Chris Johnson Is Done
It can't be the line every time.
Chris Johnson has nothing. Eyes do not lie. They said O.J. Simpson could not have done such a thing because he had so much going for him. We had no eyes to see it happen, but we knew it was true. With Johnson there is no mystery. We can see it. They say it can't be because he's still young and this is just his fourth year. See it, believe it.
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Tell them how the weather was... -- Ernest Hemingway bryce_martin_1@Lycos.com
Monday, October 31, 2011
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Monday, October 10, 2011
I Never Was a Weeper
By Bryce Martin
Coming 'round homeward bound
Humped over like a wraith
Sakes alive, show some drive
You got me on that
Speak loud, thundercloud
Just go on shrug it away
ledger entry, elementary
It's so easy to say
(1st chorus)
Left without a dime in hand
Knowin' what lie in store
You know I never was a weeper
Just didn't care anymore
Never was I a weeper
Just didn't care anymore
Never had a chance, Becky said
Some said I would be all right
Woolly worm, a weather term
Silent ran the stream
Pitcher's mound, homeward bound
Checking out the seams
Crow's nest, reinvest
Still wearin' old dreams
(2nd chorus)
The days all pass so fast
Meet myself comin' and goin'
Got black under my eyes
A hard look is my disguise
Don't nobody think I'm nice
(bridge)
Workin' gratis, desert stratas
Becky was surely right
Seein' from her big armchair
Across the miles from her way
Wheat jeans, any means
Bringin' home the skin
Sleeping' through nightmares
Devil invades my sleep
Up in the late afternoon
My body so out of shape
Drinkin' again at the Duck Inn
Is it romance, not a chance
Still I'm back home again
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By Bryce Martin
Coming 'round homeward bound
Humped over like a wraith
Sakes alive, show some drive
You got me on that
Speak loud, thundercloud
Just go on shrug it away
ledger entry, elementary
It's so easy to say
(1st chorus)
Left without a dime in hand
Knowin' what lie in store
You know I never was a weeper
Just didn't care anymore
Never was I a weeper
Just didn't care anymore
Never had a chance, Becky said
Some said I would be all right
Woolly worm, a weather term
Silent ran the stream
Pitcher's mound, homeward bound
Checking out the seams
Crow's nest, reinvest
Still wearin' old dreams
(2nd chorus)
The days all pass so fast
Meet myself comin' and goin'
Got black under my eyes
A hard look is my disguise
Don't nobody think I'm nice
(bridge)
Workin' gratis, desert stratas
Becky was surely right
Seein' from her big armchair
Across the miles from her way
Wheat jeans, any means
Bringin' home the skin
Sleeping' through nightmares
Devil invades my sleep
Up in the late afternoon
My body so out of shape
Drinkin' again at the Duck Inn
Is it romance, not a chance
Still I'm back home again
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