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Originally Posted by Captain Kawaii
Yeah. Gone are the days of building a fortune from blood, sweat and tears...if those days ever existed except in the movies. Ask politicians, movie stars and people like zuckerberg, jobs and fabian..you have to walk over a lot of bodies, dead or alive to get what you want.
i'm from the "other south". south of broad, charleston, sc. we have a fair amount of experience stepping over dead bodies. lol.
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Ok, now you done gone and made me want to quote some Robert Hunter...
"Brown Eyed Women"
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
1920 when he stepped to the bar
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
1930 when the wall caved in
He made his way sellin' red-eyed gin
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the rest were sins
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
And the old man never was the same again
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell
I cut hickory just to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and ready to kill
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?"
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on