June Bug, do you remember me?
Understand, I'm older now, you see.
No longer do I visit Grandpa with my brothers.
Every fourth of July, you too, came with many others.
Both of us came to play - beneath the fireworks display.
United again, I recall you never flew so well.
Give us another fourth, and we will give 'em hell.
“There’ll be hell to pay,” DJT warned today …
‘Give ‘em hell, Harry’s,’ successor’s OK!
Going to war, give 'em hell
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Dragons sleeping in my veins
It's just too damn long that's all, yeah
There's nothing special about the road
There's nothing special about the road
Rest assured these things I know
Until all is lost
Endangered species, caged in fright
My daddy was born
in Arkansas.
Momma wore a tight fitt-in bikini bra.
Daddy worked real hard he had us to feed.
We never had alot but had what we need.
I wish there was somethin I could say bout me.
But a squirrel don't fall far from the tree.
I got a little brother and his names Eugene.
When he drinks whiskey he gets real mean.
My sister she is as hard as nails.
They say she knows how to give-em hell.
I wish there was somethin I could say bout me.
But a squirrel don't fall far from the tree.
Our daddy taught us to work;nothin came free.
Momma was in the kitchen fixin ice tea.
We were poor but we knew how to have a good time.
Playing poker and drinking homemade wine.
I wish there was somethin I could say bout me.
But a squirrel don't fall far from the tree.
Wrote by Buddy&Teresa Skyles
7/27/08
This song was wrote for Buddy my 1st.born but with Michelle&Eugene in mind.
Avast me hearties, the pirate cried
We’ll take this ship, the Spaniards pride
Give no mercy, give no quarter
Not to the captain or his daughter
Board the ship and at our leisure
Kill the crew and find the treasure
Then to Tortuga set our course
With no regrets and no remorse
Once in port we’ll give ’em hell
And one day soon they’re bound to tell
Of the sailors who were brave and bold
Took the ship and the Spanish gold
So belay there lads lets get things started
This aint no trade for those faint hearted
Load your pistols grab your cutlass
We’ll show the Spaniards we aint gutless
Splice the main brace, mind that beam
Oh ! Bugger me its just a dream
© John W Fenn 22-12-2008
Avast me hearties, the pirate cried
We’ll take this ship, the Spaniards pride
Give no mercy, give no quarter
Not to the captain or his daughter
Board the ship and at our leisure
Kill the crew and find the treasure
Then to Tortuga set our course
With no regrets and no remorse
Once in port we’ll give ’em hell
And one day soon they’re bound to tell
Of the sailors who were brave and bold
Took the ship and the Spanish gold
So belay there lads lets get things started
This aint no trade for those faint hearted
Load your pistols grab your cutlass
We’ll show the Spaniards we aint gutless
Splice the main brace, mind that beam
Oh ! Bugger me its just a dream
© John W Fenn 22-12-2008
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