posted on 01/31/2007 6:23:25 PM PST
(I will always love you, Flyer.)
My sweet pax...
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.
You don't have to call me Flyer
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
posted on 01/31/2007 6:33:26 PM PST
(Gad, Millee! 1st Lindsy goes into rehab, then you bust a gut to get my attention...)
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