Tuco

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I'm tired of playing foolish games I'm tired of all of your lies making me insane I don't ask for much, the truth will do just fine Won't you lay it on the line

I hear some people been talkin' me down, Bring up my name, pass it 'round. They don't mention the happy times They do their thing, I'll do mine. Ooh baby, that's hard to change I can't tell them how to feel. Some get stoned, some get strange, Sooner or later it all gets real. Walk on

I been down around Houston,Texas Where the sun shines most of the time I been drivin' about six hours Tryin' to reach that Arkansas line But Texarkana's an hour ahead And I got to keep my wheels rolling But woman you're always on my mind Twenty-four hours at a time So my woman I'm hopin' you feel the Same way

I don't know about the AMA. I know the game day protocol, which includes an unaffiliated neurosomething consultant on each sideline as well as one in a booth with two trainers to assist him, was established after the league paid $765 million to former players because of concussions. It was enhanced after the first Tua debacle to what we have today. I know they take it seriously. The CBA contains the word concussion 182 times. The entire protocol and checklist were developed jointly by the NFL's head, neck and spinal committee and the NFLPAs similar committee. And that protocol and checklist are agreed to in the CBA by both parties. The part of the CBA just describing the game day protocols takes up 13 pages. Of course I don't know, but I think a little more has gone into it than just having it blessed by the AMA. Also, to the point of helmets adding to the instances of concussions, FWIW my father, who played his high school ball in the '50s, has been saying this for over 60 years that I'm aware of.

I can hear windmills and rainbows Whenever you're talkin' to me (Never, never say never) I feel like swirling and dancin' Whenever you're walking with me (Whenever you're walking with me) You ripple like a river when I touch you (Let me touch you) When I pluck your body like a string (Show you what I mean now) When I start dancin' inside you (Oh, baby) You make me wanna sing (I love you so) Yeah (I love you so) Baby (I love you so)

In the bone-colored dawn, me and Gypsy Scotty are singin' The radio is playin, she left her shoes out in the back He tells me a story about some girl he knows in Kentucky He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that

The Old man rocks among his dreams, a prisoner of the porch The light he said at the end of the tunnel Was nothing but a burglars torch And them that was caught in the cover, are all rich and free But they chained my mind to an endless tune When they took my only son from me I know it's true, oh so true Cause I saw it on T.V.

I was standin' at the station Out at the end of the line Feelin' mad, just a bit impatient And I wish that you would make up my mind Yes, I was out there on the platform Pay phone keeps eatin' my dimes And I still don't have an answer And the train's leavin' right on time

I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all (Love stinks) Love stinks Yeah, yeah

I rode in to town today And in my heart I said, "Lord, I'd love to stay" Something in me said "Boy, move on" Don't know what it is The good Lord bred it in my bones And I'm searchin' for a rainbow And if the wind ever shows me where to go You'll be waitin' at the end Then I'll know I'll say, "To Hell with that pot of gold"

I guess I should've kept my mouth shut When I started to brag about my car But I can't back down now because I pushed the other guys too far She makes me come alive And makes me wanna drive When she says, "Don't worry, baby." Don't worry, baby (don't worry, baby) Everything will turn out alright (don't worry, baby) Don't worry, baby (don't worry, baby)

I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I put my boots on that ole dance floor I put three rounds Lord, in my .44 I loved the girl, she was my sunshine Her name was Eleanor Caroline She got fast, with a friend of mine At the dance hall Lord, on the county line I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I made my way across that ole dance floor And put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor

Took my chances on a big jet plane Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same The sea was red and the sky was grey Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake As the children of the sun began to awake (watch out)

Taking my time, choosing my lines Trying to decide what to do Looks like my stop, don't wanna get off Got myself hung up on you Seems to me you don't wanna talk about it Seems to me you just turn your pretty head and walk away