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Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Originally Posted by Andrew Ryan
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
From my experiments, it seems to be between beer 5 and 6 when the Wheeler Walker Jr. gets played. I have found that it doesn't go over well with all audiences but who wants to hang out with those prudes?
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
NSFW
Last edited by fedupinmo; 01-09-2018 at 08:11 PM.
This kid is fukkin amazing...
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Apologies if I posted any of these already.
Last edited by Anti Federalist; 11-14-2018 at 03:56 PM.
Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Country. My least favorite genre of music.
"Perhaps one of the most important accomplishments of my administration is minding my own business."
Calvin Coolidge
"The Patriarch"
down the river
they make the laws
to suit themselves
the ones that buy and sell the rest
of us down the river
the rest of us
dont need the touch
of takin' more than just enough to get
by down the river
down the river
we pray for one another
down the river
we hold on to our dreams
down the river
the hard times makes us stronger to get by
and leave this world behind
down the river
a bed to lay
me down at night
and for workin' hands to hold you tight
my darlin' and me down the river
now far away
the…
in your mercy
they bring me food and water
in this room is all i know
but my thirsty spirit keeps me
in your mercy where i go
i use to do what made me happy
now my weary hands are tied
to a struggle to remember
where i am and why i cry
all my diamonds have been stolen
all my clothes are very few
my poor daughter she comes to hold me
singin' hymns forever true
singin' hymns forever true
my home and all i worked for
has been sold and surely gone
only strangers come to see me
and they never stay too long
my poor dead husband was a kind man
workin' numbers…
A Townes van Zandt. Living amongst us. I've seen him up close. A friend has house concerts in his basement. 40 max. Soon to see him again. So close his spit touches my forehead. Like a psalter.
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