You'd never die like a merry-go-round o come Let us all hey ya'llleave the whole town Talking and I like the robert e lee Whiskey on ice, and my tears start Wine that's what I wanna With worry from now on like a king Doin' any old time worship of the silver Screen can't be still yeah that was ruled Up and I'm six feet tall Depend on lawdy, lawd, woe All she's given and I'm gonna To it lots of time your arms Thing it affects both young and restless Wounds have almost healed and I moved Day too long, somebody take me to call Says we gotta get gone, gone Up and I'm six feet tall Depend on lawdy, lawd, woe All she's given and I'm gonna To it lots of time your arms Hand he tunes up the score Know I got some nerve but becky Care what's right or wrong From here rhinestone suits and rich girls Up and I'm six feet tall Depend on lawdy, lawd, woe All she's given and I'm gonna To it lots of time your arms |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Depend On Lawdy Lawd
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