ to turn your life around
Ain’t no bed of roses
(time) won’t move no mountain
Just the faith in the leap, my friend
Ain’t no bed of roses
Tryin’ to turn your life around
Ain’t no bed of roses
(time) won’t move no mountain
Just the faith in the leap, my friend
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Dorothy Parker
Misty
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
68, joined May. 2010
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Ella Fitzgerald
Anything Goes
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bluesrule
Marshalltown, IA
60, joined Jul. 2011
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"Pimps and Preachers"
by Paul Thorn
My daddy had a Cadillac
My uncle drove a Ford
One was Satan's Angel
And one worked for the Lord
They had some hard earned wisdom
They both became my teachers
I was a young disciple of
Pimps and preachers
The school of life was open
Each day I went to class
When I didn't pay attention
They kicked me in the ass
They were turning out young b*tches
And converting non-believers
I was learning from the masters
Pimps and preachers
One drug me through the darkness
One led me to the light
One showed me how to love
One taught me how to fight
I guess you can say I am an overachiever
And I owe a debt of gratitude to pimps and preachers
They kept me under their wings
But when I passed the test
They gave me a pinstriped suit
And pushed me from the nest
Now I'm standing on the corner
Recruiting hungry seekers
I'm starting a new religion
I call it pimps and preachers
One drug me through the darkness
One led me to the light
One showed me how to love
One taught me how to fight
I guess you can say I am an overachiever
And I owe a debt of gratitude to pimps and preachers
Stand there and do nothing
But if you want to go far
Don't try to please everybody
And be proud of who you are
Get out there in the game
Don't sit up in the bleachers
That is the philosophy of
Pimps and Preachers
One drug me through the darkness
One led me to the light
One showed me how to love
One taught me how to fight
I guess you can say I owe a debt of gratitude to pimps and preachers.
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trisha1
Erie, PA
67, joined Dec. 2007
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"Anything Goes"
Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got the shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock
If today
any shock they might try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock
Plymouth Rock would land on them
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything Goes
Good authors too
Who once knew better words
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose
Anything Goes
If driving fast cars you like
If low bars you like
If old hymns you like
If bare limbs you like
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like
Why nobody will oppose
When every night
The set that's smart
Is intruding on nudist parties
In studios
Anything Goes
When Missus Ned McLean, God bless her
Can get Russian Reds to yes her
Then I suppose
Anything Goes
When Rockafeller still can hoard
Enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows
Anything Goes
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today
And black's white today
And day's night today
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several Chateaus
When folks
Who still can ride in Jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clothes
Anything Goes
When Sam Goldwyn
Can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction
Than Anna shows
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When you hear that
Lady Mendl standing up
Now does a handspring landing up
On her toes
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Just think of those shocks you've got
And those knocks you've got
And those blues you've got
From those news you've got
And those pains you've got
(If any brains you've got)
From those little radios
So Mrs. R
With all her trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
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