I'm Off

[Arden]

I was wondering if you might have time for a dance before you leave...

 

[Soron]

I was wondering if you might have time for a dance before you leave...

Of course I do. You have a song picked out, beautiful?

 

[Arden]

Of course I do. You have a song picked out, beautiful?

I'm sorry, I kind of got lost in a daydream...
Nothing picked out, but we can dance later if that's all right with you.

 

[Soron]

I'm sorry, I kind of got lost in a daydream...
Nothing picked out, but we can dance later if that's all right with you.

That would be fine, My love.
You will be in my heart and in my thoughts.

 

[Arden]

That would be fine, My love.
You will be in my heart and in my thoughts.

And you in mine...

 

[Soron]

Hillbilly Blues
(Gary Rossington - Ed King - Johnny Van Zant - Mike Estes)

Getting work ain't easy in the hills of Tennessee
But things are bad all over my friends keep telling me
Even though I grew up there and never thought I'd leave
Had too many bills to pay, seven mouths to feed
Movin' to the city was all that I could do
Got them hillbilly blues

People here won't say good morning, they won't even take the time
I guess I know just how it feels to have something on your mind
So all I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream
This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me
They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain
Got them hillbilly blues
Got them hillbilly blues

All I want is to go back home and fish in a mountain stream
This ol' life I'm living Lord, you know it ain't for me
They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain
Got them hillbilly blues
Hillbilly blues
Hillbilly blues

 

[Arden]

That sounds like a great song!

 

[Soron]

That sounds like a great song!

It is a good song, darlin'. Ronnie would be proud.


Simple Man
(Gary Rossington - Ronnie VanZant)

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

 

[Arden]

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

 

[Soron]

IF
Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

 

[Arden]

That's a lot for anyone to learn, I suspect very few ever achieve that level of insight in their lifetime.
~sigh~

I missed you this evening.

 

[Soron]

That's a lot for anyone to learn, I suspect very few ever achieve that level of insight in their lifetime.
~sigh~

I missed you this evening.

I missed you as well, pretty lady.
I read that piece before I came up to see you and had forgotten to post it. I remember reading it in school many moons ago.

 

[Arden]

I remember this one from a 1920s vintage movie...

ALWAYS
Willie Nelson

I'll be loving you, always
With a love that's true, always
When the things you plan
Need a helping hand
I will understand, always, always

Days may not be fair, always
That's when I'll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
Not for just a year, but, always

Days may not be fair, always
That's when I'll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
And, not for just a year, but, always

 

[Soron]

Days may not be fair, always
That's when I'll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
Not for just a year, but, always

 

[Soron]

http://memory.loc.gov/service/pnp/cwpb/03300/03382r.jpg
A SOLDIER'S DREAM
Anonymous

Last night as I toasted
My wet feet and roasted
A small bit of beef by a similar blaze,
While nought but the wheezings,
The snorings, and sneezings
Of comrades grouping in Dreamland's haze
Disturbed the fine vision --
The picture Elysian --
That Fancy's weird wand conjured up to my thought,
As she stood like a spooke,
In a garb of blue smoke,
And amid the hot embers her wonders she wrought.

Adown a highway
We were marching so gay
An army with banners bedecked o'er and o'er
With the brightest garlands
Wove by fairest of hands,
While a flaming bouquet stuck in each musket bore.
Each triumphal arch
It met on the march
Was blazoned with "Peace"; "Welcome home each loved one";
While maid, wife, and mother
Would with rapture discover
And rush out to meet lover, husband, and son!

I forgot all my sore toes --
Nay, all of my woes --
As I sprang to the threshold and clasped her dear waist;
And every campaign
I'd gone over again
To get from those ripe lips another such taste.
But as I flew to her
I dropped my fine skewer,
And with it my supper. I mastered my grief
As the vanishing vision
of joy's Elysian,
But I couldn't get over the loss of the beef!

 

[Arden]

That's wonderful! And a great photograph too... I have to wonder if Matthew Brady was the photographer.

 

[Soron]

That's wonderful! And a great photograph too... I have to wonder if Matthew Brady was the photographer.

I'm sorry, baby. That was a photograph by George Brennan. I meant to include that in the post.
That's Sherman leaning on the breech of the gun.

 

[Arden]

I'm sorry, baby. That was a photograph by George Brennan. I meant to include that in the post.
That's Sherman leaning on the breech of the gun.

I wonder if that was before or after the march to the sea...

Great photo, anyhow!

 

[Soron]

I wonder if that was before or after the march to the sea...

Great photo, anyhow!

I'll find you a date if you say the magic words.

 

[Arden]

I'll find you a date if you say the magic words.

Oh, Ok!

Soron, might you be available for a date tonight please?

 

[Soron]

Oh, Ok!

Soron, might you be available for a date tonight please?

*rolling*
About 30 seconds after I posted that, I KNEW that's how you'd come back, you wench.

 

[Arden]

*rolling*
About 30 seconds after I posted that, I KNEW that's how you'd come back, you wench.

Rolling - As in rolling pin?

Ooooh, are we going to make some pies, Dear?

 

[Soron]

Rolling - As in rolling pin?

Ooooh, are we going to make some pies, Dear?

Oh yes, honey. Let's do. ~wicked grin~

Thinking of where he'd like to stick a cherry pie

 

[Soron]

Rain On The Scarecrow
(John Mellencamp and George Green)

Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

 

[Arden]

HOBO'S LULLABYE
by Goebel Reeves

Go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

Do not think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning grey
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find happiness some day

So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Don't you feel the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby

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