This Song is Country

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    Ode to a Redneck, lyrics by James Paul

    This Song is Country

    You couldn't have know her---
    Even had you tried.
    and back then---
    she wasn't even mine.

    There is a purpose to everything she does
    That's why this song is country.

    And where are you?
    Now that she's out and about
    She sees me
    faithfully

    She's always playing by the rules
    and you still turned out the fool
    I'm glad you left her to be free
    She's now at home loving me

    There is a purpose to everything she does.
    That's why this song is country.

    Your ship came in, but you missed the boat.
    Guess who she loves the most?
    I thank God it's me
    and for you stupidity

    Still talkin' and braggin' and hittin' the brew?
    Can't expect much more from you.
    and keep thinking every woman was made just for you
    you'll be lucky if you end with as many as two

    There is a purpose to everything she does.
    That's why this song is country.

    you're razor sharp
    while playing the harp
    in never-never land---
    her beautiful music sings in my ears...

    Something you could never hear---
    There is a purpose to everything she does.
    That's why this song is country.

    1990

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    Cryptics500 commented on This Song is Country

    03-10-2015

    Classic Lisa dressed sophisticated skank season

    Cryptics500 commented on This Song is Country

    03-10-2015

    never-mind -- Nevermore

    Cryptics500 commented on This Song is Country

    03-10-2015

    Missing an A- School Lighthouse

    Cryptics500 commented on This Song is Country

    03-10-2015

    Morning Warning will Robinson --

    Cryptics500 commented on This Song is Country

    03-10-2015

    Hint it's not blue

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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