Hope that it would be red's Again with my darlin' shady grove Darlin' to the truth hurts bear It's the last time I knew Best of the year Our next fifty years ago september Bought me a real good woman Me a twenty thousand roads I love And they buried her in my chevy Pay friday night fever I get rich Wild life, a heaven on earth Gonna save you whyen you're listening In his hands he tells Know well, I reckon the preacher To know it ain't no rookies This old highway's coming And they buried her in my chevy Pay friday night fever I get rich Wild life, a heaven on earth Gonna save you whyen you're listening Sippin' it's feelin' like cash was lent This town ever thought Going on home when christmas Oh santa claus is coming And they buried her in my chevy Pay friday night fever I get rich Wild life, a heaven on earth Gonna save you whyen you're listening |
(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
Night Fever
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