Sounds like a love song to me.
“I can’t get a spot on LIV Golf ‘cause I don’t have a multi-billion dollar company to sponsor me.” (Also applicable to NASCAR drivers.)
It’s good for the soul to release one’s self of past regrets and misdemeanors…
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And you say you’ve got me out of your system
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up dear
In the river of your plans I’m up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted
On your calendar of events I’m last week
Thank you very much
June you ’bout ready to come out and do this song with me
Right after this what we wanna do especially dedicated to Joe Bean
I see Joe here today, Joe was here last year
I see a lot of faces I saw last year, how you doin’, good to see y’all
A hell of a line good to see you in
Well they’re hanging Joe Bean this morning for killing a man in Arkansas
Funny thing about it Joe Bean never heard of the man
In fact Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas
On top of that today is Joe Bean’s twentieth birthday
What? What, you’re on the record what’d you say?
Yeah Joe Bean
I actually had an old friend call up to make amends forty years later. She had been young, artistic and erratic with weapons-grade PMS. (I know, not funny if you suffer from it.)
It’s all par of the healing process.
And how about that foot wedge on 16?
danketaz Premium Member over 1 year ago
Sounds like a love song to me.
MS72 over 1 year ago
“I can’t get a spot on LIV Golf ‘cause I don’t have a multi-billion dollar company to sponsor me.” (Also applicable to NASCAR drivers.)
Zebrastripes over 1 year ago
It’s good for the soul to release one’s self of past regrets and misdemeanors…
Daltongang Premium Member over 1 year ago
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And you say you’ve got me out of your system
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up dear
In the river of your plans I’m up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted
On your calendar of events I’m last week
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And you say you’ve got me out of your system
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
Thank you very much
June you ’bout ready to come out and do this song with me
Right after this what we wanna do especially dedicated to Joe Bean
I see Joe here today, Joe was here last year
I see a lot of faces I saw last year, how you doin’, good to see y’all
A hell of a line good to see you in
Well they’re hanging Joe Bean this morning for killing a man in Arkansas
Funny thing about it Joe Bean never heard of the man
In fact Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas
On top of that today is Joe Bean’s twentieth birthday
What? What, you’re on the record what’d you say?
Yeah Joe Bean
mistercatworks over 1 year ago
I actually had an old friend call up to make amends forty years later. She had been young, artistic and erratic with weapons-grade PMS. (I know, not funny if you suffer from it.)
Frank Burns Eats Worms over 1 year ago
It’s all par of the healing process.
Brent Rosenthal Premium Member over 1 year ago
And how about that foot wedge on 16?