WP99's blog: "For my beautiful wife Violet"

(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there.) Now, she grew up in the city in a little subdivision, Her daddy wore a tie, momma never fried a chicken, Ballet, Straight A’s, most likely to succeed. They bought her a car after graduation. Sent her down south for some higher education. Put her on the fast track to a law degree. Now she’s comin home to visit holdin' the hand Of a wild-eyed boy with a farmer’s tan. And she's ridin' in the middle of his pickup truck, Blarin' Charlie Daniels yellin', “Turn it up!” They raised her up a lady but there’s one thing they couldn’t avoid, Ladies love country boys. (You know its true.) Yeah, you know mommas and daddies want better fortheir daughters. Hope they’ll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer. An' their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty. They never understand why their princess falls For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy drawl. Or why she’s ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck, [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/RCOz ] Blarin' Hank Jr. yellin', “Turn it up!” They raised her up a lady but there’s one thing they couldn’t avoid, Ladies love country boys. (Awww, get country with it now.) (Un hunh.) You can train ‘em, you can try to teach ‘em right from wrong But it’s still gonna turn ‘em on. When they go ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck, Blarin' Lynyrd Skynyrd yellin', “Turn it up!” You can raise her up a lady but there’s one thing you jus' can’t avoid, blondie gurl: Ladies love country boys. They love us country boys. Yeah. Awww, they can't stand it. It's that country thing you know. (Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na.) Yeah. Sing the na na. (Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na.) Oh that's pretty ladies. (Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na.) I like the na na.

You make me feel like a sticky pistil Leaning into her stamen. You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself. You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're rolling Damn skippy baby you make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs. You make me feel love You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde In a centerfold, the girl next door. And I would open the door and I'd be all wet With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt That I'm wearing and you would open the door And tie me up to the bed. You make me feel love Lover I don't know who I am. Am I Barry White - am I Isis? Lover I'm laced with your unconscious, I will be your Desdemona

Rock me baby, rock me all night long Rock me baby, honey, rock me all night long I want you to rock me baby, Like my back ain't got no bones Roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel I want you to roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel Want you to roll me baby, You don't know how it makes me feel Rock me baby, honey, rock me slow Yeah, rock me pretty baby, baby rock me slow Want you to rock me baby, Till i want no more

A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same But all the miles had separate They disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your face I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams And tonight it’s only you and me The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams And tonight girl it’s only you and me Everything I know, and anywhere I go it gets hard but it won’t take away my love And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done it get hard but it won’t take away my love I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams And tonight girl it’s only you and me

I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was monday And maybe I'll be back around If this keeps me away much longer I don't know what I will do You've got to understand it's a hard life That I'm going through And when the night falls in around me I don't think I'll make it through I'll use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you Well L.A is getting kinda crazy And New York is getting kinda cold I keep my head from getting lazy I just can't wait to get back home And all these days I spend away I'll make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it's all too much to bear And when the night falls in around me I don't think I'll make it through I'll use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you And all these days I spend away I'll make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it's all too much to bear When the night falls in around me I don't think I'll make it through I'll use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

She's my kind of rain Like love in a drunken sky She's confetti falling Down all night She sits quietly there Black water in a jar Says, Baby why are you Trembling like you are So I wait And I try I confess like a child She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain She's the sun set shadows She's like Rembrandt's light She's the history that's made at night She's my lost companion She's my dreaming tree Together in this brief eternity Summer days, winter snows She's all things to behold She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain So I wait And I try I confess all my crimes She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Oh, rain on me She's my kind of rain

Here you come knockin on my door baby Tell me what you got on your mind I guess those college boys all went home for the summertime And youre lookin right, lookin good, lookin like a woman should So why is it so hard to find A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while You run on a little tough luck baby Dont you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you You know I got it Come and get it Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your friend? And whos the one guy that you come runnin to When your lovelife starts tumblin? I got the money if you got the honey Lets cut a deal lets make a plan Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your man? You mightve run on a little tough luck baby Dont you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you You know I got it So come and get it Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your man?

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says baby is something wrong? I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song And he says... [Chorus:] Our song is the slamming screen door, Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song is the way you laugh The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day Had gone all wrong and been trampled on And lost and thrown away Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses And the note that said... [Repeat Chorus] I've heard every album, listened to the radio Waited for something to come along That was as good as our song... Cause our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tapping on his window When we're on the phone and he talks real slow Cause it's late and his mama don't know Our song is the way he laughs The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have" And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was riding shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car I grabbed a pen and an old napkin And I... wrote down our song

Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been Waitin' on a woman When I picked her up for our first date I told her I'd be there at eight And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty She said I'm sorry that I took so long Didn't like a thing that I tried on But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty Yeah she'll take her time but I don't mind Waitin' on a woman He said the wedding took a year to plan You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous Waitin' on a woman And then he nudged my arm like old men do And said, I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it Waitin' on a woman And I don't guess we've been anywhere blondie gurl: She hasn't made us late I swear Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it Boy it's just a fact of life It'll be the same with your young wife Might as well go on and get used to it She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind Waitin' on a woman I've read somewhere statistics show The man's always the first to go And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready So when it finally comes my time And I get to the other side I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind Waitin' on a woman Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind Waitin' on a woman

our wheels churning up a fresh green pasture, throwing mud pies everywhere. I'm beside you yellin faster faster, wind whippin through my tangled hair and you know, you know, there's nothin like it in the world. when your out there underneath the sun and I'm a dirty girl, i like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday, feel my skin against a string of pearls.... and when we hang out it's, it's just a fun day, you know i love it when i get to be a dirty girl CHORUS: dirty girl You'll be workin on that El Camino, bustin knuckles with a monkey wrench, i'll come sneakin up and whisper real low what you really needs a 3/16ths, and you know that there's nothin like it in the world, when were underneath the hood and i'm a dirty girl..... I like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday, feel my skin against a string of pearls..... or when we hang out it's, it's just a fun day you know i love it when i get to be a dirty girl CHORUS:dirty girl and you know, you know that there's nothin like it in the world, it might be axle grease and mississippi mud but when you touch my cheek and leave a little smudge... I'LL BE YOUR DIRTY GIRL..... i like it when we get cleaned up on Sunday, feel my skin against a string of pearls.... or when we hang out it's, it's just a fun day... you know i love it when i get to be a dirty, get to be a dirty girl... CHORUS:dirty girl I get to be a dirty girl