Good Old Boys (Theme song from The Dukes of Hazzards) by Waylon Jennings Just two good old boys Never meanin' no harm Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law Since the day they was born Straightnin' the curves Flattenin' the hills Someday the mountain might get 'em But the law never will Makin' their way The only way they know how That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow Just two good ol' boys Wouldn't change if they could Fightin' the system like Two modern-day Robin Hoods
Sometimes we have to face the truth.. i think of me-all alone then i think again and silently moan i think of me and i think of you and i think that maybe this dream could come true i like it whenever i see you stare it brings me comfort that you are there but then later in my room when i'm staring at the ceiling i realize that i just have a hard time dealing with the fact that you and me could never really be.
What i love about Sunday -Craig Morgan Raymond's in his Sunday best, He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease. There's the Martin's walkin in, With that mean little freckle-face kid, Who broke a window last week. Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me. Thats what i love about Sunday: SIng along as the choir sways; Every verse of Amazin' Grace, An' then we shake the Preacher's hand. Go home, into your blue jeans; have some chicken an' some baked beans. Pick a back yard football team, Nothin' much of anything; Thats what i love about Sunday. I stroll to the end of the drive, pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup. It looks like Sally an' Rob, finally tied the knot, Well, Its about time. Its 35 cents off a ground round, Baby cut that coupon out! Thats what i love about Sunday. Cat-nappin on the porch swing; you curled up next to me, The smell of jasmine wakes us up. Take a walk down a back road, tackle box and a cane pole; Carve out names in that white oak, An' steal a kiss as the sun fades, Thats what i love about Sunday, Oh Yeah. Ooh new believers gettin' baptized, Momma's hands raised up high, Havin a Hallelujah good tiem A smile on everbody's face. Thats what i love about Sunday, Oh Yeah Thats whaat i love about Sunday, Oh, Yeah
Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had. There were choruses and sing-alongs, and that unspoken feeling of knowing that right -now- is ALL that matters --IN this Diary-- **the ataris**
U watch her laugh I watch her cry u see her live .. I see her die u watch her smile I watch her arm her pain her tears her self inflicted harm u see her surrounded .. I see her alone the fake person sheís become, her feelings are shown u donít see the newly sliced cuts or the to deep scars she shot for the moon .. But got the stars this child ..so Young but oh so grown to her .. Her real self is unknown she knows who they all want to see she know who they all want her to be the persure, the attempts the failures to try she know what she has to do just to get by its how it is and theres nothing to change to her its like every other day .. She has herself to rearrange somewhere along the way she got lost in herself one cut .. then two .. Itís a cry for help she bleeds and screams but hides it inside day after day she finds a reason to hide I understand itís a hard concept to grasp but she needs someone to reach this cry may be her last its so sad that this little girl once so innocent and full of joy has so many reasons for herself to destroy she was so young.. So happy and shy she has a million reasons to just sit and cry but she doesnít she finds other ways to deal with her pain she cuts .. sheís beautiful .. Itís just a crying shame thatís all I know .. So its all I can say maybe is someone was aware she would be alive today ..
What Religion is Your Bra? >A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife. "What type of bra?" asked the clerk. "Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type? "Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. " Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from." Relieved, the man asked about the types. The saleslady replied: "There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?" Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple... The Catholic type supports the masses. The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen, The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills." **they forgot the german bra: holtz-em-from-floppin!