Saturday, October 14, 2006

My theme song.........

My son called me at 4:30 this morning. Nowadays, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, I assume it can only be bad news. Fortunately, it was not; he just wanted to talk. Nonetheless it screwed me up sleep wise. So I popped in "Thank you for Smoking" into the DVD player while I tried to get sleepy again. Had not watched the movie since I bought it last week. I forgot some of the cool music they have especially the closing song by the Kingston Trio, which I officially proclaim as the new theme music for this blog. When you listen to the lyrics-it just says, me.

Some people say I'm a no 'count. Others say I'm no good. But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' who what I think I should, O, yeah. Doin' what I think I should.

Chorus:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar,
spend it as fast as I can. For a wailin' song and a good looking girl guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.

When I was a little baby, my momma said, Hey, son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man. And
sing what must be sung, poor boy. Sing what must be sung.

(Chorus)
And
I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can. For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.

Now that I'm a grown man,
I've traveled here and there. I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song, The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones who ever care.

(Chorus)
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can. For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.

Some people say I'm a no 'count. Others say I'm no good. But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah. Doin' what I think I should.

(Chorus)

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can. For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand.


Hey, I thought it was a clever way to get some of my old posts back again! Enjoy!

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