Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Friday, August 23, 2013
Don't you...
Don't you wanna walk down our sidewalk to "Here comes my girl", making your way to the porch to marry me? I figured it out yesterday, you could just walk real slow when the chorus is playing "Here comes my girl"...then finish up however much you need to when the song is finishing...4:30 minutes of all eyes on you, whoever you want here to see it...ride off in the sunset on the bike...a small reception at church five minutes away with punch and cake, no gifts needed, we already got what we need...Don't you wanna Lucy?
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