By the way, I noticed one of the headings for your other blog called “Crossing a Bridge with a drunk girl at midnight” I haven’t read it but that is a country song and I just wrote a the chorus to the a new song called, “Crossing a Bridge with a Drunk Girl at Midnight.”
I just have the chorus, I got interrupted and haven’t got the verses yet, but here is a rough draft of the course:
“Crossing a Bridge with a Drunk Girl at Midnight”
Gregg Metcalf April 30, 2010
Chorus:
Now I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Trying to make out what’s up ahead with just
one headlight
doing my best to make sure that she is
all right
I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Holding her up with one hand while I’m
a drivin’
Wondering when morning comes will she
be survivin’
Sitting there all snookered she looks like
a fright
I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Speaking of music… you might like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pidokakU4I&feature=player_embedded
OH – MY – GAWD — That’s KEWL. And VERY funny.
How I miss Buck! He is third behind George Jones and Merle Haggard! Thanks for this clip.
Ahhhh….the Bakersfield sound…so sweet. Makes me feel like drinkin’ again. But seriously, RIP Buck and keep on truckin’ Dwight.
By the way, I noticed one of the headings for your other blog called “Crossing a Bridge with a drunk girl at midnight” I haven’t read it but that is a country song and I just wrote a the chorus to the a new song called, “Crossing a Bridge with a Drunk Girl at Midnight.”
I’ll be eager to hear it.
Great music. Let’s head to Austin and take in a weekend sometime.
I just have the chorus, I got interrupted and haven’t got the verses yet, but here is a rough draft of the course:
“Crossing a Bridge with a Drunk Girl at Midnight”
Gregg Metcalf April 30, 2010
Chorus:
Now I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Trying to make out what’s up ahead with just
one headlight
doing my best to make sure that she is
all right
I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Holding her up with one hand while I’m
a drivin’
Wondering when morning comes will she
be survivin’
Sitting there all snookered she looks like
a fright
I’m crossing a bridge with a drunk girl
at midnight
Snookered. That word just tastes good.
Snookered.
Wow, Abraham. This is OLD SCHOOL.
I did love their Bakersfield song.
Good ol’ Dwight and Buck. Thanks for this!
I can’t say I needed much help feeling “lonely, thirsty and happily sad”, but this could work.
My Mom loves Buck Owens.
That cat can sing!