Name:Dave Country:United States State:Texas Metro:San Antonio Birthday:10/22/1986 Gender:Male
Interests:Rockabilly, Psychobilly, Punk, Texas Country, Celtic music... Truck, Bar B Q, and Beer Expertise:Being a complete jackass Occupation:Customer service/support Industry:Retail
You uppity women I dont understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man, But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink Youd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed Thats what I to my baby said, Womens liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning youre out on the street Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet. You gave up your maiden form for lent And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman thats ever come along Had a little woman always tellin him that hes wrong. Eve said to adam, heres an apple you horse And delilah defoliated samsons moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed Thats what I to my baby said, Womens liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras, Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body, Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate. If you cant love a male chauvinist Youd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed Thats what I to my baby said, Womens liberation is a-going to your head, Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away her memory Life is short but this time it was bigger Than the strength he had to get up off his knees We found him with his face down in the pillow With a note that said I'll love her till I die And when we buried him beneath the willow The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath She finally drank her pain away a little at a time But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away his memory Life is short but this time it was bigger Than the strength she had to get up off her knees We found her with her face down in the pillow Clinging to his picture for dear life We laid her next to him beneath the willow While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Don't touch my Willie. I don't know you that well. Help yourself to some Haggard or some Jones. Hell, or anybody else. I don't know what you heard, I ain't that kinda guy. So don't touch my Willie, and we'll get along just fine.
Alright so its been exactly 4 months since I got out of the psych ward/rehab/whatever. Shits finally lookin up again. Found out I made Dean's list last semester, even having missed 2 weeks due to being out "sick".
So... I leave for Spain in June. Gonna party it up while gettin some college courses out of the way. Y'all know you're jealous.You want to go to Madrid too, don't lie
