I'm in the Mood for a Melody


Sometimes I wonder how the simple rain can weep
Or why the winds a lonely child that cries itself to sleep
Ive envied all the sunlight, the amber of its smile
And wished it could be borrowed for a while

If I could be the rain, I'd wash down to the sea;
If I could be the wind, there'd be no more of me;
If I could be the sunlight, and all the days were mine
I would find some special place to shine

But all the rain I'll ever be is locked up in my eyes
When I hear the wind it only whispers sad goodbyes
If I could hide the way I feel I'd never sing again;
Sometimes I wish that I could be the rain

If I could be the rain, I'd wash down to the sea;
If I could be the wind, there'd be no more of me;
If I could hide the way I feel I'd never sing again;
Sometimes I wish that I could be the rain
Oh, where are the snows of yesteryear!
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Speaking of End Times prophecies and Southern Rock, here's one heck of a combo:  Waiting for the Thunder by Blackberry Smoke.

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"The Heart of Jesus is closer to you when you suffer, than when you are full of joy." - St. Margaret Mary Alacoque

Put not your trust in princes: In the children of men, in whom there is no salvation. - Ps. 145:2-3

"For there shall be a time, when they will not endure sound doctrine; but, according to their own desires, they will heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears: And will indeed turn away their hearing from the truth, but will be turned unto fables." - 2 Timothy 4:3-4
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George Thorogood And The Destroyers -
Bad To The Bone (Official Video)


On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I broke a 1000 hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a 1000 more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

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I make a rich woman beg
I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

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And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby
Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

Writer(s): George 'corn pop' Thorogood
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Georgia Satellites - Keep Your Hands To Yourself (1986)

Play "Keep Your Hands T…"
I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-lang-a-ling
Want to call you on the telephone, baby - I give you a ring
But, each time we talk I get the same old thing:
Always, "No huggy, no kissy, until I get a Wedding Ring"

My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself"

Cruel baby, baby, baby, why you want to treat me this way?
You know, I'm still your lover boy - I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggy, no kissy, until I get a Wedding Vow"

My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself"

See, I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in
And that's when she started talkin' about true love, started talkin' about Sin
I said, "Honey, I live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggy, no kissy, until you make me your wife"

My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines, and keep your hands to yourself"

Writer(s): Daniel John Baird
Oh, where are the snows of yesteryear!
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Beautiful, beautiful guitar work here from the master.
"The Heart of Jesus is closer to you when you suffer, than when you are full of joy." - St. Margaret Mary Alacoque

Put not your trust in princes: In the children of men, in whom there is no salvation. - Ps. 145:2-3

"For there shall be a time, when they will not endure sound doctrine; but, according to their own desires, they will heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears: And will indeed turn away their hearing from the truth, but will be turned unto fables." - 2 Timothy 4:3-4
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