Rebel - KGC
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"UP"...? Remember TEN Two letter(s) words "from" Rev. Dr. Robert H. Schuller (RIP); "It Is Up To Me... If It Is To BE!" TAKE CHARGE! DO IT!
I don't know if I just did the right thing or not. The boys and I ran an errand and there was a homeless lady sitting at the 4 way stop. The boys looked at her and looked at me. I gave her all the money I had in my pocket: a $20.00 bill. She thanked me. I said no need for words I understand. At 16 you see I was homeless. The boys said who was that poppy? I said another human being it doesn't matter....... But here's my mixed feelings. When I was a small kid living with my grandmother a man knocked on our door. My grandmother went into the pickle jar ( she was a loving person) and gave him most of the " shiny" money we had........ Later that day other family came to get us because my grandfather was in a horrible car accident. There was a bar there and my uncle took me inside the bar to call for a tow truck..... And there.... Sitting at the bar....... With my grandmothers "shiny money" was that man...... Drinking my grandmas money away! I was angry, I was hurt. We were poor. She was a good person and he took advantage of us. So I did what any young boy would do....... I walked over and kicked him in the shins over and over until he get off the stool then I kicked him right in the groin and down he went! Now here I was...... Probably 8-10 years old in my first bar fight and having to be pulled out the front door!!!! Thank god he was drunk! Since then and a few other incidents I've been a " hardened soul" lord forgive me.......
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle
Oh she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight, she sang this song so well
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
We made all the hotspots, my money flowed like wine
Then the low-down southern whiskey, yea, began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells, or the money i put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
On the house at the end of town
Oh but boy do i remember the strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Many years since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She always handy with a song
But then one night at the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sing along
If you'll be my Dixie chicken I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland, Down in Dixieland
Folks,
Every time you go away....
I always thought that Paul Young penned this song. It was "overplayed" back in the day. Young's version hit number one on the Billboard Hot 100 on July 27, 1985. Until now, I have never heard Hall sing it.
Thanks, you learn something new every day
"and no courses came up within 300 miles"
Well...he confirmed a need and tossed some names out. As well as possible hurdles in financing.
Only hurdles though, not walls.
Jab with the left to keep target popped enough to not close till you have the measurement just right, and the hole/opening to reach the button.
Transfer weight to left foot and transfer it to follow the slight turn of your wrist to level your knuckles, all before contact without telegraphing..