there, now you can have one too!

7/13/2008 7:56:27 PM

that's gay, you know it won't be anything but Hanson lyrics!

7/13/2008 8:01:34 PM

yup and now it'll all be stashed safely in here!!!

7/13/2008 8:04:24 PM

girl you got me going, yeah I think you know it, oh i am ready for this ride...

7/13/2008 8:05:28 PM

7/13/2008 8:05:37 PM

I've got livestock I've got livestock I've got cows I've got pigs I've got sheep I've got mules I've got all livestock

7/13/2008 9:54:54 PM

farmer sarah

7/13/2008 9:56:43 PM

You bring the cup and I'll bring the moonshine.

7/13/2008 11:14:40 PM

Does it move you?
Does it soothe you?
Does it fill your heart and soul
with the roots of rock and roll?

7/18/2008 7:08:20 PM

It feels so right now hold me tight

7/18/2008 8:34:53 PM

I've just seen a face I can't forget the time or place that we'd just met.

7/24/2008 6:31:36 PM

Straight out of Nashville, here’s your next big star
He don’t write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
And he struts around the stage like he’s the coolest thing you’ve ever seen.

Oh you gotta love him!

He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
And he don’t mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
And he’s got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw

But if he’s country I’ll kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
He’s the same old shit in a slightly different bag,
But if he’s country, well then country’s pretty bad.

I don’t watch CMT
Naw that shit makes me sick.
And that ole Kenny Chesney,
What a hypocrite.

He’ll swear he’s country,
But he lives in the Caribbean.
Sings all about the islands now,
What happened to the Tennessean

Aw if he’s country ill kiss your ass
Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash
He’s all about image cuz image pays the bucks,
Aw but if he’s country, well then country really sucks.

What happened to the outlaws,
Who weren’t afraid to cross the line.
What happened to the workin’ man,
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.

I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around.
And he taught me all the good stuff,
That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll

And to thank country, well I don’t give a damn
My daddy taught me to be own kinda man
He said “Son you don’t have to go along with the crowd” aw
So if I ain’t country then I’m pretty frickin proud
Oh Well I don’t need their labels anyhow

7/26/2008 11:42:17 AM

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good

So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.

7/27/2008 5:03:11 PM

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

7/27/2008 11:52:09 PM

Does it make you feel good,
when they tell you what you want to hear?
And after they suck all your soul,
well that's when they'll disappear.
Disappear.
They disappear forever..

7/28/2008 8:15:14 PM

Baby we can talk all night
But that aint getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
Theres nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night
But thatll never change the way that I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldnt make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
Im tired of words and Im too hoarse to shout
But youve been cold to me so long
Im crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But -- there aint no way Im ever gonna love you
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad

Youll never find your gold on a sandy beach
Youll never drill for oil on a city street
I know youre looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there aint no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box

I cant lie
I cant tell you that Im something Im not
No matter how I try
Ill never be able
To give you something
Something that I just havent got



[Edited on July 28, 2008 at 8:24 PM. Reason : ]

7/28/2008 8:20:17 PM

8/4/2008 7:17:23 PM

why should my heart be any different?
everything that i own has got a dent

8/11/2008 10:34:45 PM