When I was little I hear a boom and the lights went out.
As we was in the dark my parents sat us about.
We ask what that noise was and why did the lights go out.
My mom, said that was thunder and lighting.
We wondered what caused it.
She said with a smile.
Those are little men in the sky and they are bowling.
That is the thunder you hear.
The lighting comes from the men getting a strike.
Which causes the sky to light up.
I looked at my mom and said with a smile
I want them on my bowling team

Storms do not last.
The rain started to fall on the window sill.
Harder and harder as I sat still.
Thunder and lighting soon turn to wind.
As the night begins.
I look out the window once more.
There I saw snow on the ground.
Blowing and bitter cold.
The storm stopped and the night was quiet.
For storms don't last forever

Dear daughter of mine,
  Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
  Love,
      Your dear old dad.

I'M Lost In the desert of love
I can't find my way to you.
I'm looking for you, but you are gone.
I'm alone here with a broken heart and no sign of life.
Even from your heart.
I'm lost in the desert of love without you.

Fell out of bed and broke my arm.
Cooked my lunch and burnt the soup.
Went for a ride and got a flat.
Went to the store and got a ticket.
Took a shower and slipped and broke my leg.
Went to bed and knocked the light over and started a fire.
Just a bad luck day and the week just began

Will she make me mad or will she make me sad?
Will she let me climb in or will she just make it the end?
Will she let me feel it all greasy and grimy
Or will she just not makes it the time.
And for all you ***** mind people.
It's a car I'm trying to get her in to gear

Every town has a main street.
Some Short and some long.
But in this town on main street
We once saw clowns.
They dance and ran around as they went up the main street.
We saw the bands coming from all around.
Play a Yankee doodle tune.
All the way downs our main street.
No more do we hears that band.
For in some towns, they have forgotten the good times on our main streets
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