Rocky Raccoon

The Beatles

Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
A Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival.

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South Dakota Times-Tribune

Local-Area Man Seeking Vengance Recieves Only More Humiliation
by Anthony Watson

It seems that a hopeless romantic living just outside one of our mining towns was involved in a near-fatal gun fight. Our sources, an eyewitness giving only his first name, Paul, was unsure whether the events occured in Deadwood or in one of our smaller towns. The rest of his account, however, was quite clear and amazing in its pathetic details. The young man, a Mr. Rocky Raccoon, after his girlfriend left him for a man named Dan, swore revenge. The girlfriend, Magil--Nancy to her friends, answers to the name of Lil, was not able to be reached for comment. Her family has gone on record stating that Rocky and Nancy never actually dated, that he was merely infatuated with her. Our source claims that Mr. Raccoon entered town with a firearm intended to "shoot off the legs of his rival," the cuckolding Dan. After checking into a local inn and purusing the copy of the Bible left in his room by the Gideons, Rocky, gun in hand, went to the hoe down at the bar to seek his revenge. Rocky challanged Dan immediatly, pointing his gun at the two lovers and calling him "Danny Boy"--a nickname which Dan is known to hate. Angry, Dan drew his gun and shot Rocky in the gut before either had a chance to think. Having collapsed with a yelp, the bartender called for the doctor, who, drunk on martinis, stumbled in and reclined on the pool table, giving only this diagnosis "Rocky you met your match." This was enough, it seems, to fix up Rocky, for he began to claim that he was fine and already feeling better. Rocky left the bar and, injured, limped back to his room, where he again consulted the room's Bible. The inspiring words of the Lord, claims our source, were very consoling to Rocky.

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Christine Achico

Original
BOY NAMED SUE
By: Johnny Cash

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.'

Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.'

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.'

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
>From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down but, to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!

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SLANT:

A man was once married to a woman, and together they had a son. Even though he loved his son very much, the man knew that his wandering ways would lead him away from his family someday, so he prepared the boy for a tough life the day he was born.

Several years later, the same man was escaping the mid-July heat by having a drink and playing cards in a bar in Gatlinburg. He had just dealt a new hand when a young man came bursting through the door. The boy looked at a photograph and then at a scar on the old man's face. The boy approached the old man, introduced himself as "Sue," and warned the old man of his looming demise.

The boy promptly punched the old man in the face, and instinctively, the old man jumped up with his knife and lashed out at the boy in defense.

The fight escalated as the pair tumbled into the muddy street. The boy, whose youth gave him strength, fought hard, but the old man fought harder to keep the boy from killing him. The old man could feel the fight leaving him, so as a last resort, he drew his gun.

But the boy was faster. As he stared down the cold barrel, the old man thought that the boy at least deserved to hear the truth behind his embarrassing namesake, and maybe he would spare the old man's life.

The old man explained to the boy that the reason why he named him "Sue" was because he cared about him, but one day he knew that he would have to leave him. And if no one else would be around to make the boy tough and a fighter, maybe he could learn how to defend himself if enough people were giving him a reason to fight.

It worked. The boy dropped his gun, and the old man's life was saved. Much to the old man's surprise, the boy gathered him up in a hug, and their father-son relationship was saved as well.

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Since the iPhone launched, almost 30% of the handsets sold in the US have been unlocked using hacking tools found on the internet. Customers of consumer electronics giant Apple risked damage to their multi-hundred dollar phones because, for whatever reason, they object to having their device tied to the AT&T network.

Condensed Narrative:

On Monday morning, God affirmed the belief of the faithful by responding to the entreaties of a paralyzed seven-year-old boy, who had earnestly prayed to the Lord that he might walk again. The answer to the prayers of Timmy Yu, who lost the use of his lower limbs in an automobile accident several years ago, took place in the Children’s Special Care Ward of St. Luke’s Hospital. Inspired by the unshakeable faith of the small, fragile child, God’s miraculous intervention provided moving testament to the all-encompassing love He bestows upon the members of His earthly congregation.

Source Article:

God Answers Prayers Of Paralyzed Little Boy
DECEMBER 9, 1998

SAN FRANCISCO–For as long as he can remember, 7-year-old Timmy Yu has had one precious dream: From the bottom of his heart, he has hoped against hope that God would someday hear his prayer to walk again. Though many thought Timmy's heavenly plea would never be answered, his dream finally came true Monday, when the Lord personally responded to the wheelchair-bound boy's prayer with a resounding no.

"I knew that if I just prayed hard enough, God would hear me," said the joyful Timmy, surrounded by stuffed animals sent by well-wishing Christians from around the globe, as he sat in the wheelchair to which he will be confined for the rest of his life. "And now my prayer has been answered. I haven't been this happy since before the accident, when I could walk and play with the other children like a normal boy."

God's response came at approximately 10 a.m. Monday, following a particularly fervent Sunday prayer session by little Timmy. Witnesses said God issued His miraculous answer in the form of a towering column of clouds, from which poured forth great beams of Divine light and the music of the Heavenly Hosts. The miraculous event took place in the Children's Special Care Ward of St. Luke's Hospital, where Timmy goes three times a week for an excruciating two-hour procedure to drain excess fluid from his damaged spinal column.

Said Angela Schlosser, a day nurse who witnessed the Divine Manifestation: "An incredible, booming voice said to Timmy, 'I am the Lord thy God, who created the rivers and the mountains, the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars. Before Me sits My beloved child, whose faith is that of the mustard seed from which grows mighty and powerful things. My child, Timmy Yu, I say unto you thus: I have heard your prayers, and now I shall answer them. No, you cannot get out of your wheelchair. Not ever."

Paralyzed in a 1996 auto accident that also claimed the lives of both his parents, Timmy has served as a shining example to his fellow churchgoers at Lord In Heaven On High Church, inspiring others with his simple, heartfelt devotion. Now that Timmy has received an answer, Christians the world over are celebrating his story as a stirring testament to the power of faith.

"The Lord has answered a little boy's plea to know if he would ever walk again, and that answer was no," Rev. H. Newman Gunther of the San Francisco School Of Divinity said. "For years, this boy had been plagued by the question of whether or not he would ever walk, and now Our Lord, in his wisdom and mercy, has forever laid to rest any lingering doubt. Young Timmy can rest assured in the immutable truth that the Lord has bestowed upon him. Now and for all time, he finally knows that he will never escape the cruel prison of his chair of iron, for God hath willed it so. Praise be to God!"

Asked for comment, God said: "This kind-hearted child's simple prayer hath moved Me. Never before have I seen such faith. His trusting soul, so full of innocent devotion to Me, hath offered seventy times seven prayers asking, 'God? Can I please walk again?' It was indeed right and fitting that I, in My infinite wisdom, should share with him the One True Answer to this long-repeated question he put before Me."

"My will be done," God added.

Witnesses to the miracle said Timmy begged God for several minutes to change His mind and heal his shattered vertebrae, but the Lord stood firm.

"God strongly suggested that Timmy consider praying to one of the other intercessionary agents of Divine power, like Jesus, Mary or maybe even a top saint," Timmy's personal physician, Dr. William Luttrell, said. "The Lord stressed to Timmy that it was a long shot, but He said he might have better luck with one of them."

Despite all the attention he has received, Timmy remains humble in the face of his newfound notoriety as the only human ever to have a prayer directly answered by God Himself.

"I know that God loves me, because it says so in the Bible," Timmy said. "So right now, I am just glad that God took the time to answer my prayer. If only I could walk, this would be the greatest day of my life."

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John Michael Montgomery "Life's a Dance"
When I was fourteen I was falling fast
For a blue eyed girl in my homeroom class
Trying to find the courage to ask her out
Was like trying to get oil from a waterspout
What she would have said I can't say
I never did ask and she moved away
But I learned something from my blue eyed girl
Sink or swim you gotta give it a whirl

Life's a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Don't worry about what you don't know
Life's a dance you learn as you go

The longer I live the more I believe
You do have to give if you wanna recieve
There's a time to listen, a time to talk
And you might have to crawl even after you walk
Had sure things blow up in my face
Seen the longshot, win the race
Been knocked down by the slamming door
Picked myself up and came back for more

Life's a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Don't worry about what you don't know
Life's a dance you learn as you go

While in middle school in Austin, Texas, I was fourteen and had the biggest crush on this beautiful girl with blue eyes that I had class with. Because I was in the midst of puberty, I was little more than a feral ball of confusion. My blue-eyed beauty moved away before I ever got the balls to ask her out. I have no idea what she might have said, and I never will, which is much worse than a “no.” But I did learn something from my dreadful experience with indecision: hit or miss, you have to give it a shot. Since then I live by the idea that life is much like a dance, sometimes I find myself taking the lead with ladies, but to my surprise sometimes they will approach me. This chaotic system of give and take has also led me to the realization that life is chaotic. I ended up losing my virginity before I had even reached second base. I think I’ve got to retrace some steps I missed, but there’s a time for everything. I’ve learned that if I’m persistent enough and learn to let life roll, everything’s going to turn out smoothly-- a lot like a dance.

Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens

Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

Expansion by Paul Montoya:

The phone was left hanging from a wire when the boy collapsed against the refrigerator hugging his bony knees to his chest. Shocked, he sat there crying along with the voice on the phone. It was his girlfriend's father's. She had bone cancer. In the morning, when he felt strong enough to see her, he found her sitting indian style against the screen door reading the bible. The way the white sunlight seemed to dance around her blonde hair and her golden shoulders, she looked just like an angel. She seemed normal, joking and laughing about how her father had spent the night in jail for drunkenly crashing his car into a navy yard when he found out about her condition. Afraid to upset her, the boy hid his pain the best he could. Forcing a smile, he took a golden flower and a small stone with their initials carved onto it out of his pocket and placed it on her thigh for good luck. She started crying. Feeling his own eyes welling up, the boy grabbed her lips and put them onto his. For the next few Tuesdays at Bible study, the couple's youth group would stand around the girl and pray for her to heal but it was to no avail. Cleaning his house on a Saturday, the boy found one of the first notes his girlfriend ever wrote him and reminisced over everything they had done together. His untied shoelaces reminded him of a particularly fond memory and he couldn't help but to be moved to tears. The next day, while both the boy and the girls family waited at the hospital, the nurse came in with a solemn look on her young face. They all knew what it meant. A cardinal crashed against the glass hospital door, but the boy was unmoved. To him, the entire world was crashing down. The girls wake was held on Casimir Pulaski Day. Through the staind glass window in the old church, the dim winter haze seeped through, making shadows on her body. To the boy, she almost seemed to be breathing. Walking home with his chin resting on his chest, the boy struggled to make sense of how God could take someone so dear to him. Finally, he pulled his head to face the sky, searching for an answer in the clouds. There, he saw his love's beaming face, she was waiting for him.

"Moving Oleta"
by Reba McEntire (Room to Breathe Album: 11/11/2003)

Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done
The nurse's saw an old woman crying, but he saw the love of his life
She don't know where she is, but she knows this isn't home
Love is a hard, hard road

He met her in the summer of '37
In a brush harbor down on the Rush Creek shore
He loved her black hair and the mischief in her smile
But she won him with her eyes
All the years and children grow
He still sees her the same
Love is a hard, hard road

He woke up each morning and drove into town
He stayed all day 'till her dinner came
Then he took her to her room, leaned on her wheelchair like a walker
And covered her with a quit that she made
Only God and a couple of nurses helped the old man shoulder the road
Love is a hard, hard road

And he said
They tell me this is all that's left
Say this hell on earth is best
I list all those reasons and I still don't understand it
He cursed his body old and weak
Tears of failure burned his cheek
And he said
Oh, don't you know I prayed to die before this day
Love is a hard, hard road

There's a shadow much darker than the valley of death
When you fear the reaper might not come today
They line 'em up in La-z-boys out in the sunroom
The TV keeps the quiet away
She can't recall his name
And she's the only love he's known
Love is a hard, hard road
Love is a hard road

Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done

...........Condensed Draft............

A man who had been married to his wife for over fifty years had to move her to a nursing home. It was the hardest thing he’d done. Oleta, the man’s wife, knew the nursing home was not her home. The man approached his wife during summer of 1937 and knew she attracted him with her eyes. As one, they watched their children have children until her memory was no more. As time progressed he woke up each morning and drove into town and left without a fret or frown. One day Oleta had a bad day (at the nursing home) and it was God and the nurses that led him to say “Oh, don’t you know I prayed to die before this day”. The man was left in despair, because his wife forgot his name and her thoughts of him were slowly drifting away. Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he’d done.

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In a bid at raising their geopolitical strength, China and Iran may soon partner up further, with a possible new Chinese base in the Persian Gulf. Though not official yet, recent interactions between the two countries such as Iranian natural gas sales to China, and a multi-billion dollar deal by Chinese oil refiner Sinopec to develop Iran's Yadavaran oil field suggest a quickly growing relationship. Such moves by the two countries, building upon their recent links on the energy and trade fronts, may be read as efforts to oppose U.S. control in the oil region. In addition, unprecedented Chinese arms sales to Iran, and Iran's new observer status in the Russian-Chinese cooperation organization (Shanghai Cooperation Organization), are all moves that would potentially create the U.S.-Islamabad, U.S.-India, type of a link between the two, aiming to project power in the critical region. If such a deal were to finalize, China would then have a newfound advantage over the key Straight of Hormuz, and the most strategic of oil passageways in the region, which would undoubtedly threaten U.S. hegemony in the area.

Brad Paisley
"I'm gonna miss her"

Well I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today
She'd be packin' all her things
And she'd be gone by noon

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Now there's a chance that if I hurry
I could beg her to stay
But that water's right
And the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite
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Mr. Paisley is a man who loves his wife and also a man who loves to fish. On this particular day Mrs. Paisley meets Mr. Paisley at the door and presents him with a proposition: “You have to pick, fishing or me. And if you go out to that fishing hole today I’m going to pack all of my things and be out of here by noon.” After shortly contemplating his choices he heads for the fishing hole. After fishing for a short while Mr. Paisley begins to think that perhaps he has made the wrong choice and that if he moves quickly, he might be able to make it back home before his wife leaves. Maybe on any other day he would have gone back home but on this day the water and weather were perfect for fishing. Mr. Paisley then acknowledges the fact that he is going to miss her and the even more important fact that he’s just gotten a bite.

Incubus
11 am
Morning View

Seven am;
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
But I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But, then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Eleven am,
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear.
Forgive my indecision... I am only a man.

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But, then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope its you.

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But, then again, the day has come and I want off that ride.

Narrative Exercise (Condensed Narrative):

At seven a.m. a man awakes to the sound of a garbage truck beeping and wonders if he could rewind the previous day. He feels as though he has missed the best part of his day because of indecision over a loved one. At eleven a.m. he is still lying in bed hiding from his choices. He never thought he wanted his loved one but realizes now that she is gone he wants her more than ever because he is afraid of being alone. He remains indecisive because he is unsure whether to commit to her. He sees that she is independent and attractive, but wonders if the attraction will go stale. Now the time is twelve p.m. and the mans phone is ringing. He jumps up to answer hoping the caller is his loved one.

When i first saw you, i already new. I was breaking my own heart when i fell for you. I met a big moment of lovers' taboo, when I let my mine wander it brings me right back there to you...heyy..yea

Got a beautiful house with the city lights few. No white picked fence, no porch swing for two. But the lights they just sparkle like your eyes used to do, when i let my mind wander it brings me right back there to you.
"ohh back to you" heyy "back you"
back there to you
"ooo back to you" yea "back to you"

I'll get away, here's my chance to be free. Cause I can't stay tied down to something I don't see. But why do I stay married to all those memories, when i let my mind wander it brings me right back there to you. Oh yea. When i let my mind wander it bring me right back..
[Back To You lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

"ohh back to you" "back to you"
right back to you
"ooo back to you" yea "back to you"

How will you find me through the thunder and rain. "thunder and rain" Cast away these clouds, to feel so much pain. Everytime that I try "I try" Everytime that i fly "I fly" Everytime that I say goodbye, it's cause i'm missing you. I'm missing you. Yea. Ohh. When I want to be it bring me right back.

I should find peace in the still of the night. I lye awake cause your not by my side. These arms of mine left empty cause your not in my life. But i let my mind wander it bring me right back there to you. Heyy. I let my mind wander it brings me right back there to you. I let my mind wander it brings me right back there to you. "ooo back to you" yea "back to you" When i let my mind wander it brings me right back..back there to you. Back there to you. Back there to you. Back there to you.

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Looking through a clear glass, front door of a white house, a girl stares aimlessly at distanced city lights. While standing there she remembers all the things she wanted to share with her man, yet never did. She realizes her relationship has come to an end, but she can't help but think of her ex. Through the heartache of her recently terminated relationship, she tries to "fly" or move on with her life; yet she can't. She hopes that he'll try to find her and perhaps work something out so that she won't feel anymore pain. As the blonde beauty heads for bed, she lyes in the still night, not able to fall asleep because her man isn't lying next to her. As she continues to lye there, she continues to think of him and all of the memories they shared.

Artist: Underwood Carrie
Song: All-American Girl
Album: Carnival Ride

Since the day they got married,
He'd been praying for a little baby boy.
Someone he could take fishing,
Throw the football and be his pride and joy.
He could already see him holding that trophy,
Taking his team to state.
But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket,
All those big dreams changed.

CHORUS
And now he's wrapped around her finger,
She's the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.

Sixteen short years later,
She was falling for the senior football star.
Before you knew it he was dropping passes,
Skipping practice just to spend more time with her.

The coach said "Hey son, what's your problem? Tell me, have you lost your mind?"
Daddy said "You'll lose your free ride to college. Boy you better tell her goodbye".

CHORUS
But now he's wrapped around her finger,
She's the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American...

And when they got married and decided to have one of their own,
She said "Be honest, tell me what do you want?"
And he said "Honey, you oughta know... Sweet, little, beautiful... one just like you. Oh a beautiful, wonderful, perfect
All-American..."

Now he's wrapped around her finger,
She's the center of his whole world.
And his heart belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.
Oh American Girl.

Narration Exercise:

Ever since the couple got married they had been praying to for a baby boy that they could take fishing, throw the football with, and take pictures holding a trophy from the state team. As the nurse walked holding the newborn baby in a pink blanket all of the couple’s previous dreams changed. Even though the couple’s plans for their baby had to change, the father immediately fell in love with his “beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American Girl.” After sixteen years the baby girl grew up and now crushed on the senior football star. It was evident that the football player had mutual feelings when he became distracted at practice when he dropped passes and skipped practice to be with her. The football coach questioned the football star about the distraction and warned him that his potential college football scholarship could be lost. The football player’s heart belonged to his girlfriend, the perfect All-American girl. The two married and decided to have a baby. The wife questioned her husband on if he wanted a boy or a girl and the husband answered that he wanted “one just like you,” another All American girl.

Nashville Blues by Cory Morrow

Late one morning I just packed my things
Burned all my bills and I hopped on a plane
I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
They said "Don't let us catch you, you owe us your life"

Well the plane was headed east and so I was
Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
They found me in a day or two
Now I'm flat busted in jail fightin' the Nashville Blues

Chorus
I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors
Townes Van Zandt, he died to soon
But now he's up there with Hank
And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues

Well the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies
Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou
I'm too young to have a point of view
But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues
Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Chorus
Fightin' the Nashville Blues ain't fun no
It takes it's toll upon your mind
But all the great ones have been there too
And they're all fightin' the Nashville Blues
Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Well I moved back to Austin to try to make a living
But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women
And i'm stuck inside of this 8x12 room
And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigarettes and booze

And my face in wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin'
And I get on my knees and I get to prayin'
But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes
And the Lord only knows I'm just fightin' the Nashville Blues

Chorus
I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon
I think Chris and Merle are songwriting saviors
And old Keith Whitley he died to soon
But now he's up there with Hank
And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues

Well the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies
Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou
I'm too young to have a point of view
But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues
Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Condensed narrative-

One morning, a man in trouble with the law decided to flee from his problems. He burned his bills, packed his bags, and caught a plane to Tennessee. The authorities found him several days later and put him in jail. To comfort himself from his sorrows, the man spent time reminiscing about the better days of country music. He thought of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and Waylon Jennings, among others. He lamented the songwriters of today (hillbillies and women), and committed himself to fighting the Nashville Blues. The Nashville Blues are the result of the current country culture, which has not held up the standards of men such as Merle Haggard- a songwriting savior. He moved to Austin to make a life for himself after getting out of jail. Texas women, however, posed a significant distraction, and he soon found himself in jail yet again. The toll on his mind was significant, but he committed himself to fighting the Nashville Blues.

George Strait: I Can Still Make Cheyenne

Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine
She heard his voice on the other end of the line
She wondered what was wrong this time
She never knew what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him it could be anything
And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind.

He said, "It's cold out here and I'm all alone,
I didn't make the short go again and I'm coming home.
I know I've been away too long.
I never got a chance to write or call
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon and honey is there something wrong?"

She said, "Don't bother comin' home.
By the time you get here I'll be long gone.
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man."
He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this.
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss.
But it's alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.

He left that phone danglin' off the hook
Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look
Then he just walked away
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line
With a little luck he could still get there in time
And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say.

She said, "Don't bother comin' home.
By the time you get here I'll be long gone.
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man."
He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this.
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss.
But it's alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.

------------------------- My Translation -------------------------

The life of an aspiring rodeo professional is difficult, our main character in this story illustrates this quite well. Leaving his home life behind to chase his dreams, our rodeo star bounces through north western Wyoming; his specialty is calf roping, but he continuously falls short against the competition. After a number of failures, our rodeo man gives up. He calls his wife at home, tells her he's making the long drive south, and is finally coming home. On the other end of the wire though, things aren't too optimistic... His wife has left him for another - more dependable - man, and the home he left is no longer how he imagines it in his mind. He turns to the only life he has left now - the rodeo life - and continues his travels. The famous Cheyenne rodeo is next on the schedule; maybe he'll get his big break this time.

-Daniel Kietzer

Original:

Puppies for Sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about
Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he
Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the
Eyes of a little boy.
Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle,"Here,Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four
little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain
link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little
ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid.
Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling
toward the others, doing its best to catch up....
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't
want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down,
and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed
a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself
To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said,
"You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

http://www.indianchild.com/puppies_for_sale.htm

Narrative:
A farmer had a litter of puppies that he wanted to sell from his dog Dolly. As he was posting his sign that read puppies for sale he felt someone tugging at his pant. When he turned he saw that it was a small boy looking up at him. The farmer asked what he could do for the little boy and of course the little boy wanted to buy a puppy. The farmer told the boy that the puppies would cost quite a bit of money because they came from two good parents. Looking a bit disappointed, the little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out thirty-nine cents for the man, and asked if it was enough to at least see the little puppies. The farmer went ahead and called for his dog Dolly. Dolly and four of the puppies came running out of a dog house, where they were in towards the fence where the little boy was at. Looking out towards the yard the little boy noticed another little puppy coming out of the dog house slowly and wobbly. As the last puppy came struggling towards the fence the little boy said that he wanted that last one that came out. The farmer replied to the boy that he probably didn’t want that one because it was never going to be able to run and play around like one of the other one’s. As the boy heard his comment he lifted up one of his pant legs and revealed and metal brace that hooked to a special shoe on his leg. The boy replied I too cannot run and play like others and that puppy will need someone to understand what he is going through.

Anadeli De Jesus

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can’t see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exceptional earner
you want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! This just in'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who’s flippin’ me off
Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc
End up settlin’ in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for stpippin' on the streets’
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?

[Piece Of Me lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'
(you want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece piece Piece of me…

You want a piece of me?

I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'
(You want a piece of me)

I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'
(You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'
(You want a piece of me)

You want a piece of me
You want a piece of me

New:

Britney Spears has been the American dream since she was 17, but being in the public eye isn’t all it is cracked up to be. According to Spears, in the last few months “Don’t matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines, they [are] still gon[going to] put pictures of my derrière in the magazine[s]”. Ms. Spears claims that this bad media karma has arisen because she is a working mother and also that, despite the media’s allegations; she is still an exceptional earner regardless of her children. Continuing to chastise the media, Spears expresses disgust with the media’s constant harassment and attempts to provoke her in public. According to Spears, the media just wants to get her involved in a lawsuit. Naming several titles that the media has given her “Ms. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, Ms. Oh My God That Britney ‘s Shameless, Ms. Extra Extra This Just In, and Ms. She’s Too Big Now She’s Too Thin” Spears belittles the people who believe the media’s stories. “You want a piece of me,” says Spears.

ORIGINAL: “Little Girl and the Dreadful Snake” by Bill Monroe

https://webspace.utexas.edu/gmm567/12%20Little%20Girl%20%26%20the%20Drea...

Our darling wandered far away
While she was out at play
Lost in the woods she couldn't hear a sound
She was our darling girl
The sweetest thing in all the world
We searched for her but she couldn't be found

I heard the screams of our little girl far away
Hurry daddy there's an awful dreadful snake
I ran as fast as I could though the dark and worried woods
But I reached our darling girl too late

Oh, I began to sigh; I knew that soon she'd have to die
For the snake was warning me close by
I held her close to my face she said Daddy kill that snake
It's getting dark tell Mommy goodbye

* Refrain

To all parents I must say don't let your children stray away
They need your love to guide them along
Oh, God, I pray we'll see our darling someday
It seems I still hear her voice around our home

* Refrain

NEW CONDENSED VERSION:

A little girl got lost while playing in the woods. The girl’s parents searched for her but were unable to find her. After some time, the father heard his daughter’s distant screams for him to come and save her from a snake. The father rushed through the woods to help the girl, but she had already been bitten by the time he found her. The father then realized his daughter was going to die. As he held her, the girl expressed her dying wishes, which were that he kill the snake and tell her mother that she said goodbye. After her death, the father urged all parents to be vigilant about their children’s whereabouts.

Gordon Muir

Mama Tried by Merle Haggard

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Narrative:

Despite the efforts of his mother, a man is now incarcerated. From his penitentiary he recalls his childhood and traces the roots of his journey to jail. The man acknowledges the fact that being in prison is his fault and not his mother's. Since he can remeber, he always wanted to leave town and explore his rebellious side even though his mother did everything she could to make him mature into a nice, well-mannered young man. The man's father died when he was a child, and the man's mother took over both parental roles in the family. She recognized her son's rebellious ways and attempted to mitigate his problems by making him go to church and pleading with him to calm down, but the man could not be tamed. Although the man came from a humble and good family with good kids, the man could not be changed, and he ended up a life sentence in prison.

Philip A. Kerr

NEW: Expansion on "The Tide"

A mother and her three children lived on the warm coast of Southern California. Veronica, the oldest of the children, is particularly excited this summer because she expects to get her first kiss from a boy she's liked for a while. Her younger sister, Vaida, isn't concerned with boys at this point; unless of course they can help her make a wicked sandcastle or play a game of chicken-- see who can swim out the farthest before getting scared and turning back. She used to play with her little brother all the time, Dade, but he hasn't really been interested in playing this summer. All he does is sit out on the dock alone, skipping rocks.

The problem isn't that Dade wasn't interested in playing games anymore. Dade's mind was somewhere else. It was with his father, who left the family a few months ago. Their mother hoped a summer on the beach would help the kids to get their mind of their father and experience the joys of childhood once again. But Dade wasn't buying into the diversion. He sat there at the dock and looked at his sisters playing, looked out at the beach and the water and wondered how it is people can be so happy when love has been lost.

He goes inside to his mother's bedside and speaks to her what he's been thinking about there out on the dock. His mother who tells him that he shouldn't spend his summer waiting there on the dock. He needed to take a plunge into the water. He shouldn't for his father to return--wait for his love to return. She tells him that he needs to live for the moment because that is all one has. Love isn't real. Love isn't Heaven. A moment in life when you actually feel alive-- that's what's real. That is Heaven.

The next day is just as bright and beautiful as the day before. This time Dade gives the dock a break and plays a game of chicken with his two sisters. The children are laughing together and Dade for once is actually enjoying his summer. But the tide sweeps them out too far and before they know it the kids are afraid they can't return to shore safely. Vaida, the fastest of the swimmers, has gone out especially far and is panicking as the realizes the tide has swept her out further than she realized. She begins to scream and kick. Veronica swims out to her and Dade starts yelling for his mother...

...But she can't hear them. She is still in bed. She fell ill from a broken heart the moment her husband left and hasn't been able to leave that moment behind. She never heard the moment her children's voices were calling out to her and she didn't notice the moment when they stopped.

Love is real. Love is so real that summer the absence of it took the lives of four.

ORIGINAL: "The Tide" By Spill Canvas

And there's three, count 'em-three
Children playing on the beach.
They were eager to learn,
To be taught, and to teach

There's Veronica;
She's biting her lip
As she watches the waves turn white at the tip.
And there's Vaida;
Radiating with joy,
And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.
And lastly there's Dade;
His hair dances in the wind,
And he's wondering what love is,
And why it has to end.

And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly;
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die.
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive
So live for the moment.
And take this advice, live by every word,
Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard
And live for the moment now.

And there's three, count 'em-three
Children growing on the beach.
They were eager to learn,
To be taught, and to teach

There's Veronica;
She's licking her lips
As she waits for her real, first passionate kiss.
And there's Vaida;
She can't admit her jealousy
Of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty.(and how she's so pretty)
And lastly there's Dade;
Still sitting on the dock,
Ponders his life, and he skips his rocks.
And he wonders when his father will return,
But he's not coming back.

And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly;
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die,
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive,
So live for the moment.
And take this advice, live by every word,
Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard.

(Forget everything)

And there's three, count 'em-three
Children missing from the beach.
They were eager to learn,
To be taught, and to teach.

But the sad thing
Is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen
Due to neglect from their mother
Who was bed ridden by her ex-lover, their father.
And she didn't even notice, or pay much attention
As the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean.
Now all her advice, it seems useless.

Well, heaven's not a place that you go when you die.
It's that moment in life when you touch her and you feel alive.
So live for the moment.
And take this advice, live by every word,
Love's completely real,
So forget anything that you have heard,
And live for the moment now.

KENNY ROGER’S

The Gambler Lyrics

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with a gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
so if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

When he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
chrousx3

Narrative Exercise

On a warm summer night on board a train bound for no particular destination a man was feeling restless wallowing in self pity. Then all of a sudden the man bumped

into an old gambler, who like himself was feeling restless. After both stared out the window at the darkness passing by, they succumbed to their boredom and began to

converse. The old man broke the ice, acknowledging that it was obvious the quiet man was down on his luck. He told the man he could see it in his eyes, as he made

his living by reading people’s expressions. He then offered to give the younger man some words of wisdom in exchange for a swig of whiskey and a puff of a cigarette.

The young man concurred, so the older man embarked his wisdom. He told him you have to learn in life, you can’t always stand your ground in life; sometimes you have

to know when to retreat. He also told him that every situation has a right way and a wrong way, depending on the situation and to be careful to play his cards right

in every opportunity that presents itself. After he gave the advice he put out the cigarette and went to sleep. Somewhere in the night the old gambler passed away,

but his final words were advice that the younger man would always take to heart.

Charlie Daniels, Devil Went Down to Georgia Lyrics
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Artist: Daniels Charlie
Song: Devil Went Down to Georgia
Album: A Decade of Hits
Charlie Daniels Sheet Music
Charlie Daniels CDs

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

Slant:

Lucifer rode is chariot to the Land of the Peaches in order to find some companionship, as his dwelling was feeling lonesome. He was sad and was hoping to find someone who would return with him and be his friend.

When he arrived in the Land of the Peaches, he immediately began introducing himself to people. He soon met a seemingly nice fellow named Johnny. Johnny was playing a fiddle and appeared to be quite content.

Lucifer approached Johnny and asked, “May I join you in the playing of this fine instrument?”

Johnny replied, “Well, I don’t know. What if we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?” asked Lucifer.

“Well, let’s have a little fiddle contest. If you win, then I will be your friend and go with you. If I win, then you will give me a shinny fiddle made of gold.”

Lucifer thought, “Well, that sounds wonderful!”

Lucifer began by playing his fiddle as well as he could. When he finished, he was very proud of himself.

Then, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Johnny played extraordinarily. When he finished, Lucifer bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat. He gave the golden fiddle to Johnny and sadly returned to his home, still friendless.

While wearing them baggy sweatpants and them Reeboks with the straps (or possibly them apple-bottom jeans and them boots with the fur), Shawty, who was hot like a toasta, professional, and drinkin' X and O, got low. First, she turned around and gave that big booty a smack. Secondly, she hit the floor, gaining the attention of the whole club. Lastly, Shawty got low low low low low low low low. T-Pain or possible Flo Rida then offered her money in exchange for sexual favors. Shawty went for about three grand (i.e. "three stacks") and allowed herself to be folded like a pornography poster. The time of her first getting low is unknown, but she did still want it at two in the mawnin. It is believed that she worked the pole because she knew that someone had the bank roll.

THE ORIGINAL STORY FROM FLO RIDA AND T-PAIN:

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 1:]
I ain’t never seen nuthin that’ll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain’t the same when it’s up that close
Make it rain, I’m makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I’m into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain’t a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that’ll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that’s three grand)
What you think I’m playin baby girl

I’m the man, I’ll bend the rubber bands

That’s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn’t control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain’t want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I’m zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn’t stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

original: "Jangling Jack" by Nick Cave

Jangling Jack
Goes Yackety Yack
Visits the home of the brave
Hails a fat yellow cab
Jack wanna celebrate
Jack wanna big drink
Driver drops him at a bar
Called the Rinky Dink
Jack pushes through the door
And crosses the floor
Tips his hat to a man
Grinning in the corner
Going Do da do Do da do

Says, I'm Jangling Jack
I go Do da do
I wanna Rinky Dink Special
I wanna little umbrella too
Jack flops on his stool
Sees the grinning man laugh
So Jack laughs back
Jack raises his glass
Says, God bless this country
And everything in it
The losers and the winners
The good guys and the sinners
The grinning man says, Buddy
It's all Yackety Yack
Whips out a little black pistol
Shoots a bullet in Jack

Jangling Jack Do Da Do Do Da Do
Jangling Jack
How do you Do Da Do

Jangling Jack Flies off his seat
Crashes through the door
Lands in a heap on the street
Hears his mother's voice
Going, Do do do
Jack is shouting
Mummy is that you?
He sees the berserk city
Sees the dead stacked in piles
Sees the screaming crowd
Screams, Where am I?
Going Do da do Going Do da do

Well Jangling Jack
As a matter of fact
Crawls through the crowd
Back into the bar
Jack crawls to his stool
Jack drags himself up
Falls back down on his arse
In a puddle of blood
Going Goodbye Mummy
Goodbye Goodbye
Jack doubles over
And he vomits and dies
Going Do do do Going Do do do

___________

Jangling Jack hummed to himself as he walked down the street. He was visiting America, and quite excited at the prospect-- so excited, in fact, that he wanted to celebrate and share his enthusiasm with others. So Jack hailed a cab and asked the driver to take him to any bar where he could get a big drink and enjoy the company of Americans.

The driver dropped him off at a bar called the Rinky Dink. Jack wasted no time getting into the bar and getting himself situated. On his way in he gave his hat to a man grinning in the corner. He introduced himself to the bartender with his signature ditty (the song of his dear old mother, long departed), which went "doo da da doo," and asked for a Rinky Dink special, a particularly flamboyant tropical drink complete with a small umbrella. Just what Jack wanted.

Jack flopped down on his stool, and the grinning man in the corner laughed. In a spirit of camaraderie that was sadly misplaced, Jack laughed back and raised his glass
for a toast:

"God bless this country and everything in it, the losers and the winners, the good guys and the sinners..."

The grinning man took umbrage at what he perceived to be empty and offensive words from a dirty foreigner, said "Buddy it's all yakkety-yak," and proceeded to draw a pistol from his duster coat and fire a round right into Jack's belly.

The shot knocked Jack clear out of the bar and onto the street, where the combined effects of the bullet, the alcohol, and the riotous, rotten, dirty and corpse-filled city induced a very vivid hallucination of his mother, singing his favorite ditty, "Doo da da doo, doo da da doo." "Mommy?" Jack croaked, confused and frightened and so alone, "Mommy, is that you?" Before long a crowd gathered, shrieking at the dying man lying in his own blood on the dirty street. "Where am I?!" Jack cried and without thinking, launched deliriously into his mother's ditty. "Doo da da doo..."

With a final burst of manic strength, Jack surged to his feet and clawed his way through the terrified crowd. With a defiant glare at the grinning man, he dragged himself back onto his bar stool. But his strength failed him, and the stool was slick with his insides, and he crashed into a heap onto the bloody floor.

His ruined frame was wracked and contorted by one last spasm. Jack vomited his Rinky Dink special onto the front of his now-bloodsoaked shirt, and died alone in a the country he loved that did not love him back, longing for his mother who he hadn't seen in some time and was not likely to see ever again. "doo da do da da doo..."

Ajai Raj