The Real Buffalo Joe

Oi, oi, oi Oi, oi, oi Oi, oi, oi Oi, oi, oi Oi, oi, oi See me ride out of the sunset On your color TV screen Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean Women to the left of me And women to the right Ain't got no gun Ain't got no knife Don't you start no fight 'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win the fight T.N.T. I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode

Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like You say black, I say white You say bark, I say bite You say shark, I say hey man Jaws was never my scene And I don't like Star Wars

Angus Young has never drank alcohol, or used drugs. Smokes cigarettes like a chimney though. Fixed.

Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rawhide

The only two things in life that make it worth livin' Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquee lights I got my song and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas With Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain

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Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight Well, I'm glad just to get on and home tonight Right on, that bus done got me back Right on, that bus done got me back Well, I'll be ridin' on the bus till I Cadillac

Gonna be completely honest. Sad, but I didn't even know she was still alive.

Ridin' in the bus down the boulevard And the place was pretty packed, yeah Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand With the perverts in the back It was smellin' like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We're already packed in like sardines But we're stoppin' to pick up more, look out Another one rides the bus, another one rides the bus Another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he's gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus

Wake up Grab a brush and put a little (makeup) Grab a brush and put a little Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade away the Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup You wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to I don't think you trust In, my, self righteous suicide I, cry, when angels deserve to die, die

Not gonna lie. I've heard plenty of people refer to someone or something that comes in second place a lot, but never wins, "The Buffalo Bills of _______."

There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been the ruins of many a poor boy And God, I know, I'm one

Well, they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

Well, it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready Now go, cat, go But don't you Step on my blue suede shoes Well you can do anything But stay off of my blue suede shoes

(I'm so sorry.) Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair "Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride" "I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried" Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right To deserve a hug every morning And butterfly kisses at night

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light Or just another lost angel, city of night

Everybody plays the fool sometime There's no exception to the rule Listen, baby, it may be factual, may be cruel I ain't lyin', everybody plays the fool

He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up Had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere People start to scream Big man lyin' on the ground With a hole in his body where his life had been But it was all in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty I got to be free

Not gonna lie. Clicked it hoping to see Merle Haggard in a bathing suit and was disappointed.

I have a conspiracy theory that will blow your mind based on a certain pompous billionaire real estate mogul who started gaining notoriety around the time of his death.

Drinkin' and dreamin', knowing damn well I can't go I'll never see Texas, L.A., or ol' Mexico But here at this table, I'm able to leave it behind Drink till I'm dreaming a thousand miles out of my mind

The baseball league I grew up playing in had competitive t-ball when I first signed up. The rule was, once the ball got to the pitcher, the play stopped. Seems like a good idea in theory. It stops kids from running around the bases and taking advantage of the lack of fielding skills at that age. Problem was, because it was competitive, the strategy just simply became get the ball to the pitcher as soon as possible. It was horrible. They stopped keeping score at that level the next season. Not out of an "everybody's a winner" participation trophy mindset, but without having to worry about winning or losing, they could focus on teaching the fundamentals of the game and playing correctly. My dad was the coach for my brother and I on and off. Every year, he'd get at least one phone call from a parent asking if their kid can pitch. Usually, the funny part was the parents that did this, were usually the parents of the kids that you could tell didn't even want to be there. He usually would let them in games where it was so out of hand it didn't matter anyway. One guy even went as far as pushing my dad's assistant coach against a fence about it. This was a league that was meant to be fun for everybody. Everybody got to bat. And every kid got to play a minimum 2 of the 6 innings. They had an annual draft, that was essentially designed to make sure that the teams had an equal amount talent on all the teams. But one coach found a loophole, and basically told all of his best players parents to write down that they have to be on each other's teams, because they need rides to the game. He was a real a-hole and took it way too seriously, to the point where my dad quit coaching after that year.

McBeane isn't an insult or term of endearment. For better or worse, McDermott and Beane work very closely, and the lines are blurred, at least in the public eye, as to which one made the final decision.

Hank Williams is one of the greatest songwriters of all time. Another one I was thinking. What if Robert Johnson ever got a hold of an electric guitar. I had the same reaction that Keith Richards did the first time I heard him. "Hey. These guys are pretty good. Oh, that's one guy playing the guitar? Holy crap he's talented!"