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Inter change able duet, imaginary song on imaginary waves of old AM Rain and country women Mmmm there musta been a plan there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country mind Mmmm yeah musta been a plan there Rain and country women Rain and country women Rain and country women Mmmm yeah musta been a plan there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country mind Slow, deep old Grandpa voice, early in the mornin' song, as the coffee comes t' life in the kitchen, drip-rythmic, life-goes-on song this next ok hummin and strummin the bax ok harmonic soft This song could go on and on since it has you know Grandpa listened, sittin' on the porch to the rhythm of the falling rain recalling the chorus and the break And Gramma told my pretty city born bride about MMM Hmmm right, that rainy night... there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country man. Grandpa looked at grandma, and she winked.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
What rain does t' country women
Inter change able duet, imaginary song on imaginary waves of old AM Rain and country women Mmmm there musta been a plan there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country mind Mmmm yeah musta been a plan there Rain and country women Rain and country women Rain and country women Mmmm yeah musta been a plan there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country mind Slow, deep old Grandpa voice, early in the mornin' song, as the coffee comes t' life in the kitchen, drip-rythmic, life-goes-on song this next ok hummin and strummin the bax ok harmonic soft This song could go on and on since it has you know Grandpa listened, sittin' on the porch to the rhythm of the falling rain recalling the chorus and the break And Gramma told my pretty city born bride about MMM Hmmm right, that rainy night... there I swear what rain does to country women Had to have been planned by a God lovin' country man. Grandpa looked at grandma, and she winked.
Long ago memories of open mics on Broadway, all those first sung songs sung to girls they left behind. Nashville Broadway, a bit darker than the Gotham one.
#senile#while#grinning
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
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