Over 16,538,906 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
I'd tell you all about it, but there's a pebble bein kicked down the road.
Say's he's mine. I don't think it to be possible.
He knows nothing of the bombardment of vulnerability
the stockades of just as well.
Fit that square boy.
No sir.
Then let's play with frogs and strum on the po'ch.
Every day should be an adventure.
A new discovery, an avalanche of crazy questions
and my granny's scrambled eggs, and gampa's bologna sandwiches.
Where the air smelled like cold mist, and the rocks never quite skipped right.
But there was crackle on the drive up when company was comin
and old dogs chasin
or dozin at my feet like big lovin slugs.
Where its coyote lullabies
and crowin rooster wakeup calls
generic coffee, and a good day everyday.
Losing streak on the radio.
Bad lamplight to read by.
Shoot
even had a woodburnin stove.
Now that's the life.
