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XOx Uriah xOX
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since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403
Virginia

0 posted 2006-03-10 12:30 PM


Well, you think you've got troubles?
Everyones got complaints.
Brother, you aint in my shoes...
And should be glad that you aint.
You just don't know
how fortunate that you are.
Come and hear my sorrow
and thank your lucky stars.

One thing I've always wanted
was a pretty Bluetick hound
All I've got is this big black cloud,
that follows me around.
I bought myself a rabbit's foot
to try and make my luck go right.
It turned out to be a black cat's paw,
they'd gone and dyed it white.
I hear them freight trains rolling...
Man, their calling to me...
Theres at least a million places
that I'd much rather be.
I think of grabbing my guitar
and moving on down the line
Then my woman's Evil Eye
sends a chill up my spine.
That woman rides my back
like its a rodeo.
She's got a PBR poster
where our "Welcome" mat goes.
She reminds me of Lassie
and Ol' Yeller too
'Cause she hounds me if I don't
and she dogs me when I do.
I guess I probably should have run
the first day that I met her.
She's stubborner than any mule
and only looks a little better.
But I was born real long and ugly,
and my Mama would pray
that I'd take on human features
as I gained a little age.
I'm glad all thats behind me
and I finally changed
to the handsome hunk of flesh
that you see here today.
Yeah, theres a black cloud hovering
over my head.
I'd have to feel better...
Just to wind up dead.
But when I'm dead and buried...
Please don't give me no stone;
'Cause she'll only dig me up...
Just to gnaw on my bones.
That woman barks at me
and my kids all bite.
If I ever find that Preacher...
He'll be shot on sight!
So, in our drinking sessions...
Don't you sing me your blues.
Brother, you don't know depression...
'Til you've walked in my shoes.
I only ask two favors of you....
Don't be stingy with the drinks.
And when I'm dead, bring fragrant flowers,
'Cause brother, my life stinks.

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The Lady
Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634
The Southwest
1 posted 2006-03-10 12:39 PM



"Brother, you don't know depression...
'Til you've walked in my shoes.
I only ask two favors of you....
Don't be stingy with the drinks.
And when I'm dead, bring fragrant flowers,
'Cause brother, my life stinks."

I love your blues Uriah.


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Member Rara Avis
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2 posted 2006-03-10 01:26 AM


You have a very natural touch, with a poem....and with a story. The more I read, the more I like!

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suthern
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since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723
Louisiana
3 posted 2006-03-10 01:59 PM


She reminds me of Lassie
and Ol' Yeller too
'Cause she hounds me if I don't
and she dogs me when I do.

This is classic. *G* Enjoyed very much!!!

cinnabar
Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33
Lot et Garonne, France.
4 posted 2006-03-10 04:48 PM


This poem doesn't leave much to say. We have so little to defend ourselves with. To be fair to them, though, for most of our lives, defence is the last thing on our minds. How we love them. And don't they know it. The weaker sex? Whoever thought that one up?

I've only been damaged below the waterline by two women in my entire life. Pumping ever since to stay afloat, instead of sailing.(Oddly enough, one was from Colorado, the other from Philadelphia... I'm English)

If you've been hurt by a woman,
Then get your dumb ass over here.
French girls are different--I promise;
You ain't got nothin' to fear.
And if I'm wrong, (and it can happen,
Not often, but from time to time),
Then, well, at least,you and I can get pretty well drunk, on some pretty good bottles of wine.
I'll send you home singing,
With, if yr lucky, a demoiselle clinging.
Whichever, you'll have had a good time.
And if you sing the song, and
Accent it right,she'll
Entwine you just like a vine,
And here's the good thing,
Before you can think it,
She'll be bottled.
Love?
You'll be able to drink it.
But if you're not quite sure,
And free from fear, then of course,
I'll be happy to pour you a beer.
But why, and I ask this as a brother,
Is there a Government health warning
On one, and nothing on the other?




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