Where in Texas do you live?
I live in harlingen texas.

if you live in harlingen texas feel free to PM me.I would to chat with you.


Molly

Laredo Texas!


Life is but a dream for the dead

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die.

It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today.

Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.

Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
Don't mention his name and his name will pa** on.

When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.

We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead march as we carried him along.
Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong


laissez les bon temps roule

link [www.hit-country-music-lyrics.com]

The song is universally credited to Traditional, and the origins are not entirely clear; but it
seems to be primarily descended from an Irish/British folk song of the late 18th century
called "The Unfortunate Rake", which has also evolved (with a time signature change) into
the New Orleans standard St. James Infirmary

St James Infirmary

I went down to the St James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table
So sweet...so cold...so fair

Let her go...let her go...god bless her
Wherever she may be
She can look this wide world over
But shell never find a sweet man like me

When I die want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
I wanna a boxback coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died standing flat


laissez les bon temps roule

The Unfortunate Rake

As I was a-walking down by St. James' Hospital,
I was a-walking down by there one day,
What should I spy but one of my comrades
All wrapped up in flannel though warm was the day.

I asked him what ailed him, I asked him what failed him,
I asked him the cause of all his complaint.
It's all on account of some handsome young woman,
'Tis she that has caused me to weep and lament.

And had she but told me before she disordered me,
Had she but told me of it in time,
I might have got pills and salts of white mercury,
But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime.

Get six young soldiers to carry my coffin,
Six young girls to sing me a song,
And each of them carry a bunch of green laurel
So they don't smell me as they bear me along.

Don't muffle your drums and play your fifes merrily,
Play a quick march as you carry me along,
And fire your bright muskets all over my coffin,
Saying: "There goes an unfortunate lad to his home."


This l9th century broadside text may not be the grand-daddy of all later
versions of the much travelled "Rake" cycle, 'but it is probably
sufficiently close enough to the original ballad to warrant its use as a
starting point for an examination of the whole family of related parodies
and recensions.

Only a handful of texts reported from tradition have been as graphically
frank in their commentary on the cause of the young man's demise as that
given in this early version. Later texts have tended to treat the matter
obliquely, or have rationalized the situation by having death caused by
other, usually more violent, means. KG


laissez les bon temps roule

Dallas Mavs


GO DIRK


The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes.

Temple/Belton area


If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.
Anna Quindlen

Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex area.


"I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine" - Murray Head "One Night in Bangkok"

San Anton.

I don't live in Texas.


Awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.

Good ole Houston TX!


If you don't like my driving then stay off the sidewalk!

From the part that won the NCAA football and basketball championships....

oops...that's Florida.





you're a hypocriticizer too so stfu

i live in the panhandle

san antonio!!! hehehe


"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take are breath away...