When I update, I kind of want more than 2 comments? Eh. I guess I deserved a cold shoulder for a bit, but now I think I'm back.

Computer man says its the end of time, December 31st nineteen ninety nine. People buyin' up Army surplus things, afraid of what the New Year will bring.

Shelly's at the kitchen table, cup of coffee, the morning paper when he walks in, she's so surprised to see the tears in his eyes, he says, "I love you, I'm so sorry, but bigger dreams are waiting for me. But I can't do this anymore."

They pay their bills, watch TV in, day out, its all they need. Mow the grass, fix the leak just to fix it again. They go to church, go to school, everyday it's something new. Precious are the days as they go by in their ordinary life.

Lovin' you is like living in Las Vegas, round the clock outrageous. Bells and bussers flashing, neon lights every night. Whirlwind of emotion, chaos and commoiton, on a winnin' roll with lady luck, what a rush. Don't have a home to feel rich and famous, cause baby, lovin' you is like livin' in Las Vegas.

Their little boy turned five the other day, at the party she'd never seen a face so happy. She worries as the years go by, will he ownder why he don't look like his daddy? She sees them playing in the yard, their laughter sometimes hits her hard, the bond they share makes her start to cry. In times like that, she'd give anything if she could change the lie.

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses, this sweet concoction is smooth as molasses, nothing to do but breathe all day until the big moon rises and it's time to play.

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone, tired of this tired old tie I got on, sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, we all get sick of it all now and then.

I stillllll existttt :)

You've got your Texas way of walking. You've got your sexy way of talking. I let you get all under my skin, but now your welcome has worn thin. So next time you go, don't come back again.

Put on a mini-skirt, a tiny shirt. It's friday night, I just got paid. Gonna call up all my girls, drive down to Jimmy's bar. Cause we know that's where the boys play. I wanna sing out loud, gonna move these feet. Wanna be the dancing queen. Gonna drink margarita's till the sun comes up.

The first thing I did when that plane finally landed was kiss the ground. The next thing I did was to go find my friends down at the old hangout. Drank some beer, and talked a lot about old times. But when the booze finally hit Billy Joe Grimes, he said, I don't know what it is, but you seem different to me.

I wheeled into a truckstop in Texas, a little place called Hamburger Dan's. I heard that jukebox playin' a song about a truck drivin' man. That waitress bought me some coffee, I thanked her, then called her back again. I said, you know that song, it sure does fit me cause I'm a truck drivin' man. Pur me another cup of coffee, for it is the best in the land. I'll put another quarter in the jukebox and play the Truck Drivin' man.

She wanted nothing more in her life than to see her name in lights. So I came along for the ride. But there was just no end to the smokey bars and unpaid rent. Day job blues held by a thread.

North Dakato boy in Tennessee. That singin' town had got the best of me, oh yeah. And I lost my love to the dream. Looking back I lost a part of me, and so I said, you can drag me back to Nashville, but you'll drag me back to Nashville dead.

She said, I got this hat in California from a man on the street, his name is Joe. Have you ever been to California? Well, you really got to go.

She said, I knew a man down in Miami, he was a welder just like you. She said I love the ocean in Miami, I've never seen anything quite so blue.

Hey; where you goin' today, rocket girl? tell me what life is like, past the city limit sign. Dream your dreams in my ear, baby, just get me out of here. Fly me around this world, rocket girl.

He said, you look like hell, boy, where's your better half? I said, she's gona and I don't think she's coming back. Did she have some last minute shopping that just couldn't be postponed? This ain't no time of year to be alone.

When I was a boy, I went to hear this picker play. I still recall his blue guitar like it was yesterday. I was powder, keg waitin' for someone to light the fuse. He struck a match and I did catch the troubadour blues.

When I got my first guitar, I played until my fingers bled. Though my parents wished that I were doing something else instead, I wish they'd understand it isn't something I can choose. Oh mama, I was born to sing.

So let me thank you, Mr. President, to me, you've been so kind for the well of inspiration can dry up from time to time. Each time you open your mouth, you give me something I an use.

Though the money we got ain't going far, you can't make a lot with an acoustic guitar. But I'm ready, I hope I'm ready. Cause even fools are born with the tools they need.

I got married here, it'll be two years this spring. I can see her in her mama's white dress, everytime I hear the church bell ring. I know some folks said she could do better than me. But she was raising a girl on her own, and she was only 19.

The government man started building his dam, then he told us it was all for the best cause they were tearing it down. They were drowning our town, in the name of progress I guess.

Hi guys !!! Remember me? Yes, it's Rhythm_Quotes. I decided I miss this site, even though I have a new one. I'll update this one whenever I get the chance, okay?

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Some of us work 9 to 5 at a desk job way downtown, and some of us have calloused hands from working that old ground. But we've got one thing in common, every guy I know is the same, we've got a burning in our hearts and it's a never ending flame.

First day, high school, being cool was a golden rule, didn't matter what anyone else would say. New shirts that our mommas' bough, we were thinking we were mighty hot, my chest sighed. We were feeling like cash was free, undesputed champions of the hallway.

Stole the keys to my daddy's truck, that tough old man.. I was pushing my luck, the things you do to impress the boys. With six cold old beer, and three good friends, a George Strait tape that never ends. The starry nights and country girls, no better time in this whole world.

There were freaks and hippies in my high school, football players all tryin' to be cool, and everybody scramblin' to hide their beer when the cops drove by, til the coast was clear. Kids fallin in & out of love, on the hood of Chevys, in the beds of trucks. We were stumblin' our way through life till our senior year. But man, we sure did learn a lot in that Wal-Mart parking lot.

Before you tell me how loud I can play my music, before you tell me the way I should raise my kids, before you try to tell me what to say, you might wanna think about it, yeah. Beore you turn my family farm into a strip-mall, before you move another factory overseas, before you go givin' my job away - you might wanna think about it.

Hey ya'll, watch this. Daddy's belt, momma's drapes, standing tall on the backyard shed, looking cool in my superman cape. I told the neighborhood girl, say, hey ya'll, watch this. My fate was a broken arm, my reward one big kiss. When daddy asked me why I did it, I made him laugh out loud when I told him, "'cause the chicks dig it."

One miss America smile, two blue eyes, three little words I'm telling her tonight. She's cooler than cool and hotter than the 4th of July, she's five foot six and she's gonna look great. I'm seven minutes early for an eight o'clock date. She's one hot number, she's a hard nine, working on ten.

I met a man from Tenessee, this is what he said to me, he said music is a rhapsody. He picked up his violin, stuck it underneath his chin and started playing me a symphony. I said, that ain't the way its done, let me see that fiddle son. And I sawed him off a chorus or two.

When I was a boy on my daddys knee, that's when he said these words to me, said, "listen to what I'm gonna tell you son, and you can help the world go round. Don't climb no mountain cause you might slip, and I know you'll drown if saving ships. Here's a guitar all shiny and red, and it makes a magic sound."

Now you can pick Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry too. And you can do anything that you wanna do, won't cause no harm, and never started no wars. And it sounds like father rain. They can call it country, they can call it rock, but I'll play this supper till the day I drop.

Some folks get their college degrees, and then they open up an office and they charge big fees. I never was good for much at all, except for playin' kinda loud.

We tell our kids to just say no, then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go. Slaps him on the wrist and then turns him back out on the town. Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope, I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope, I'd hang em high and let 'em swing till the sun goes down.

Well, you know what's wrong with the world today? People done gone and put their Bible's away. They're living by the law of the jungle, not the law of the land.

As far as I'm concerned, there ain't no excuse for the raping and the killing and the child abuse. And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess.

I QUIT.

im updating now. want another one tomorrow + the rest of the week? comment me! seriously, im off from school. i have time!

in the day we sweat it out in the streets, of a runaway American dream. at night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines. sprung from cages out on highway 9, chrome wheeled, fuel injected & stepping over the line. baby, this town rips the bones from your back. its a death rap, its a suicide rap. & we gotta get out while we're young. 'cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.

he walked with a purpose, in his sneakers down the street, like children often do. He said, "tell me your thoughts of God? & tell me, am i very far?"

the streets were full of junkies & homeless, & they all wanted something, they all wanted something. & what am i supposed to do? there are too many of you.

she said, "im gonna hire a wino to decorate our home, so you'll feel more at ease here, & you won't have to roam. we'll take out the dining room table & put a bar along that wall. & a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall."

just bring your Friday paycheck, & ill cash them all right here. & ill keep on tap - for all your friends, their favorite kinds of beer. & for you, ill always keep in stock, those soft aluminum cans. & when you're feeling macho, you can crush them like a man.

we'll rip out all the carpet & put sawdust on the floor. serve hard-boiled eggs & pretzels, & i wont cook no more. there'll be monday night football on TV above the bar. & a payphone in the hallway, when your friends cant find their car.

i'd be the same in hollywood, or right in my own kitchen. i believe in fussin' when you're mad, & scratchin' when you're itchin.'

where i come from, opportunities, they never were too good. we never had much money, but we did the best we could.

i get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen, just to get  the paper that i never read. cause i know she'll be there, barely in her robe, sitting on her front porch, paintin' on her toes, her husbands always on the road.

she was in the middle of an empty dance floor, wrapped up in a tall dark strangers arms. they didnt see me slip in through the shadows, & sit down at the end of the bar, she was kissin' him all over, the way she never kissed me.

she doesn't dance & she hates dark, smokey places. she doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes or short sexy dresses, her hair would be up, the way that i love it. never so down & crazy; believe me, i know my baby.

the bartender said, can you believe it, man, some guys have all the luck, but in a cold old world so full of pain & heartache, its good to see somebody so in love.