Author Topic: My wife's going on vacation... (Read 55854 times)

CHORUS
(Green, green, it's green they say)
(On the far side of the hill)
(Green, green, I'm goin' away)
(To where the grass is greener still)

a-Well I told my mama on the day I was born
"Dontcha cry when you see I'm gone"
"Ya know there ain't no woman gonna settle me down"
"I just gotta be travelin' on"
a-Singin'

CHORUS

Nah, there ain't nobody in this whole wide world
Gonna tell me to spend my time
I'm just a good-lovin' ramblin' man
Say, buddy, can ya spare me a dime?
Hear me cryin', it's a

CHORUS

Yeah, I don't care when the sun goes down
Where I lay my weary head
Green, green valley or rocky road
It's there I'm gonna make my bed
Easy, now

CHORUS Everybody, I wanna hear it now !!!

CHORUS (To where the grass is greener still)
(To where the grass is greener still)
FADE
(To where the grass is greener still)

Delmonico · « **Reply #130 on:** May 12, 2006, 07:59:35 PM »

Now I'm gonna go home and put on Umma Gumma, the fly in Ganchester Medows drives the cat bonkers.

The song "Many Species of Small Furry Creatures Banded to gether in a Cave and Grooving on a Pict" b Brings back memories of the night the candle blew up.

I think we'd had some sort of hash fer supper, but I don't remember it being the corned beef kind, some other kind.

Delmonico · « **Reply #131 on:** May 12, 2006, 09:13:41 PM »

Almost fergot:

Five Days till Fortyrod Gets Back

Trinity · « **Reply #132 on:** May 13, 2006, 03:42:25 AM »

he's not going to die right before he get's to the door, is he?

Delmonico · « **Reply #133 on:** May 13, 2006, 11:55:27 AM »

No, I hope not, but when he reads this thread we might.

Trinity · « **Reply #134 on:** May 13, 2006, 12:32:08 PM »

There's a blizzard comin' on and I'm wishin' I was home
For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand
Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
You can bet we're on her mind for it's gettin' just about suppertime
Oh I know those hot biscuits're in the fryin' pan
Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes
But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind's a howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
And we'd best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn with all that hay so soft and warm
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne it's only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can
All right Dan perhaps it's best we'll stop just a little while and rest
For it's still another mile to Mary Anne it's still another mile to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He'd have made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him out there on the plains his hands were frozen to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

Trinity · « **Reply #135 on:** May 13, 2006, 12:34:13 PM »

Or is it:

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

litl rooster · « **Reply #136 on:** May 13, 2006, 12:43:32 PM »

will services follow?

jist sure he pays his tab...........first

Delmonico · « **Reply #137 on:** May 13, 2006, 04:00:53 PM »

Run, run fer yer lives, Fortyrod is back FOUR DAYS afore he's 'spossed to be back, I checked when I seen his name at the top of the forum. He's readin' "Coffee and Grub' he'll be to this thread in a while, we'll all be in trouble.

Delmonico · « **Reply #138 on:** May 13, 2006, 04:32:54 PM »

It's All Slim's Fault He Made Us Do It!

Delmonico · « **Reply #139 on:** May 13, 2006, 04:38:21 PM »

He left, we're still all alive, his light is out.

Ok, line up at the bar, might as well run his tab up higher.

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