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Comment by wiffledust on August 3, 2011 at 10:51pm

Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly just ride away
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night (willie nelson)

Comment by Maryrose Orlans on August 3, 2011 at 6:41pm

Oh you get me ready in your 56 chevy
Why don't we go sit down in the shade
Take shelter on my front porch
The dandy lion sun scorching,
Like a glass of cold lemonade
I will do the laundry if you pay all the bills
Where is my John Wayne
Where is my prairie son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

(Paula Cole)

Comment by wiffledust on August 3, 2011 at 1:28pm

grab onto this moment

inhale it, hold it inside

savor its sweetness

yearn for the slide (cowboy junkies)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on August 3, 2011 at 12:22pm

"Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away I know a man He came from my home town He wore his passion for his woman Like a thorny crown He said Dolores I live in fear My love for you's so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away I know a woman Became a wife These are the very words she uses To describe her life She said a good day Ain't got no rain She said a bad day's when I lie in bed And think of things that might have been Slip slidin' away Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away"   (Paul Simon)

Comment by wiffledust on August 3, 2011 at 10:15am

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're just a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together
Sometimes you're gonna lose it all

You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
Because you're gonna know lonely
And you're gonna know sad
When you're rippin' and you're ridin'
And you're coming on strong
You start slippin' and slidin'
And it all goes wrong because

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes you're just a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all comes together
Sometimes you're gonna lose it all (mary chapin carpenter)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on August 3, 2011 at 10:13am

"Oh there ain't no bugs on me
There ain't no bugs on me
There may be bugs on some of you mugs
But there ain't no bugs on me

Well, the Juney bug comes in the month of June
The lightning bug comes in May
Bed bug comes just any old time
But, they're not going to stay

Oh there ain't no bugs on me
There ain't no bugs on me
There may be bugs on some of you mugs
But there ain't no bugs on me"  

(Jerry Garcia and Dave Grisman)

Comment by wiffledust on July 31, 2011 at 3:38pm

no rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes

with bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose

through the valley of the shadow of roosevelt's nose

adios south dakota, adios sally rose (emmylou harris)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on July 31, 2011 at 3:34pm

"Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes"

(Old English Nursery Rhyme) 

Comment by Maryrose Orlans on July 29, 2011 at 12:12pm

We were very happy, well at least I thought we were
Can't somebody tell me what's got into her
A house, a home, a family, and a man that loves her so
Who'd believe she'd leave us to join the burlesque show

Oh, say has anybody seen my sweet Gypsy Rose
Here's her picture when she was my sweet Mary Jo
Now she's got rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Say has anybody seen my sweet Gypsy Rose

Oh, I got wind my Jo's been dancing here in New Orleans
In this smoke-filled honky-tonk they call the land of dreams
Oh, here she comes a strutting in her birthday clothes
Say has anybody seen my sweet Gypsy Rose

(Artist--Tony Orlando) (Written by--Russell Brown and Irwin Levine)

Comment by wiffledust on July 29, 2011 at 11:55am

Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue Rosie
you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the
cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here on business
I'm only here for fun
And Rosie you're the one  (springsteen)

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