Abide

Don't let em worry you babe, the Lord will take your side, some people use the bible, to try to pin your hide, Don't let em ride, you aint their bride, your my bloody mate, till me chips are fried, on the other side, when i kick down the gate, and i decide, who is mate,as me spirit do glide, johnson does state, ride cowboy ride, good on ya mate. abide..
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mcknight Avatar
October 12, 2011 at 8:39 PM
sweet man of favor, you are chival, always welcomed at my table If never we shared a thought, today would not be the same, to be quite honest, it would be lame You've brightened the walls where my P.C. sets Knowing you, and our God never, ever regrets, Baby Lu
Johnson Avatar
October 12, 2011 at 10:00 PM
you are good an better still than the low life that abounds, the Lord will level the playing field, slap down them nasty hounds, cos your orright! Baby Lu...
Mcknight Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 3:11 PM
sorry for getting carried away with the joking and all Don.
Lane Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 6:53 AM
We will abide. Tony
Johnson Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 7:12 AM
on ya cobber mate of mine!
Mcknight Avatar
October 10, 2011 at 9:29 PM
I am Baby Lu and I do abide.
Johnson Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 12:32 AM
good on you babe...
Roberts Avatar
October 10, 2011 at 8:04 PM
great piece Don, much enjoyed
Sivey Avatar
October 10, 2011 at 7:43 PM
What a glorious write Don! I think its great you writing about this...great subject! "till me chips are fried" ha ha, awesome line! Wonderful job!!
Mcknight Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 2:12 PM
pestered not perstered
Mcknight Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 2:11 PM
and taters ride inside? tater is slang word for potato. because each state in the U.S. has a different way they speak with their words and how they say them, creek, where I come from, they say crick/cric and so on and so on, I attempted to be funny no wars with me, I am behaving from now on, because a man is making sure I am safe. Don, I am Baby Lu, but that man I've picked on and perstered so much, I was terrified of him from the start and I don't know why. I'm not talking to him anymore.
Mcknight Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 2:05 PM
chip/french fry? they are both good, no more potater wars. whats a cobbler?
Mcknight Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 2:03 PM
uh, chips are french fried, an old war long ago between a tater, a tot and two knives of chefs colided, the tot knew nothing and still today, who wants 'em (tater tot is a minced potato that looks like a small barrel, they freeze them with preservatives.) and Ireland cries, cries, and cries everytime the homeless little tot, is wearing pepermint stockings robbing real potao pride.
Johnson Avatar
October 11, 2011 at 12:38 AM
we don't have "fries" mate , just chips that are are fried, or the "chups" of the Kiwis, the taters sure ride ...inside...
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