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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: somebody say happy birthday

Sunday, December 4

somebody say happy birthday







Some people say a man is made outta mud

A poor man's made outta muscle and blood

Muscle and blood and skin and bones

A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong....



You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store ...

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine

I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine

I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal

And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" ....

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store .......


"and the monkey flipped the switch"

7 Comments:

Anonymous RD said...

Love Tennessee Ernie Ford . . . "whadaya get, another day older and deeper in debt." Timeless. Thanks Greg - for the great memory and the fabulous mammories. A pair to draw to!

8:24 AM  
Blogger Grampapinhead said...

Happy Birthday

2:03 AM  
Blogger Rusty said...

Happy Birthday Greg

9:09 AM  
Blogger Arathorn said...

Happy Happy!!! ANd didn't tennesee earnie have the greatest voice?

9:59 AM  
Blogger satyavati said...

Happy Birthday.. I hope you get all the titty you dream of.
Love
me!

12:44 PM  
Blogger Nightmare said...

Rollin rollin rollin. Happy B-Day Greg, and Might I get a "Happy Kawanza Bitches!" in there too!

12:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Greg....Anybody up to giving greg his birthday spankings..."stays out of arms reach" LOL...I'm not that brave..I think I will leave this one alone and let the ladies have at it....Evermore


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