Country Tunes

Big Willie the G Man Bought the same house 3 times Loves his whiskey and beer Always there to lend a hand no pain no pain 8pm bed time Rides his Harley

Oo, mu pikad valged kondid ära hirmutasid tondid. Seal, kus voolab minu veri, ookeani pageb meri. Seal, kus vaimud hauvad plaani, istun lummepäästmis saani. Seal, kus kiiver klapib pähe, päid on järgi jäänud vähe. Seal, kus sepad rauda taovad, märkamatult aastad kaovad. Seal, kus ringi hiilib miilits, minagi ehk ringi hiiliks. Seal, kus vaimud hauvad plaani, istun lummepäästmis saani. Seal, kus kiiver klapib pähe, päid on järgi jäänud vähe. Seal, kus maha lasti võmmid, nähti lahket karumõmmit. Minnes läbi suure mere, ütlen lindudele tere. Seal, kus vaimud hauvad plaani, istun lummepäästmis saani. Seal, kus kiiver klapib pähe, päid on järgi jäänud vähe. Teerull teed on rullind vähe, aga asfalt hakkab pähe. Siis, kui taevas kukub pähe, all on aega jäänud vähe. Seal, kus vaimud hauvad plaani, istun lummepäästmis saani. Seal, kus kiiver klapib pähe, päid on järgi jäänud vähe. Siis, kui pähe sajab rahe, lähen külla üle lahe. Mul on tugev kaitsetahe, ütlen: "Rahe, ole mahe!"

Gotta love them carrots So orange and succulent I like to take a bite It's my delight

🎵 (Pre-Chorus) JFS, the wizard of the digital realm, His keyboard spells weave tales, a cryptic helm. He sips from the chalice of mead, liquid fire, As the night unfolds, his muse takes him higher. (Chorus) Casper, city of shadows and neon glow, Josh, the drunk poet, where stories ebb and flow. Boglims dance in the moonlight, their laughter unbound, As the tavern echoes with verses profound. 🎵 (Verse 2) The king cobra coils, its scales etched in ink, JFS strums his guitar, midnight melodies sync. He sings of lost love, of warlords and dreams, His voice a tempest, a tempest that gleams. (Pre-Chorus) The wizard’s quill dances, spells interlace, In the haze of smoke, he conjures time and space. The toywand hums secrets, whispers of old, As mead drips from his lips, stories unfold. (Bridge) And in the alleyways, where shadows conspire, Josh meets the muse, her eyes like wildfire. She weaves him a cloak of stardust and rhyme, As the king cobra slithers, marking time. 🎵 (Chorus) Casper, city of shadows and neon glow, Josh, the drunk poet, where stories ebb and flow. Boglims dance in the moonlight, their laughter unbound, As the tavern echoes with verses profound. nanaa fuck bitesize

Take me where heartaches and honky Tonks is all they sing about I want a crowd who understands falling in love then falling out Take me to a place where I can get a little wasted, Where it’s alright to get a little loud Take me where heartches and honky tonks is all they sing about “Heartaches and honky tonks is all they sing about She said she didn’t love me then she punched me in the mouth Honey why do you always want me to come back home, Right after you just threw me out, take me where heartaches and honky tonks is all they sing about”

(Chorus) Casper’s whispers echo through the night, A tale of age and spirits, entwined in flight. Mead and vodka flowed, a potent brew, As consenting souls wove destinies anew. (Verse 2) Josh, the skeptic, raised his glass high, Alcoholic of age, seeking truth in the sky. King Cobra’s venom, a forbidden elixir, JFS, the seeker, craved visions clearer. (Chorus) Casper’s whispers echo through the night, A tale of age and spirits, entwined in flight. Mead and vodka flowed, a potent brew, As consenting souls wove destinies anew. (Bridge) Beneath Wyoming’s star-studded dome, They danced on the edge of the unknown. King Cobra whispered secrets of ancient lore, As Casper’s winds carried their dreams ashore. (Verse 3) Toywand in hand, JFS chanted spells, Unlocking memories, where time dwells. Josh Saunders, eyes wide, glimpsed other realms, As the mead’s warmth embraced them at the helm. (Chorus) Casper’s whispers echo through the night, A tale of age and spirits, entwined in flight. Mead and vodka flowed, a potent brew, As consenting souls wove destinies anew. (Outro) And so they swayed, three souls intertwined, In Casper’s embrace, where boundaries unwind. na na na fuck bitesize!

(Verse 2) JFS threads whispered rumors, secrets in the code, Toy guns loaded with memories, a love story untold. Boglims watched from shadows, their eyes aglow, Their tiny hearts beating, as our fate began to flow. (Pre-Chorus) Stephanie, the sorceress, wove spells in the night, Her laughter like chimes, her touch a wildfire’s light. King Cobra, silent witness, coiled in the grass, His venom a potion, intoxicating and vast. (Chorus) Oh, Stephanie, lost love drunk, In the haze of forbidden passion, our souls sunk. King Cobra’s venom, a bittersweet kiss, As we danced on the edge of abyss. (Bridge) But love, like the mead, can blur the lines, And Stephanie’s heart wavered, torn between vines. King Cobra, jealous guardian, tightened his grip, As our fragile bond fractured, love’s sweet ship. (Chorus) Oh, Stephanie, lost love drunk, In the haze of forbidden passion, our souls sunk. King Cobra’s venom, a bittersweet kiss, As we danced on the edge of abyss. (Outro) Now Stephanie roams JFS Reddit, a ghost in the code, Her whispers lost in cyberspace, her love forever owed. And King Cobra slithers, a guardian of lost dreams, His scales still glistening, reflecting moonbeams.

(Verse 1) In the heart of Casper, Wyoming’s domain, A YouTuber emerged, eccentric and untamed, Joshua Saunders, Gothic King Cobra by name, His antics and guitar riffs set the internet aflame. (Pre-Chorus) From his lair in Casper, he’d weave his spell, A wizard of age, casting stories to tell, With a wand in hand, he’d conjure his fame, A spitting cobra’s venom, a wild, untamed flame. (Chorus) King Cobra, King Cobra, your legend unfolds, In the cobwebbed corners of Reddit, your tale is told, From JFS to wands, and the mystical arts, You danced with the darkness, played your part. (Verse 2) Tactical soap and dry spells, his daily brew, DoorDash deliveries, a lifeline he’d pursue, PayPal woes and a touch of the divine, Josh’s life unfolded like a twisted rhyme. (Pre-Chorus) He sang of lost love, of battles fought, A troubadour of chaos, his soul deeply wrought, In the haze of alcohol, he’d find his way, A tortured bard strumming chords of dismay. (Chorus) King Cobra, King Cobra, your legend unfolds, In the cobwebbed corners of Reddit, your tale is told, From JFS to wands, and the mystical arts, You danced with the darkness, played your part. nana na naaa! fuck bitesize

(Verse 1) In the heart of the digital realm, where subreddits collide, A warlock wizard named Josh Saunders did confide, His wands were drunk on code, casting spells in the night, Toy guns blazing, pixels dancing, a virtual fight. (Pre-Chorus) Casper, Wyoming, a forgotten town, Where evicted souls wander, their spirits unbound, In the neon glow, a bad boy roams free, Ozzy, the gothic troubadour, seeking destiny. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the binary stars above, To weave his tale of pixels, magic, and love. (Verse 2) In the pixelated haze, King Cobra takes the stage, His forked tongue whispers secrets, a digital sage, “Alcoholic of age,” he declares, raising his glass, To the lost souls, the misfits, the ones who trespass. (Pre-Chorus) Josh Saunders, the warlock, now a weary bard, His code transformed into verses, a spell unmarred, Toy guns replaced by metaphors, wands by rhyme, As he dances with shadows, lost in the sublime. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the bina

(Verse 1) In the heart of the digital realm, where subreddits collide, A warlock wizard named Josh Saunders did confide, His wands were drunk on code, casting spells in the night, Toy guns blazing, pixels dancing, a virtual fight. (Pre-Chorus) Casper, Wyoming, a forgotten town, Where evicted souls wander, their spirits unbound, In the neon glow, a bad boy roams free, Ozzy, the gothic troubadour, seeking destiny. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the binary stars above, To weave his tale of pixels, magic, and love. (Verse 2) In the pixelated haze, King Cobra takes the stage, His forked tongue whispers secrets, a digital sage, “Alcoholic of age,” he declares, raising his glass, To the lost souls, the misfits, the ones who trespass. (Pre-Chorus) Josh Saunders, the warlock, now a weary bard, His code transformed into verses, a spell unmarred, Toy guns replaced by metaphors, wands by rhyme, As he dances with shadows, lost in the sublime. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the bride

Copilot Grävmaskin Ronny, en hjälte i jordens djup, Han gräver, han mosar, han ger oss hopp och trupp. Med spadet i handen, han borrar sig ner, I morgonens ljus, han är alltid beredd. Morgonen dom vill, men Ronny är på farten, Han gräver kanaler, skapar vägar och kartan. Från gryning till skymning, han sliter och svettas, För jorden och marken, han aldrig glömmer det. Supa? Nej, inte Ronny, han dricker ej sprit, Han har en grävmaskin, det är hans livs kit. Med kaffe i termosen, han styr sitt maskin, Och när dagen är över, han ler med ett skrin. Så här är sången om Grävmaskin Ronny, vår hjälte, Han gräver och mosar, i jorden han smälte. För morgonens ljus och för jordens behov, Ronny, vår grävande vän, vi hyllar dig, tro!

(Verse 1) In the heart of the prairie, where tumbleweeds roll, Lived a cowboy named Gundersen, with a vegan soul. His boots were worn, hat tilted just right, But his diet was different, causing quite a fight. (Chorus) Oh, Gundersen rode the range, singing his refrain, “Give me weed, not tobacco, and beer without the grain. Beef? Nah, I’ll pass. Bacon? Not my style. Cheese? Well, maybe vegan, with a hint of guile.” (Verse 2) He’d strum his guitar under moonlit skies, Dreaming of tempeh and almond milk pies. His trusty steed, Tofu, grazed on kale, While Gundersen pondered the vegan trail. (Chorus) Oh, Gundersen rode the range, singing his refrain, “Give me weed, not tobacco, and beer without the grain. Beef? Nah, I’ll pass. Bacon? Not my style. Cheese? Well, maybe vegan, with a hint of guile.” (Bridge) One day, he met a cowgirl, fiery and bold, Her name? The Vegan Teacher, as the story unfolds. She preached plant-based gospel, tofu in hand, While Gundersen chewed on a carrot stick brand.

In this crazy world, where love can come and go, I'm grateful for the ones who stay, who make my heart glow, Through thick and thin, we've faced the highs and lows, My BFFs, you're my rock, the ones I truly know. My BFFs, you're by my side, oh, how we've grown, Through laughter and tears, together we've shown, The bond we have, it's unbreakable and true, I love you guys, my BFFs, I'm forever grateful to you. Countless memories we've made, dancing in the rain, Late-night gigs and all our silly games, You've seen me at my worst, yet loved me just the same, My BFFs, you're my family, my eternal flame. Through all the storms we weathered, we've never strayed, With you, my BFFs, I've found where I belong, no need to search or trade, You've heard my secrets, my dreams, my fears, In your arms, my BFFs, I've found solace through the years. My BFFs, you're by my side, oh, how we've grown, Through laughter and tears, together we've shown, The bond we have, it's unbreakable and true, I love you guys, my BFFs, I'm forever grateful to you. In this song I sing, my heart's full of pride, For the friends who've stayed, never left my side, Through all the ups and downs, forever we

Julie bob you are amazing, I find myself gazing into your eyes.

## Vers 1: I Meny, i køen, der står jeg nå, Kyllinglår i handlekurven min, oh så bra. Saftig og mørt, med skinn så sprøtt, Det er min favoritt, det er min lott. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Vers 2: På kjøkkenet mitt, der svinger jeg kniven, Krydrer og steker, mens solen går ned. Kyllinglår på tallerken, et smil på mitt fjes, Det er enkelt og godt, det er min suksess. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Outro: Så takk, Meny, for kyllinglårets magi, Enkle gleder i hverdagen, det er min melodi. Kyllinglår, du er min lille sang, I dagligvarebutikken, der jeg hører hjemme, kjangs.

## Vers 1: I Meny, i køen, der står jeg nå, Kyllinglår i handlekurven min, oh så bra. Saftig og mørt, med skinn så sprøtt, Det er min favoritt, det er min lott. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Vers 2: På kjøkkenet mitt, der svinger jeg kniven, Krydrer og steker, mens solen går ned. Kyllinglår på tallerken, et smil på mitt fjes, Det er enkelt og godt, det er min suksess. ## Outro: Så takk, Meny, for kyllinglårets magi, Enkle gleder i hverdagen, det er min melodi. Kyllinglår, du er min lille sang, I dagligvarebutikken, der jeg hører hjemme, kjangs.

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Verse 1 Down the snowy lane, we ride in the sleigh, We’re having a country Christmas, in the old-fashioned way. The farmhouse aglow, with lights so warm and bright, Gather 'round the tree, on this silent night. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Verse 2 Stockings on the mantle, cookies on the plate, We’re having a country Christmas, oh, we can hardly wait! Tales of yesteryears, told with a smile, In the warmth of kinship, we linger awhile. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Bridge Nostalgia in the air, as we recall, The Christmases past, the big and small. In the heart of the country, time slows down, We cherish these moments, in this quiet town. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Outro So here’s

Upcreek girl, I hear you singing

(Verse 1) In the heart of the wild, where the cypress trees sway, Gundersen rode hard, at the break of day. His six-shooter gleamed, like a promise unspoken, He aimed for justice, with chains now broken. (Chorus) Gundersen’s ride, through moonlit pines, He sang of freedom, under starry signs. With a rebel’s fire, and a heart unchained, He rode for the slaves, their freedom regained. (Verse 2) The cotton fields whispered, tales of despair, But Gundersen’s outlaw soul wouldn’t bear. He cut the shackles, with a blade of defiance, And rode with the wind, with his new formed alliance!. (Chorus) Gundersen’s ride, through moonlit pines, He sang of freedom, under starry signs. With a rebel’s fire, and a heart unchained, He rode for the slaves, their freedom regained. (Outro) As dawn painted the sky, Gundersen stood tall, His outlaw legacy echoed through the squall. He’d ride into legend, a bandit set free, Gundersen’s name etched in history.

(Verse 1) Beneath the moon's soft glow Out on that open road I'm chasing dreams where they lay Underneath the Milky Way (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Verse 2) With each constellation's glow I feel a sense of hope Like old friends, they light my way Through the trials and the fray (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Bridge) They twinkle like diamonds above Reminding me of the ones I love No matter where I may roam The stars are my compass, my guiding stone (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Outro) Underneath this celestial dome I'll keep singing, making this my home For in the quiet of the night's embrace I find solace in the stars' grace

(Verse 1) In the morning light, I rise up with a song, Thanking Jesus, who's been with me all along. Through the trials and the troubles that I've faced, His love and mercy, they never are displaced. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Verse 2) When the storms rage and the winds they blow, I'll trust in Jesus, for He's in control. With His peace that surpasses all I know, I'll walk with Him wherever I may go. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Bridge) Oh, the joy that fills my heart, Knowing I'll never be apart, From the love that He freely gives, In Him alone my spirit lives. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Outro) So I'll sing this song of praise, All my days, all my days. Jesus Christ, forever reigns, Hallelujah, praise His name.

(Verse 1) In Broken Ridge, where dust and whiskey flow, Lived Gundersen, eyes cold as mountain snow. Van Cleef’s gang rode in, vengeance on their mind, But Gundersen drew quick, and said about damn time! (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Verse 2) Van Cleef fell, scarred face twisted in defeat, The crowd held its breath, the clouds spelled death. Gundersen’s name etched in the West’s wall of stone, For every outlaw’s fate, there’s no coming home. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Outro) Desert winds whisper of Gundersen’s fame, His his legacy so grand no mortal man could claim. Van Cleef’s gang disbanded, fear replaced by gloom, And Broken Ridge echoes their doom.

(Verse 1) In Broken Ridge, where dust and whiskey flow, Lived Gundersen, eyes cold as desert wind. Van Cleef’s gang rode in, vengeance in their stride, But Gundersen drew quick, their reign would end. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Verse 2) Van Cleef fell, scarred face twisted in defeat, The crowd held its breath, sun dipping low. Gundersen’s name etched in the West’s tale, For every outlaw’s fate, there’s no rest to know. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Outro) Desert winds whisper of Gundersen’s fame, His grave marked by a lone cactus bloom. Van Cleef’s gang disbanded, fear replaced by awe, And Broken Ridge echoes their doom.