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Dad on the Test

I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pests
Is this here wireless an' these here Tests.
Up to the house and around the door,
Stretchin' their ears for to catch the score,
Leavin' the horses down in the crop.
Can you wonder that a farmer goes off pop?

I'm yellin' at Jim or I'm cursin' at Joe
All hours of the day; but it ain't no go -
Leavin' their work and hangin' around
When they think I'm down at the fallow ground;
Sneaking away when I start to rouse,
An' as soon as me back's turned, back to the house.

'Who got Wyatt? Is Sutcliffe out?'
Wot do they care if I rave an' shout?
Bribin' young Bill for to leave his job
To twiddle the switches an' twist the knob.
'Has he made his century? Who's in now?'…
And I bought that machine for the price of a cow!

There's a standin' crop, an' the rain's not far,
An' the price is rotten, but there you are:
As soon as these cricketin' games begin
The farm goes dilly on listenin' in;
Not only the boys an' the harvester crew,
But Mum an' the girls gits dotty too.
An' I reckon (says Dad) that a man's worst pests
Is this here wireless and these here Tests.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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As Between Pensioners

''Tis precious stuff,' said old George Jones
'When men sore needs a fall;
Tho' how or why it comes, I owns
I ain't got clear at all.
Some sez that in the sun, a spot
Controls it in some way.'
'It's this 'ere wireless, like as not,'
Said old Pete Parraday.

'Wireless,' scoffed grey-haired Joey Park.
'Wot wireless did they use
When ole man Noah sailed the ark?
It's them black cockytoos.
Last week I seen more than a few,
An' then wot did I say '
''Tis wireless - I'm tellin' you!'
Said old Pete Parraday.

'Cockies? Sun-spots?' said Daddy Shore,
'Jist foolish talk an' vain.
It's this 'ere Abbysinian war
An' guns as causes rain.
Ain't it been proved by natcharil laws
Time an' again, the way '
'It's this 'ere wireless is the cause,'
Said old Pete Parraday.

Said old George Jones, 'Ain't you ashamed
To talk the way you do?
It's providence gits mostly blamed
When things is lookin' blue.
Ain't the rain now due? For ain't we got
O'er all this world full sway?'
'Too right. But wireless helps a lot,'
Said old Pete Parraday.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Leavin

By gregg allman
Copyright 1981 elijah blue music
Transcribed by paul gongola
Mama stood cryin at the back door
Papas lacin on his leavin shoes
Little joes blowin on the horn outdoors
Ive seen enough, I cant take no more
And Im leavin
Might go to philadelphia, pa
Might wind up in boston, I just cant say
Got my axe in one hand
Got my greyhound ticket in the other hand
And Im leavin
I tell you Im leavin
Gonna play my blues
Yes Im leavin
Got nothing to lose
Well, Im dying to get the hell out of here
Right away
Mama stood cryin at the back door
Papas lacin on his leavin shoes
Little joes blowin on the horn outdoors
Ive seen enough, I cant take no more
And Im leavin
I said Im leavin
Gonna play my guitar
Im leavin
Dont care if Im a big star
Im leavin this old ghetto
Right away, right away

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Alwasy Leaving, Always Gone

Dusty dreams of yesterday, of women in the snow
Always leavin' and always gone
Reachin' for the sparkle in the yello' afternoon
Always leavin' and always gone
Always leavin' and always go-o-one
Always gone
The image of the girl appears there, clearly upon my mind
Always leavin' and always gone
Lost among the promises of the days I'll never fi-ind
Always leavin' and always gone
Always leavin' and always go-o-one
Always gone
I could hide the pain inside me but what would I win
I would lose the right to live and turn the pain to si-i-i-in
So I'll find another way, some other words to sing
And whether you're stayin' or leavin' baby, I lose everythi-ing
Here I am, another day, just a wonderin' where I'm at
Always leavin' and always gone
You fall on my memory but I try to get you there
Always leavin' and always gone
Always leavin' and always go-o-one
Always gone
Always leavin', always go-one
Always leavin', always go-one
Always leavin', always go-one

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Tears

Orbison/price/price/price
When she was leaving, she didnt make much sense
She said before I go, just give me one last kiss
Id tried to tell her
That it would only add to the pain
Thats when those tears started to rain
As I look back I see mistakes we made
But I never thought, that we would lose our way
I tried to hold her
I tried to persuade her to wait
But those leavin tears are always too late
Bridge
Id hate to try and count the tears that fall
Maybe you should never count tears at all
Something was lost and we never found it
No matter how hard we tried
And it seems that theres no way to get around it
When tears tell you goodbye
Tonight I saw her, I didnt know what to say
I just tried to smile, but had to walk away
I turned to tell her i love you
But she had faded into the rain
Now those lonely tears are all that remain
Now those lonely tears are startin over again
Lonely tears,lonely tears

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Im Leavin

(taura stinson/ craiyge lindesay)
I come home from work and have a glass of wine
Kick off my shoes and wait on you
Well its way past dawn and your still gone
Where in the world is my boo?
See I was fallin asleep and you were creeping in
I never would have noticed until when
Until I smelt perfume, the kind I do not wear
My babys been messin around again
Chorus:
You shouldnt have done me babe
Now watch what I do to you
Baby Im leavin Im leavin Im leavin
Leavin you
You shouldnt have done me babe
Now watch what I do to you
Baby Im leavin Im leavin Im leavin
Leavin you
How could I be so dumb? I thought I loved a man
But more and more you proved to be a boy
And now I understand
But I cant baby sit no more, its not what I loved you for
Id rather be alone bye-bye cos Im really leavin this time
Chorus
Look at you now begging down on your knees
Thinking Im coming back, oh child please
I said I was leavin I mean whet I say
Theres no turning around Im ieavin today
Chorus
No I cant baby sit no more, its not what I loved you for
Id rather be alone bye-bye cos Im really leavin this time
Fade

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Drink Yer Glasses Empty

Listen up and Ill tell you what youll do
Forget about music and alcohol to
Forget about yer baby, weve got other work for you
Better drink yer glasses empty now, its time to rise n shine
Theres one less cause in the world to be leavin for
It was back in 39 when I was one year old
Sitting by the backyard fence and the world had turned to cold
Drink yer glasses empty now was all that they were told
Drink yer glasses girls and boys, its time to hit the sky
To the tune of thunder, theres no time to wonder why
Wed love to take life over, that is plain
Forget about sorrow, forget about pain
And watch a john wayne movie to remind us once again
Better drink yer glasses empty now, its time to hit the line
You got one less cause in the world to be leavin for
Drink yer glasses girls and boys, its time to hit the sky
To the tune of thunder, theres a tear in every eye
Id like to take things one at a time
Forget about reason, forget about rhyme
Because beg, steal, or borrow you got another hill to climb
So drink yer glasses empty now, its time to hit the road
Theres one less cause in the world to be leavin for
Drink yer glasses girls and boys, its time to hit the sky
To the tune of thunder, theres no time to wonder why
Wed like to take life over again
When time of war had passed away into the rain
And watch a john wayne movie to remind us of the planes
Just drink yer glasses empty now, its time to rise n shine
Theres one less cause in the world to be leavin for

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Lovin Or Leavin

Its nice to spend the time with you
I know youve got a lot to go for
I like the things you say and do
And yet what do I have to show for
Nice to pass away
Then another break of day
Lovin,
Lovin, lovin or leavin
Im for lovin, lovin or leavin
Lovin, lovin or leavin
I said lovin, lovin or leavin yeah...
We play the old familiar game
Cause life is short, lets keep on movin
Its fun alright, but just the same
Theres more to it then all that showed
All the things come to
I know it will, and so do you
Lovin,
Lovin, lovin or leavin
I said lovin, lovin or leavin
Lovin, lovin or leavin
I said lovin, lovin or leavin yeah...
So thats the way I really feel
I want you badly, oh...we know
Lovin, (ah)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (yeah)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (yeah...Ill tell you)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (hear me)
Lovin, lovin or leavin
Lovin, lovin or leavin (sock it to me)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (yeah)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (yeah)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (yeah...Ill tell you)
Lovin, lovin or leavin (hear me)
Lovin, lovin or leavin
Lovin, lovin or leavin (sock it to me)
Lovin...

song performed by by Boney M.
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Bright Sunny Day

If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.

song performed by by Neil Young
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The Price That You Pay

If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesnt seem or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Just ____________________ money
Your baby _______________________
________________________________
Now come on boys, ________________
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Down On The Farm

(jerry laseter/kerry kurt phillips)
(track 4 - time 2:57)
Every friday night theres a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
Got old hank cranking way up loud
Got coolers in the back
Tailgates down
Theres a big fire burnin but dont be alarmed
Its just country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
Eds been on the tractor aint seen becky all week
Somebody said they seen em heading down to the creek
Farmer johnsons daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows how to grow em if ya know what I mean
Old daves gettin loud but he dont mean no harm
Were just country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
You can have a lot of fun in a new york minute
But theres some things you cant do inside those city limits
Aint no closing time
Aint no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
Well you can come as you are
There aint no dress code
Just some rural route rules that you need to know
Dont mess with the bull
He can get real mean
Dont forget to shut the gate
Stay out of the beans
If it starts to rainin will just head to the barn
Were country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
You can have a lot of fun in a new york minute
But theres some things you cant do inside those city limits
Aint no closing time
Aint no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
Aint no closing time
Aint no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin down on the farm
Oh lets get down yall
Stay out of that hay

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Leaving Here

Hey, fellas, have you heard the news,
Ive been away so long
Yeah, the women in this town have been misused,
Wonder where I went wrong
Yeah, I seen it all in my dreams last night,
Spent my last years in a cell
Girls leaving this town cause you dont treat em right.
Never ever go away again
Oh, take a train (take a train), fly by plane (fly by plane),
Ive been so sad and lonely
Yeah, gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired).
Never ever ever gonna go away again
All you fellas better change your ways,
Its a waste of time doing time
Yeah, leaving this town in a matter of days,
When you dindt commit a crime
Girls are good, you better treat em true,
It wasnt me it was my brother bill
I seen fellas running around with someone new.
And Id have to tell never gonna speak to bill again
Hes made me sad and lonely
Gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired),
Never ever gonna speak to brother bill again
Yeah, leavin here (leavin here), leavin here (leavin here),
I said leavin here, yeah yeah yeah, dont want to leave all here,
It was no use, they put my brother on the jury
Be a while, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
He bribed the others cause he owns the local brewery
They let me out today
The love of a women is a wonderful thing (oh yeah),
Brother bills gonna pay
Yeah, the way you treat em is a crying shame (oh yeah),
No ones ever gonna speak to bill again
I tell you, fella, yeah, it wont be long (oh yeah),
Never ever gonna speak to bill again
Yeah, before these women they all have gone (oh yeah).
Hell be too cold and bony
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired),
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, take a train (take a train), fly by plane (fly by plane),
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, gonna leavin here, yeah leavin here,
Yeah, leavin here, ya gonna leave all here now,
Baby baby baby, please dont leave here.

song performed by by Who
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Leaving Is The Only Way Out

I'm not sayin' I have all the answers
And I don't care who's right or wrong
I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces already fallen
And put them back where they belong

So slow down your horses
Stop draggin' me around
And if cryin' is the only way into your heart
Then leavin' is the only way out

We've slammed every door in anger
And we've opened wounds we can't mend
And one night lonely is one night too many
Don't wanna wake up to one more night that won't end

So slow down your horses
Stop draggin' me around
And if cryin' is the only way into your heart
Then leavin' is the only way out

When late nights and long lies came knockin'
You just invited them in
And our voices got too loud for talkin'
Then my heart hit the floor
But your feet just kept walkin'

And if cryin' is the only way you hear me hurtin'
For the lovin' that I can't live without
And if lovin' ain't the only way into your heart
Then leavin' is the only way out

Oh

song performed by by Shania Twain from Woman In Me
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The Allisons

ROOF and rafter and window and door
Totter and tumble in slow decay;
The house by the creek is a house no more
For the Allison folk have gone away.
Kept back no more by the hands of men —
Though here and there bare tracts there be —
The bush has come to its own again,
Little by little and tree by tree.
Free-footed winds through the doorways pass,
Whispering much in a guarded tone;
Plovers call in the knee-deep grass
That grows right up to the threshold stone.
Silence, watching the years, has kept
Vigil here with a muted tongue,
Since over yon threshold-stone they stept,
Man and woman, and old and young.
Brown-armed women and bearded men,
Love and labour and grief and mirth —
Harvester Time has reaped since then
Crop after crop from the teeming earth!
Nights there were when these rafters rang,
Echoing song till the break of day,
Ceasing not till the dawnlights sprang,
Sudden and red, on the mists of grey.
Quick to answer to mateship's call,
Rovers, drovers and horsemen born;
Drinkers, fighters and lovers all,
Laughing the law at times to scorn.
Hot in anger and loyal in love —
That was ever the Allison way;
Kith of the hawk and kin of the dove,
Wild and handsome, and bold and gay.
Fronting ever with even face
Drought and danger and care and need;
Firm in the saddle and first in the race —
That was ever the Allison breed.
Known and named were the Allison girls,
Far and near through the country round;
Some with the noon-gold in their curls,
Some with the dark of midnight crowned,
Dashing riders and dancers all,
Bonnie of body and clean of mind,
Quick to answer at pity's call —
That was ever the Allison kind.
Tinged and softened with sweet romance,
Back in the past they rise again,
Allison girls at race and dance
Queening it over the hearts of men.
Slim and stalwart, and sweet and bold,
Mother and maid, and man and boy!
Shadows move where they moved of old,
Toiled, and sorrowed, and had their joy.
Part of the past is all their love,
All the light of their fires is dead!
Kith of the hawk and kin of the dove —
Dove and hawk in the dark have fled!
Here, where the winds blow brave and blithe,
Tossing and turning each sapling-top,
Harvester Time has swung his scythe,
Cleared his swath, and reaped his crop.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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Please Leave Behind My Heart

My runaway bride,
Before you leave my house,
Just to leave behind my heart.
You can forget the price
I paid for your hand;
The ones I gave your mother
For your sake.
If only I knew you were fake.
Your father too,
He ate from my sweat.
And my wealth I showered
On your friends.
I am not asking to be given back
The price I paid.
But just to leave behind my heart
As you leave my house.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Back In The Ussr

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mind.

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm.
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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What Smith Knew About Farming

There wasn't two purtier farms in the state
Than the couple of which I'm about to relate;--
Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,
And jest at the edge of a flourishin' town.
Brown was a man, as I understand,
That allus had handled a good 'eal o' land,
And was sharp as a tack in drivin' a trade--
For that's the way most of his money was made.
And all the grounds and the orchards about
His two pet farms was all tricked out
With poppies and posies
And sweet-smellin' rosies;
And hundreds o' kinds
Of all sorts o' vines,
To tickle the most horticultural minds
And little dwarf trees not as thick as your wrist
With ripe apples on 'em as big as your fist:
And peaches,--Siberian crabs and pears,
And quinces--Well! ANY fruit ANY tree bears;
And th purtiest stream--jest a-swimmin' with fish,
And--JEST O'MOST EVERYTHING HEART COULD WISH!
The purtiest orch'rds--I wish you could see
How purty they was, fer I know it 'ud be
A regular treat!--but I'll go ahead with
My story! A man by the name o' Smith--
(A bad name to rhyme,
But I reckon that I'm
Not goin' back on a Smith! nary time!)
'At hadn't a soul of kin nor kith,
And more money than he knowed what to do with,--
So he comes a-ridin' along one day,
And HE says to Brown, in his offhand way--
Who was trainin' some newfangled vines round a bay-
Winder--'Howdy-do--look-a-here--say:
W hat'll you take fer this property here?--
I'm talkin' o' leavin' the city this year,
And I want to be
Where the air is free,
And I'll BUY this place, if it ain't too dear!'--
Well--they grumbled and jawed aroun'--
'I don't like to part with the place,' says Brown;
'Well,' says Smith, a-jerkin' his head,
'That house yonder--bricks painted red--
Jest like this'n--a PURTIER VIEW--
Who is it owns it?' 'That's mine too,'
Says Brown, as he winked at a hole in his shoe,
'But I'll tell you right here jest what I KIN do:--
If you'll pay the figgers I'll sell IT to you.,'
Smith went over and looked at the place--
Badgered with Brown, and argied the case--
Thought that Brown's figgers was rather too tall,
But, findin' that Brown wasn't goin' to fall,
In final agreed,
So they drawed up the deed
Fer the farm and the fixtures--the live stock an' all.
And so Smith moved from the city as soon
As he possibly could--But 'the man in the moon'
Knowed more'n Smith o' farmin' pursuits,
And jest to convince you, and have no disputes,
How little he knowed,
I'll tell you his 'mode,'
As he called it, o' raisin' 'the best that growed,'
In the way o' potatoes--
Cucumbers--tomatoes,
And squashes as lengthy as young alligators.
'Twas allus a curious thing to me
How big a fool a feller kin be
When he gits on a farm after leavin' a town!--
Expectin' to raise himself up to renown,
And reap fer himself agricultural fame,
By growin' of squashes--WITHOUT ANY SHAME--
As useless and long as a technical name.
To make the soil pure,
And certainly sure,
He plastered the ground with patent manure.
He had cultivators, and double-hoss plows,
And patent machines fer milkin' his cows;
And patent hay-forks--patent measures and weights,
And new patent back-action hinges fer gates,
And barn locks and latches, and such little dribs,
And patents to keep the rats out o' the cribs--
Reapers and mowers,
And patent grain sowers;
And drillers
And tillers
And cucumber hillers,
And horries;--and had patent rollers and scrapers,
And took about ten agricultural papers.
So you can imagine how matters turned out:
But BROWN didn't have not a shadder o' doubt
That Smith didn't know what he was about
When he said that 'the OLD way to farm was played out.'
But Smith worked ahead,
And when any one said
That the OLD way o' workin' was better instead
O' his 'modern idees,' he allus turned red,
And wanted to know
What made people so
INFERNALLY anxious to hear theirselves crow?
And guessed that he'd manage to hoe his own row.
Brown he come onc't and leant over the fence,
And told Smith that he couldn't see any sense
In goin' to such a tremendous expense
Fer the sake o' such no-account experiments
'That'll never make corn!
As shore's you're born
It'll come out the leetlest end of the horn!'
Says Brown, as he pulled off a big roastin'-ear
From a stalk of his own
That had tribble outgrown
Smith's poor yaller shoots, and says he, 'Looky here!
THIS corn was raised in the old-fashioned way,
And I rather imagine that THIS corn'll pay
Expenses fer RAISIN' it!--What do you say?'
Brown got him then to look over his crop.--
HIS luck that season had been tip-top!
And you may surmise
Smith opened his eyes
And let out a look o' the wildest surprise
When Brown showed him punkins as big as the lies
He was stuffin' him with--about offers he's had
Fer his farm: 'I don't want to sell very bad,'
He says, but says he,
'Mr. Smith, you kin see
Fer yourself how matters is standin' with me,
I UNDERSTAND FARMIN' and I'd better stay,
You know, on my farm;--I'm a-makin' it pay--
I oughtn't to grumble!--I reckon I'll clear
Away over four thousand dollars this year.'
And that was the reason, he made it appear,
Why he didn't care about sellin' his farm,
And hinted at his havin' done himself harm
In sellin' the other, and wanted to know
If Smith wouldn't sell back ag'in to him.--So
Smith took the bait, and says he, 'Mr. Brown,
I wouldn't SELL out but we might swap aroun'--
How'll you trade your place fer mine?'
(Purty sharp way o' comin' the shine
Over Smith! Wasn't it?) Well, sir, this Brown
Played out his hand and brought Smithy down--
Traded with him an', workin' it cute,
Raked in two thousand dollars to boot
As slick as a whistle, an' that wasn't all,--
He managed to trade back ag'in the next fall,--
And the next--and the next--as long as Smith stayed
He reaped with his harvests an annual trade.--
Why, I reckon that Brown must 'a' easily made--
On an AVERAGE--nearly two thousand a year--
Together he made over seven thousand--clear.--
Till Mr. Smith found he was losin' his health
In as big a proportion, almost, as his wealth;
So at last he concluded to move back to town,
And sold back his farm to this same Mr. Brown
At very low figgers, by gittin' it down.
Further'n this I have nothin' to say
Than merely advisin' the Smiths fer to stay
In their grocery stores in flourishin' towns
And leave agriculture alone--and the Browns.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Home invasion in Springs

Masked like the black criminals
that robs you of your car
and just there and there promises you death,
they arrived

with a mini bus taxi on the farm,
drove right through the farm gate
and at the front door
jumped out of the kombi

with five steps intruded into the house
to bring death to the farmer,
to rape the wife
and daughter.

The farmer heard the crash
at the gate,
he realized that it was big trouble
heard them in their own language command

to kill, while shot upon shot
was ringing from the front porch
and he though about the obliteration
of his whole family.

His wife was too far away
in the lounge busy with sewing
and he heard his daughter rushing screaming
to her mother

turned about hurried to the gun safe
and got hold of a pump action shotgun
with LG cartridges
and rushed down the hallway.

In the lounge four black criminals
aimed pistols at his daughter and wife
told them to strip themselves bare
and when they did not want to

one said to the others in his language
to kill them
while the farmer was sneaking
closer at the back of the lounge suite.

Just one glance from the farmer
made his wife and daughter fall to the ground
two shots came from the shotgun
lifting two of the gangsters right from their feet

and the other two started shooting
into the ceiling
and the wall of the lounge
and when the farmer fired again

they fled in fear to the outside
turning around to fire at the farmer
and another one dropped in his tracks,
the other ran wounded into the cornfield.

At the start the police, wanted to arrest
the farmer for the murder of the robbers,
but there was more than enough evidence
that it was self-defence,

even the farm workers
were witnesses
about the shooting, threat
of the robbers

and by his actions
the farmer saved himself, his wife and daughter
and the labourers praised him
as a kind and a just man

but at the church
some members regarded the farmer
as a mass killer
who had determined the fate of others with a shotgun.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Leaving On A Jet Plane

This song appears on seventeen albums, and was first released on the rhymes & reasons album, this is john denver, the country roads collection) and the rocky mountain collection, and has als
N rerecorded on the greatest hits vol 1, changes, voice of america, john denver (italian) country classics, take me home, country roads - and other hits, the very best of john denver (double cd)
Favourites albums. a brand new studio recording also appears on the love again and a celebration of life albums. live versions also appears on the live in london album and the wildlife concert a
E best of john denver live albums as a medley.
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Theres so many times Ive let you down
So many times Ive played around
I tell you now, they dont mean a thing
Evry place I go, Ill think of you
Evry song I sing, Ill sing for you
When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to leave alone
About the times, I wont have to say
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But, Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Words and music by john denver

song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Still In Love

Youve been lyin
Ive been cryin
Youve been messin
Ive been guessin bout you
Youve been cheatin
Ive been creepin around
Youve been leavin
Ill be grievin, Im grievin
But Im still in love with you
And no matter what you do
Cause you know that in the end
Ill come runnin back again
Ive been drinkin
Got me thinkin
Youve been tellin
Ive been yellin at you
Youve been stretchin
Ive been fetchin you back
Youve been tastin
But Im still in love...
Youve been sighin
And goodbyin
Never knowin
Where youre been choosin
Ive been losin you
Youre my lover
But I discovered the truth
But Im still in love...
Got me dancin on a string
Like I just dont mean a thing
Cause you know that in the end
Ill come runnin back again

song performed by by Supertramp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The House On Centerville Road

We stopped beside the highway
And gazed at the old house
I told my wife, “That’s where I lived”
When I was just a little sprout
It looked smaller than it once did
Back so many years ago
Even then it was old and creaky
But, as a kid, I didn’t know
Weathered boards were loose and falling
Saplings grew up through the porch
The old tin roof was rusted orange
And the yard looked like a forest
Here dwells my oldest memories
From so many years ago
When our young family lived here
In the house on Centerville road

Those walls once rang with laughter
And the energy of two young lads
Riding stick horses all around the place
Trying to “herd” our collie, Pat
But, Pat knew more than we did
When she’d hear Mama shout
She’d turn us back from the road
And herd two boys toward the house
Dad got a job and we moved to town
Well before I started school
So, my memories are short and sketchy
But, I’ve found there are quite a few
My wife retrieved her camera
And as I turned the key to go
Snapped a picture from her window
Of the house on Centerville road

10/07/07

poem by C.R. Clark
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