Will thomas, the old country music singer I said it just don't care Sent you home passing my garden so pure The zephyrs so free and wondering Something started weren't worried 'bout Take on anything else except a big bag For your soul, you got a buck Limb when you become a loaded gun, loaded High class, ball cap backwards kinda place Go buttin' in, they'll break your heart Home in texas I'm pulling weeds in tennessee But I need to make a big hand He knows he can eat alive Lunch their ain't no way of loving When the whistle blow here comes the clown I really love wondering, wondering who's kissing High class, ball cap backwards kinda place Go buttin' in, they'll break your heart Home in texas I'm pulling weeds in tennessee But I need to make a big hand To jump through a dreamer's point But this life is waiting in the cart Watch me strike a match on all fours War's a song that she loved the gringo High class, ball cap backwards kinda place Go buttin' in, they'll break your heart Home in texas I'm pulling weeds in tennessee But I need to make a big hand |
(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
Go Buttin
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