(And some days it takes more Stones than others...) Where Mythical Bestiary meets Contemporary Culture and Chews On Its Leg Until Covered with Slobber.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be;
She can look this whole wide world all over
She'll never find another man like me.
Now when I die, I want you to dress me in straightlace shoes
A boxback coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, so's
The boys'll know I died standing pat.
1 comment:
RIP James Brown.
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