The sun was a beatin and I was a drinkin, a fishing pole between my legs.
The day was a long one, alone in the hot sun, with nothin in my brain but haze.
The fish could be bite'in but they weren't a fightin cause I couldn't feel a thing.
All I was doin, sittin and stewin, thinkin of her again and again.
She was a young one, but her growin was all done, a body that'd make a man crawl.
Her smile was infectious, the biggest in Texas, a true country babydoll!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Quip's Corner - My Southern Love Note (act 1)
Posted by Aaron at 3:09 PM
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I love it! You write better than most paid professionals.
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