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Know a girl
don’t believe in love at all
Hearts been broken
thrown against the wall
a little prison she builds on her own
take it or leave it
she’s movin on

Love’s a battle
can’t never be won
just let it alone
so she can have her fun
she’s out on the town
all the misery-o
if you’re goin out again
just give me a call

she’s a mystery
to me and herself
she might like you
but she loves herself
in her eyes all anger and fear
she ain’t gonna show it
won’t shed a tear

Pre-release version:
No Love

Wore out strings, know broken dreams,
empty glasses know broken hearts
Like a forest bereft of all streams,
they don’t like to be apart

Give it some time,
let nature take hold.
Forests ‘r like hearts,
they like to grow old

And he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled ’round corduroy pants.
Old age, new age,
we’ll meet in the middle
Singing the song of forbidden fiddle

Old rusty dinghy,
brand new cell phone
Best thing about
those they always see you home

He rows his boat
like she goes to the store
Buyin’ brand new clothes
she can’t afford

And he played the fiddle
while she would dance
short skirt twirled ’round corduroy pants.
Old age, new age,
we’ll meet in the middle
Singing the song of forbidden fiddle

Pre-Release Version:
Forbidden Fiddle

Tank full of gas
Cooler full of beer
And a hot girl by my side

Beach full of sand
Aint nothing planned
One thing on my mind

Jump in the ocean
Sun tan lotion
want me to apply?

wet bikini
dry martini
anchor over the side

gonna have ourselves a time tonight

find a cove
that no one knows
listening to prine

cookies and gin
put the hendricks in
another slice of lime

coke and whiskey
chicks are frisky
stars are out tonight

Huggin Kissin
Bathing suit missing
Better close the blinds

gonna have ourselves a time tonight
gonna have a sandy bed tonight
gonna have a sunburn tonight

Alternate version:
Have Ourselves a Good Time Tonight (5)

Douchebags everywhere
popped collars and stupid hair
baseball hat
at the perfect angle

Kegstands in the air
shotgun or funnel a beer
ice luge
with a shot of jaegar

Short skirt and makeup on
showing off a sexy thong
tramp stamp
that says i’m easy

all the guys think im hot
showing off what I got
and that aint much
but i’m horny

Red plastic cup
gonna go and fill it up
aint going home alone again

Red plastic cup
30 grand just to fill it up
But I’m hooking up again

I won’t call her in the morning
He’ll call me in the morning
hungover looking for
self-esteem

Listen Now!

Here’s a PDF that details my first attempt at making ribs in an oven.  I took pictures too, but it’s too late, and my stomach is too full to bother posting those…

Ribs in The Oven.PDF

Some people ask me how many drinks does it take
To write those songs, songs that you make
And I tell them I don’t know

So just stop asking cause when i’m talking to you
I’ve probably already had a few
and if  you aint careful
the next song
will be about you

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