Dave Land wrote: > On Mar 23, 2006, at 7:57 AM, Horn, John wrote: > >>> On Behalf Of Ronn!Blankenship >>> >>> Shannon, is gone I heard >>> She's drifting out to sea >>> She always loved to swim away >>> Maybe she'll find an island with a shaded tree Just like the >>> one in our backyard >> >> I was waiting for this one. >> >> Hoping against it, I guess, but expecting it nonetheless. >> >> My wife likes to pull this one out when we play the "worst song you >> can have stuck in your head game"... > > I wonder how many others play this game with their significant > others? > Peggy has been following this thread with great enjoyment. Credit > for > several of my offerings must go to her. > > She is a cruel woman. Today, she suggested this: > > > My father married a pure Cherokee > My mother's people were ashamed of me > The indians said I was white by law > The White Man always called me "Indian Squaw" > > [CHORUS:] > Half-breed, that's all I ever heard > Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word > Half-breed, she's no good they warned > Both sides were against me since the day I was born > > We never settled, went from town to town > When you're not welcome you don't hang around > The other children always laughed at me "Give her a feather, she's a > Cherokee" > > [Repeat Chorus] > > We weren't accepted and I felt ashamed > Nineteen I left them, tell me who's to blame > My life since then has been from man to man > But I can't run away from what I am >
Pass this one back to your honeybunch with my regards! <G> (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda) There's a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time away And talk about their homes And there's a girl in this harbor town And she works layin' whiskey down They say "Brandy, fetch another round" She serves them whiskey and wine The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) "What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) "Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea" (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) Brandy wears a braided chain Made of finest silver from the North of Spain A locket that bears the name Of the man that Brandy loves He came on a summer's day Bringin' gifts from far away But he made it clear he couldn't stay No harbor was his home The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) "What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes When he told his sailor stories She could feel the ocean foam rise She saw its ragin' glory But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man And Brandy does her best to understand (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) At night when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town And loves a man who's not around She still can hear him say She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) "What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit) "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl) FADE "What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl) "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" xponent Brandy - The Most Gullible Girl In Town Maru rob _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
