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The Santa Conspiracy

From ages back in Time,
A Bishop with his coins
Gave succor to unfortunates
And funds to dower daughters.

Although this saintly Nicholas rests
Through centuries of slumber
Something of his spirit lives
When we love one another
.
A gentle vast conspiracy
Arises round this man
A tale told to the innocents
By parents in all lands.

His myth now robed in red and white
His beard now white and flowing
He dashes round the world by sleigh-
Even if it’s snowing

The story seized by those who sell
Has taken on new life
He first appears at Macy’s bash
And with Rockettes at night

Perhaps an errant Grandma
Has run afoul his sleigh
Perhaps he’s just a cookie thief
This elf to whom kids pray

All I know is evidence
Is everywhere to see:
Suspicious trails of cookie crumbs
And presents at our tree

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Of Cookies... and smiling

It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters

It’s inevitable that
the cookie will shatter
It’s an immutable fact
So what does it matter?

No…Its not the way that
Your cookie crumbles that matters
And only a little more so
Of where the cookie crumbs scatter

What’s most important about cookies…
A fact that is so simple and sublime
Is that the people who get their cookies……often
Seem to Go about smiling… most of the time

poem by David Whalen
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Tick Tock!

There once was a time
When there was but one,
He came in a sleigh with his bells turned on,
With a long white beard and a fat red pelt
And a tassle and a bobble and a Sam Browne belt!

Just once in the year
He'd appear on high,
With reindeers, winging through the stars in the sky,
And he'd bring all the presents that the kids desired,
They'd send him all their letters in the smoke from the fire.

But the year came round
When it all went wrong,
While singing and a-playing of the reindeer song,
For a boy lay awake while the world was asleep
As Saint Nick clambered down the chimney-piece.

The fairy on the tree
Looked down and around
To the holly and the mistletoe, and then, she frowned!
For the boy sat and listened to the grandfather clock,
As the old clock muttered to the hearth - Tick! Tock!

Then a shower of soot
And the old black boots,
As Santa came a-calling in his old red suit,
But he saw a little movement, hidden by the tree
And he roared -'No presents for the likes of thee! '

He turned to the hearth
To the chimney-piece,
As the boy sprang out with a whimpered: 'Please! '
But the rules had been written by the man in the hood,
'I only leave presents where the children are good! '

The boy thought quick,
He'd heard 'Tick! Tock! '
He opened up the front of the grandfather clock,
Then said, 'That's fine, in a goody-goody home,
But what about the kids who are bad to the bone? '

Then he caught St Nick
By his Sam Browne belt,
Pulled him off his balance in his old red pelt,
Then stuffed him in the front of the grandfather clock
That had muttered to the blinking of the tree, Tick! Tock!

The boy then turned
The key in the lock,
Imprisoned him forever in the grandfather clock,
He took all the presents from the old man's sack,
And once he took the presents there was no going back!

There's no more Santa
And there's no more sleigh
For it got a parking ticket on the very next day,
And the parking inspector set the reindeer free,
For no-one asked the question - 'Where can he be? '

So now there are streets full
Of men in red suits,
With their false white beards, and their fake black boots
With the only real Santa, imprisoned in a clock,
He's jammed against the pendulum, it can't - Tick! Tock!

11 December 2009

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Afternoon Musings

who first took the cookie from the cookie jar?

who me?
yes you
not i
then who?

(for the grown-up
insomniacs
try the song

and change cookie
to love

it works)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cookie Crumbs

Cookies will save the world.
Cookies have saved the world.

Thirteen of them landed on the moon
They called them the Apollo 13 of cookies

Chocolate Chip built the pyramids
And Macadamia painted the Sistine Chapel

The Nile runs with milk
Because the sun is an Oreo
And the sun is the Nile's favorite
Favorite cookie

Superman defeated no one
Super Sugar Cookie did all that

Double Chocolate Jackie Robinson
Was the first Afro-American to play baseball in the majors

And Oatmeal Raison was the first president
Who couldn't tell a lie

Girl Scouts sell cookies
In an effort to save the world
Because that's what cookies do best

I wish I could write more
But my cookie is gone
I ate it while I wrote this poem
My inspiration is now in my tummy

I think we all could save the world
If the world ran on cookies

But now there's nothing left of mine but
Crumbs

poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Lookie, Lookie

Lookie, lookie, here comes Cookie
walking down the street.
The boys are all aflutter
when their eyes do meet.

She can strut and she can sway,
making them all stare.
But Cookie just keeps walking
as if they were not there.

Lookie, lookie, there goes Cookie
passing them all by.
She's not aware of how she looks
and here's the reason why.

Cookie's life is hard at home.
She doesn't trust a guy.
Her father left when she was five
and she never found out why?

Her mother told her 'Don't trust boys.
They'll break your heart in two.'
But maybe there'll be one someday
that stares but will be true.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bad Boy Boogie

Found a girl shes mamas pride
I tatooed her and now shes mine
Ill make the toast you raise the glass
Just a few words to kick the world in the ass
Round and round the town
The same ol story is told
Better lock up your daughter when the mtleys hit the road
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
Theres a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
Well entertain you in style
Were innocent in every way
Like apple pie and chevrolet
Sweeter pies with different shapes
38-28-38
In an out of town alibis fit like a glove
Tell your daddy not to thank us
Honey, youre a labor of love
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
My hand in the cookie jar
Its just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
Theres a method to the madness
We never kiss and tell
Have a drink on the boys
Well entertain you in style
We do the bad boy boogie
Bad is bad
I got my finger in the pie
And my hand in the cookie jar
Its just a lick and a promise
In the back seat of my car
Bad boy boogie

song performed by by Motley Crue
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Rid A Black Swan

a black swan rode me into my place of destiny
to love, to feel so madly
stubborn to disagree
with people who think that life is just a memory
to be denied
i'll take this picture for ages
of just you and i
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
a white horse picks my dreams up
to take my hopes to god
my prayers have nestled brightly
to dim my sense of awe
i want you to be someone i can't deny
a house of fire
i want you to be something i realize
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
will keep me sinking down
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
as the world goes 'round with our love
i want you to be my message
i want you to be my friend
i want you to be that answer
an answer i must defend
i want us to solve our distrust of everyone
and trust in god
i want us to solve our distrust of who we are
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round with our love
as the world goes 'round with our love
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
as the world goes 'round with our love
as the world goes 'round with our love

song performed by by Zwan
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Ride A Black Swan

A black swan rode me into my place of destiny
To love, to feel so madly
Stubborn to disagree
With people who think that life is just a memory
To be denied
Ill take this picture for ages
Of just you and i
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
A white horse picks my dreams up
To take my hopes to god
My prayers have nestled brightly
To dim my sense of awe
I want you to be someone I cant deny
A house of fire
I want you to be something I realize
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Will keep me sinking down
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
As the world goes round with our love
I want you to be my message
I want you to be my friend
I want you to be that answer
An answer I must defend
I want us to solve our distrust of everyone
And trust in god
I want us to solve our distrust of who we are
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round with our love
As the world goes round with our love
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
As the world goes round with our love
As the world goes round with our love

song performed by by Zwan
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Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight.
Cho: jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh, o
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago
I thought Id take a ride
And soon miss fanny bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot,
We ran into a drifted bank
And there we got upsot.
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh
He laughed at me as
I there sprawling laid
But quickly drove away.
Now the ground is white,
Go it while youre young,
Take the girls along
And sing this sleighing song.
Just bet a bob-tailed bay,
Two-forty as his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack! youll take the lead.

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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A Christmas Song

The children know where the cold wind blows and it snows
They write letters to a man, the North pole
In hopes a glimpse, to see him in his flight
Riding his sleigh, dressed in red, trimmed in white

Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
They will lay awake and listen for the sound
The jingle of his sleigh, Santa is on his way
The Reindeer hoofs upon the roofs when he comes down

The twinkling lights gleaming bright on the Christmas tree
Stockings hung with care, on every chimney
They will try to stay awake, till the dreams over-take
Looks like a Merry Christmas to me

Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
Riding his sleigh, dressed in red, trimmed in white
They anticipate, hardly can they wait
To see the man riding the wind when he takes his flight

Guided by a Reindeer with a bright and glowing nose
In just one night, he will make good his flight
And all around the world, visit every boy and girl
Bringing gifts of love to all on Christmas night

Just ask any boy or girl, they know
What it means to hear sleigh bells in the snow
They will try to stay awake till the dreams over-take
Over the tops of trees, they hope to see him as he goes

Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
They will lay awake and listen for the sound
The jingle of his sleigh, Santa is on his way
The Reindeer hoofs upon the roofs when he comes down

Mom and dad holding hands, each other close
As they walk in the snow on Christmas Eve
The twinkling lights gleaming brightly on every Christmas tree
Looks like a Merry Christmas to me.

Copyright 2010 Bill Simmons
Aka BillWilliamStar

Merry Christmas

poem by Bill Simmons
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White Winter Gold..

I've been sitting and watching
as the kids from our town
take sleds up the hill
and sleigh ride back down..
from short ones to tall ones
from young kids to old
to them a big snow storm
is white winter gold...
Theres some building snowmen
some throwing snow balls..
others building snow forts
ignoring their mothers calls..
with their nose and cheeks
a bright ruby red,
and heads that are sweating
neith the caps on their head...
They just keep on sleighing
ice skating and stuff
making snow men and snow balls
They can't get enough..
I watch their parents build fires
that glow into the night
marsh mellows are roasting
It's a beautiful sight...
Time spent together
memories kept growing old..
are often the treasures
of finding white winter gold...

poem by Connetta Jean
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Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering sight should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof--
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he look'd like a pedlar just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlfull of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

poem by Clement Clarke Moore
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Jingle Bells

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Jingle Bells
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James Pierpont - 1857
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Chorus
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot;
He got into a drifted bank and we got upsot
(Chorus)
A day or two ago, the story I must tell
I went out on the snow, and on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by, in a one-horse open sleigh
He laughed as there I sprawling lie but quickly drove away
(Chorus)
Now the ground is white, go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight, and sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack! you'll take the lead
(Chorus)

song performed by by Beatles
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The Old Mans Back In Town

Chorus:
Hey, the old mans back in town
Hes spreadin cheer around
Hes come a long, long way
With his reindeer and his sleigh
Hes bringing lots of toys
For all good girls and boys
So spread the news around
Yeah the old mans back in town
Hes been waitin all year long
Just to bring his gifts to you
All the elves and mrs. claus
Have been waitin all year too
Now theyre hookin up his reindeer
And theyre loadin down his sleigh
So take my advice you best be nice
cause the old mans on his way
Repeat chorus:
Now the mistletoe is hung
And the tree is all a glow
The carolers have sung
Every christmas song they know
And the kids are all in bed now
With santa on their mind
So the scene is set and you an bet
Hell show up anytime
Repeat chorus:
Everybody gather round
cause the old mans back in town

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Account of a Visit From ST. Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads,
And mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap--
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The boon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I new in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
"On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys--and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the root
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress'd in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye hand a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; and turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He spring to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of site--
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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Castile

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins

I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?

I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white

I dreamed this,
does that mean it didn't happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?

I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:

he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder

Mid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a train

But it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.

Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.
Outside the walls of the Holy Angels
children begging for coins

When I woke I was crying,
has that no reality?

I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference—
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins

I dreamed everything, I gave myself
completely and for all time

And the train returned us
first to Madrid
then to the Basque country

Anonymous submission.

poem by Louise Gluck
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Portofino Sounds So Far Away!

It is the story of nights
When love somnoles for a while
While near the window, a dogwood tree
Blossoms in white, in flowers, in time

It is the story well known
When I hold your hand
To stay where we are, or just
To stay

For with time, between two kisses
Suddenly, love leaves for a while
In lavender, in tears, in promises
All goes, between two kisses
On an August night

It is the story others only know
The story which, with time, becomes ours
Between two goodbyes, at a train station
On an October night

And, as I look back
To the times we never had, alone,
To the fears that kept us up, alone,
After a promise was shared, alone,

I smile. For it is the story
I was told when young
When date trees grew near
Fig trees, and when high tide

Brought the bluest sea to our door
When we were told that with time
All goes, between two dogwood white petals
Falling
Or when in your eyes I lost
The times we never had
Alone

October 31,2008

poem by Vahe Kazandjian
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Ticket to ride.

Father Christmas goes out on his sleigh with presents for troy and his sister
He’s slipped up as he’s stopped his sleigh in Westminster
He won’t get away with a bribe
There are cctv’s, nowhere to hide
He’ll slide down the chimney quick as a flash
If he hears Rudolph’s bell he’ll dash out, up up and away
He’ll throw the ticket away.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The White Stuff

The white stuff, the white stuff
The first one was a sweet one
Second one was a blast
Soon I finished off the bag, ate em up real fast
You can see em in my teeth
Tell it when I talk
Had so many my pancreas just went into shock
I love the white stuff, baby
In the middle of an oreo
I love the white stuff, baby
Its the most delicious thing I know
Ive had a zillion or two
In my life, theyre so right
My teeth are all rotted clear through
But who cares? what else am I supposed to do?
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh oreo
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh oreo
Whats in the middle? the white stuff
The first time that I tried it
Got a big sugar buzz
Nothing gets me high as that sandwhich cookie does
But I love the filling most
I rub it on my roast
Mix it in with my coffee and spread it on my toast
I love the white stuff, baby
In the middle of an oreo
I love the white stuff, baby
Take some with me everywhere I go
Might get a pimple or two
Well, so what? its all right
Now twinkies and ding dongs wont do
All I need... you know what it is
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh oreo
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh oreo
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh oreo
Whats in the middle? the white stuff

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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"Ole" Baugh Road

Round Ole Baugh Road its a great place kids to grow
Some grow up and move away
Most of us decide to stay
Round the oleBaugh Road
Hard working mom and dad
Gve us things that they never had
I our corner of the world
Romance is slow for the boys and girls
Round the ole Baugh Road
The neighborhood still looks the same
just new kids with the same old names
My Baugh Roads in a southern state
Yours may be anywhere, USA
Look around ole Baugh Road.
I see the kids on Ole Baugh Road
I see the glory of the future glow
Look to the Heavens and give a shout
Like my daddy did when he started out.
Round, round, round the ole Baugh Road,
Round, round, round,
Round, round, round
Round, round, round,
The OleBaugh Road
Round, round, round,
Round, round, round...

song performed by by Alabama
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