44hunter45
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AKA the Dixie Drips. When your career flops, show more cleavage.
Friday tunes
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Hey sight for sore eyes, it's a long time no see
Working hard hardly working, hey man you know me
Water under the bridge, did you see my new car??
Well it's bought and it's paid for, parked outside of the bar
And hey barkeep what's keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks??
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too
And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you
Oh you know the old gang ain't around, everyone has left town
Except for Thumm and Giardina said they just might be down
Oh half drunk all the time and I'm all drunk the rest
Yeah Monk's still the champion, oh but I am the best
And hey barkeep what's keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks??
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too
And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you
Guess you heard about Nash, he was killed in a crash
Oh that must have been two or three years ago now
Yeah he spun out and he rolled he hit a telephone pole
And he died with the radio on
No she's married with a kid, finally split up with Sid
He's up north for a nickel's worth for armed robbery
And I'll play you some pinball. No you ain't got a chance
Then go on over and ask her to dance
Working hard hardly working, hey man you know me
Water under the bridge, did you see my new car??
Well it's bought and it's paid for, parked outside of the bar
And hey barkeep what's keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks??
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too
And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you
Oh you know the old gang ain't around, everyone has left town
Except for Thumm and Giardina said they just might be down
Oh half drunk all the time and I'm all drunk the rest
Yeah Monk's still the champion, oh but I am the best
And hey barkeep what's keeping you?? Keep pouring drinks
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks??
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too
And old Drysdale and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you
Guess you heard about Nash, he was killed in a crash
Oh that must have been two or three years ago now
Yeah he spun out and he rolled he hit a telephone pole
And he died with the radio on
No she's married with a kid, finally split up with Sid
He's up north for a nickel's worth for armed robbery
And I'll play you some pinball. No you ain't got a chance
Then go on over and ask her to dance
elkduds
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noharleyyet
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44hunter45
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noharleyyet
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Songbird...
noharleyyet
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Lace em up if it fits...
44hunter45
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That's better!
44hunter45
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@Europe
Ohio, the prequel.
He won't remember it, but I will never forget it.
I met Richey Furay at the Calvary Chapel he was pastoring in Boulder,CO years ago.
Ohio, the prequel.
He won't remember it, but I will never forget it.
I met Richey Furay at the Calvary Chapel he was pastoring in Boulder,CO years ago.
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longbow51
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"Old Friends"
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city
Sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was
And what a time it was
It was . . .
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago . . . it must be . . .
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city
Sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was
And what a time it was
It was . . .
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago . . . it must be . . .
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you
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there's hope for you yet, Harley
elkduds
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44hunter45
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Beat me too it!
MarvB
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Pretty much sums up the times we live in...
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