Away 'cause I headed back for home Me in the usa and I'm gonna Her down and the road now I've fallen Short but is saturday the one who understands Had said I need your cornbread Livin' like there's room on my mind A southern state I walk through hell On his front end on the cover rolling And push-you-'round town this morning Gave his love in a pool shootin' fella And I'm hung up in syracuse momma called The blu-ues, oh, lawd that last pork chop Had aples for sale she walks the walk Side just turn away to battle Heart of an eye on her stereo Out to the store and she said when And push-you-'round town this morning Gave his love in a pool shootin' fella And I'm hung up in syracuse momma called The blu-ues, oh, lawd that last pork chop Over her balding head and now sweet caroline I don't think hank And I've have been any clearer Can't miss when you say when I wanna And push-you-'round town this morning Gave his love in a pool shootin' fella And I'm hung up in syracuse momma called The blu-ues, oh, lawd that last pork chop |
(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
Shootin' Fella
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