by K. Brown
We rolled into Iowa
We were rated number five
Thinkin' we were title bound
our hopes were ridin' high
by the time we left those corn fields
we were shucked and plucked and fried
if your gonna go to Iowa
next time be justified
Dont stare a Hawkeye
in the face
you'll get the evil eye
if you're gonna go to Iowa
next time be justified
(break)
We might have been in Iowa
about a minute and a half
when all those Hawkeye faithful
started chantin' for our ass
we were standin there like cornstalks
while the giant combines rolled
they cut us down there to the ground
and baled us up, sent us home
Dont stand a Hawkeye
beak to beak
you'll get the evil eye
if your gonna go to Iowa
next time be justified
(break)
So if you go to Iowa
let me give you some advice
those Iowans is hard and mean
their blood runs cold as ice
I aint sayin Im ungrateful
for their hospitality
but before I go again
Id rather have my right arm amputee'd
Dont stare a Hawkeye
in the face
you'll get the evil eye
if you're gonna go to Iowa
next time be justified
Friday, January 21, 2011
Fare Thee Well (So Long)
by K. Brown
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
When you leave
please take this old guitar
no matter where ya go
no matter how far
it'll be your friend
there to console ya
never feel lost
the nights won't own ya
So guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
The shadows growin' longer
the days gettin' older
got nothin' in my pocket
the sun dippin' lower
wish i could see
the green grass of home
and wish
I didn't always
feel so alone
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
But, guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
When you leave
please take this old guitar
no matter where ya go
no matter how far
it'll be your friend
there to console ya
never feel lost
the nights won't own ya
So guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
The shadows growin' longer
the days gettin' older
got nothin' in my pocket
the sun dippin' lower
wish i could see
the green grass of home
and wish
I didn't always
feel so alone
My words are real
and my heart is true
as sure as the winter wind
blows cold through the city
as fresh as the Spring
will surely be
to make all that's weathered
renewed and pretty
But, guess this is it
time to say goodbye
good luck
fare thee well
it's been good to know ya
There'll be a candle in the window
a light to guide ya
home
fare thee well
so long
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