Curtis Lowe…

On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
well he lived a lifetime playin the black man’s blues
and on the day he lost his life that’s all he had to lose.


To help you see better…

You are gonna need a microfying glass. 🙂


And the wind cries Mary…

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary


Bron-Y-Aur Stomp

Yeah, ain’t but one thing to do
Spend my nat’ral life with you,
You’re the finest dog I knew, so fine.
When you’re old and your eyes are dim,
There ain’t no old Shep gonna happen again,
We’ll still go walking down country lanes,
I’ll sing the same old songs,
Hear me call your name.♫♪♫


Janet is wise between her ears…

“I don’t poop every day unless I take that shit.”


“I really don’t do want to go inside.”