I will hereby stop singing...

[Jay]

since my singing is not appreciated

Well, at least you're not listening to me sing for real........then you'd really be upset, heh

~J

[one]

Can't help but feel like we're makin' progress here.

[Jay]

: P ~ ~ ~

[joedog]

why stop now?
If you don't do it I will, and I listen to country

[ScarlettP]

Oh Ghod! Sing Jay! Sing Fast! Sing Loud!

[Jay]

*Grin* But, but, what about the secret critics who don't appreciate my singing and whine straight to the higher ups instead of talking to me or discussing it openly?..

Well, I guess we all have critics, don't we?..

Heh,

(La, la, .....LA, LA).......La, la........LA, LA


~J

[ScarlettP]

Anything is better than JoeDog singing country... or talking NASCAR. *Giggle*

[frogkissinglady]

what's wrong with talking NASCAR??

[ScarlettP]

Oh lord. Not another one.

[Copperhead]

NASCAR??? Yikes!

Please, Jay, sing! Sing!

Shall we make this a duet? We could start with one of Gary's favorites...Kumbayah!

[Christopher]

Country? Nascar?


I'm suddenly feeling the need for some Skoal.

[Copperhead]

Here's your spittoon. Don't spit on the floor or the furniture, now.

[joedog]

yea we gotta keep the new place clean.....
for a while anyways

[Copperhead]

Here's an oldie...

"There's a tear in my beer
'cuz I'm cryin' for you dear,
You've been on my lonesome mind.

[joedog]

BUT the true theme to CMF and if any one wants to argue.........

Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

and the unheard 3rd Verse:
I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
And everything is alright
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I'll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass

[Jay]

Now this is one I really like.....

"
I'd like to shoot you in the ass with a bb gun

Lay there in the tall grass and laugh at what I'd done

Put a blood blister upon each bun

I'd like to shoot you in the ass with a bb gun.
"

Roger Alan Wade: BB Gun

[joedog]

RAW! RAW! RAW!

[ScarlettP]

Or, my fave, that I only heard once and can't find WHO sang it to get a copy...

I've got friends in my crawl spaces
I met 'em in bars on a friendly bases
Now I keep 'em in jars
and flower vases

[kroisis]

WASN'T THAT A PARTY ?
(Tom Paxton)

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin.
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know,
But won't you look at the mess I'm in?
A head like a football, I think I'm going to die.
But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my,
Wasn't that a Party?

Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat.
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat.
They were talking about football. The cat was talking back,
Along about then everything went black.
Wasn't that a party

It sure it's just my memory,
Playing tricks on me,
but I believe I saw my buddy,
Sittin' up in my neighbours tree.

He was singin' a folk song;
Sounded pretty good.
Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn't made such a racket
Choppin' up my neighbor's wood.
It coulda been his wood pile.
It mighta been his door.
I know she musta got three or four,
But wasn't that a party?

Bill, and Joe and Tommy,
Went a little far.
They were sitting in the front yard,
Blowing on the siren,
Of somebody's police car.

And so you see, Your Honour,
It was all in fun.
That little bitty track meet down on main street,
Was just to see if the cops could run.
Well they run us down to see you,
In an alcoholic haze,
And I sure can use those thirty days.
But wasn't that a party?

....now I don't know any of the folks in this slideshow, but it was about the only place I could find a recording of this song online for those wishing to hear it sung...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPcBRGUHI34

[Diremaker]

.now I don't know any of the folks in this slideshow, but it was about the only place I could find a recording of this song online for those wishing to hear it sung...

Wasn't That A Party - The Irish Rovers circa 1980

[kroisis]

> Wasn't That A Party - The Irish Rovers circa 1980

The Rovers released it in 1981, originally by Tom Paxton and then covered by quite a few bands including The Rovers (prior to becoming the Irish Rovers) and The Oak Ridge Boys...

...what I was talking about were the people in the slide show that accompanied that youtube of it.

I don't have a CLUE who THEY are

[gridbug]

Now I keep 'em in jars
and flower vases

Don't be bringing that up - I have more flower vases...

[bignana]

NASCAR rules!!!! ;D

[Jay]

My singing is just better (and I can dance too)

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~J