The will of the “wasp”.
I guess as soon as Tarzan has this guy grabbed in a “full Nelson”, he’ll start to “whip” like a child..
Blackjack County Chains
Song by Del McCoury Band
“I was standin’ by the road in Black Jack County
Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty
For men like me who didn’t have a penny to their name
He locked my legs in 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
All we had to eat was bread and water
Every day we had to build his road, a mile and a quarter
A black snake whip would sting our backs
If some poor fool complained
But we couldn’t fight back wearin’ 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
And one night as the Sheriff lay sleepin’
We all gathered ‘round him, slowly creepin’
Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain
When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
The wounds have all healed and I’m thankful
And there’s nothin’ left but scars around my ankle
The best of all, no man will ever be a slave again
To a black snake whip and 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
Best of all, no man will ever be a slave again"
Anything to stretch a tale which already a stretch eh.
Tarzan will soon whip him into shape……..
“We now pause for the Sunday Tarzan…in colour!”
Why did the tune by Queen pop into my head? “Another one bites the dust”
What are “the ape manners”? Flinging excrement? Picking lice?
Everybody still seems to be forgetting that the slaves still have all of the guns.
There ya go, Trig….make sure you take a big swig of poor old Donald McNab’s rot-gut whiskey before you tangle with Tarzan….it will be your last!
SHAKEDOWNCITY 9 months ago
The will of the “wasp”.
in-dubio-pro-rainbow 9 months ago
I guess as soon as Tarzan has this guy grabbed in a “full Nelson”, he’ll start to “whip” like a child..
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace 9 months ago
Blackjack County Chains
Song by Del McCoury Band
“I was standin’ by the road in Black Jack County
Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty
For men like me who didn’t have a penny to their name
He locked my legs in 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
All we had to eat was bread and water
Every day we had to build his road, a mile and a quarter
A black snake whip would sting our backs
If some poor fool complained
But we couldn’t fight back wearin’ 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
And one night as the Sheriff lay sleepin’
We all gathered ‘round him, slowly creepin’
Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain
When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
The wounds have all healed and I’m thankful
And there’s nothin’ left but scars around my ankle
The best of all, no man will ever be a slave again
To a black snake whip and 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
Best of all, no man will ever be a slave again"
Gent 9 months ago
Anything to stretch a tale which already a stretch eh.
BigDaveGlass 9 months ago
Tarzan will soon whip him into shape……..
NoDice 9 months ago
“We now pause for the Sunday Tarzan…in colour!”
sundogusa 9 months ago
Why did the tune by Queen pop into my head? “Another one bites the dust”
Izzy Moreno 9 months ago
What are “the ape manners”? Flinging excrement? Picking lice?
Old Comic Strip Lover 9 months ago
Everybody still seems to be forgetting that the slaves still have all of the guns.
profkatz 9 months ago
There ya go, Trig….make sure you take a big swig of poor old Donald McNab’s rot-gut whiskey before you tangle with Tarzan….it will be your last!