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Originally Posted by oregontrucker
Hello It's Me-Todd Rundgren
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"Eat a lot
Sleep a lot Brush 'em like crazy... Run a lot Do a lot Never be lazy.." -"Mama Says" - The Beach Boys Nice little short ditty... used to drive my co-driver crazy until one day he complained that he had the damned thing stuck in his head... :wink: |
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before, But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through. Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road, You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode. Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can. Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand. Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away, Every ounce of energy, you try and give away, As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play. Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed, With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head, You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said. Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Ah here I go, playing star again. There I go, there I go. |
Bob Seger, good song..
Listening to a little Kenny Chesney, Brad Paisley, & Rascal Flatts |
Originally Posted by yoopr
On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before, But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. When your riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through. Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road, You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode. Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can. Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man You always see my number, you dont dare make a stand. Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away, Every ounce of energy, you try and give away, As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play. Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed, With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head, You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said. Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page. Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage. Ah here I go, playing star again. There I go, there I go. http://www.kokosuniverse.com/avi/turn_the_page.htm |
Kenny Chesney
Freedom People always tell me their life sotry Love they lost, their taste of glory He sat next to me at the counter in the diner Said i used to be wall street but this is much finer oh yea He had a leather look on a steal horse harley A dark eyed girlfriend he called charlie He looked a little lost walking out the door I think i knew what he was looking for Freedom, sweet Freedom I gased her up climbed back in my cab To my wife im a husband, to my kids im a dad To the credit card companies im just another sucker To the IRS a long hall trucker Oh Some say that freedoms the power do one pleases You can live like the devil or hold on to jesus I found the one thing i was born to do Girl thats why im running back to you Freedom, sweet freedom Oooh, He climbed up in my truck with his green duffelbag I knew he was a soldier cause i saw his dog tags We talked about it We cried about it Then a steel horse harley came roaring on past I knew it was charlie hannging on real fast We talked about it We laughed about it Through the joy and pain that living brings Dont we all want the same thing Freedom, sweet freedom Oh oooohhhh yea Its what the junkie needs that the needle cant give depressed and forgotten are praying for it Its what the brave and corrageous are fighting for An open sail on a distant shore Freedom |
I gotta brand new girlfriend! Can't remember the artist
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Fat Bottom Girls - Queen :lol:
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double post
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This thread had been dead for 7 months. Why resurect it?
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