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I wish granpas never died-Riley Green
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b60Diax1FhU
Play "I Wish Grandpas N…" on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "I Wish Grandpas Never Died" I wish girls you love never gave back diamond rings I wish every porch had a swing Wish kids still learn to say "sir" and "ma'am", how to shake a hand I wish every state had a Birmingham I wish everybody knew all the words to Mama Tried I wish Monday mornings felt just like Friday nights And I wish even cars had truck beds And every road was named Copperhead And coolers never ran out of cold Bud Light And I wish high school home teams never lost And back road drinking kids never got caught I wish the price of gas was low and cotton was high I wish honkytonks didn't have no closing time And I wish grandpas never died I wish Sundays on a creek bank would never end Wish I could learn to drive again I wish the first time, seventeen, she was my everything Kiss in a Chevrolet, could happen every day I wish everybody overseas was gonna make it home I wish Country music still got played on Country radio And I wish even cars had truck beds And every road was named Copperhead And coolers never run out of cold Bud Light And I wish high school home teams never lost And back road drinking kids never got caught I wish the price of gas was low and cotton was high I wish honkytonks didn't have no closing time And I wish grandpas never died Never died And I wish good dogs never got grey and old I wish farms never got sold And I wish even cars had truck beds And every road was named Copperhead And coolers never run out of cold Bud Light I wish high school home teams never lost And back road drinking kids never got caught I wish the price of gas was low and cotton was high I wish honkytonks didn't have no closing time And I wish grandpas never died I wish grandpas never died |
Feathered Indians-Tyler Childers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lsran_Slzc
Well my buckle makes impressions On the inside of her thigh There are little feathered Indians Where we tussled through the night If I'd known she was religious Then I wouldn't have came stoned To the house of such an angel Too fucked up to get back home Lookin' over West Virginia Smoking Spirits on the roof She asked ain't anybody told ya That them things are bad for you I said many folks have warned me There's been several people try But up till now, there ain't been nothing That I couldn't leave behind Hold me close my dear Sing your whispering song Softly in my ear And I will sing along Honey tell me how your love runs true And how I can always count on you To be there when the bullets fly I'd run across a river just to hold you tonight Well my heart is… |
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Ramsey Lewis - Julia
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From 1979.....
Twilight Zone -- Manhattan Transfer With a key, you unlock a door to imagination Beyond it is another dimension A dimension of sight A dimension of sound A dimension of mind You're moving through a land of both shadow and substance Of things and ideas Guiding you through this wondrous journey Is the hypnotic sound of the twilight tone When I hear this melody This strange illusion takes over me Through a tunnel of the mind Perhaps a present or future time oh, oh Out of nowhere comes this sound This melody that keeps spinning 'round and 'round Pyramidal locomotion From a mystic unknown zone Hearin' the twilight Hearin' the twilight, twilight tone Unpretentious girl from Memphis Saw the future through her third eye People came with skepticism Picking, testing her precision, no, wo, oh, oh Suddenly they heard this sound This melody that keeps spinning 'round and 'round A signpost up ahead is calling Through the mystic unknown zone Hearin' the twilight Twilight swept away, feelin' the rhythm Hearin' the twilight Twilight swept away, ba da, loo da, ba da loo da Hearin' the twilight Twilight tone Submitted for your approval. One Mr. Miller, who's about To take a trip into oddness and obsolescene, through a Zone whose boundaries are that of imagination Accompanying him on this journey is the mesmerizing Sound of the Twilight Tone On a cold & rainy night One Mister Miller had a rare flight Glen was up there boppin' a rhythm Then the engine stopped to listen with him Play that beat, oh, oh Suddenly he heard this sound This melody that keeps spinning 'round and 'round Now he resides and plays trombone In the mystic unknown zone Hearin' the twilight... ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
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Robert Fripp (and his band, The League of Guitarists)
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