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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:47 pm
Heya, guys. Busting out the Cash, eh?
*pops a quarter in the juke*
I can settle dow-own and be doin just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin down the [am] line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didnt go, I believe Id blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a ramblin man.
Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good
That I wouldnt settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes its har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin by
And to ride these rails neath gods blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
cause thats the life I believe he meant for me
And when Im go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblin man.
I see your Cash and raise you Hank Sr. domokun
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:53 pm
*dances with all the boys*
Now this is how a bar should be! Full'a dancing and good-looking boys buying a girl a beer!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:54 pm
Zinda Blake *dances with all the boys* Now this is how a bar should be! Full'a dancing and good-looking boys buying a girl a beer!
Anything for a pretty face like yours, Zinda.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:56 pm
*boogies*
Any time, any beers, miss. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:57 pm
Aw, dang.
*flips her microphone to her mouth*
Yeah, Skipper, I'm on my way. Duty calls, boys. Don't stop the party on my account.
*blows a kiss and heads out the door*
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:01 pm
*Twiotch, twitch*
Funny thing. Glenn Danzig had written a song that was recorded by Johnny Cash by the title of 13. Then Danzig records it hiomself. By the name of 13.
Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
With the number '13' tattooed on my neck
That ink starts to itch
Black gon' turn to red
I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young
Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
The list of lives I've broken
Reach from here to Hell
And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
Pray you don't look at me
And I pray I don't look back
I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young
Found me with a preacherman confessin' all I done
Catch me with the devil playing 21
And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:19 pm
Yeah, I need to listen to more Danzig. domokun
Rex! Lex! My conveniently rhyming pals! What's shaking?
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:28 pm
Hey, Blackheart. How's it going? watching John Carpenter movies lately.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:54 pm
*Spins Cassue, dips her, then lets her go.* Good to see ya.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:57 pm
"whoa! You're in a good mood."
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:58 pm
*walks in & sits down at a table*
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:01 pm
Summer is almost over heart
I'm an aitumn kinda guy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:13 pm
*sips on a drink while contemplating his next temporal adventure*
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 11:20 am
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