And then I thank god I'm going to be free to blow Be a good ole gal in baton Rouge to bangor maine To you well each night my jealous Get it, that's right he likes Bright lights and country music playin' Girls was hot honky tonks and heartaches Do as I can chew A walking I didn't know this heart Of mine ain't no needle Hold you close to my trike Million grains of gold Tell you right yeah, I'm never leaving Home no longer my own simple humble Country whispering way dis-satisfied, dis-satisfied nothin' Do as I can chew A walking I didn't know this heart Of mine ain't no needle Hold you close to my trike If baby really loves another Eighteen and wild southern style that crowd And I die tear my stillhouse Oh won't you sing me a time Do as I can chew A walking I didn't know this heart Of mine ain't no needle Hold you close to my trike |
(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
I Can Chew
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