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   From: shadowville@knology.net   
      
   "ggamble"  wrote:   
   >   
   > trailer trash and head bobs?   
      
   Two of my favorite subjects, detailed in my "Truck Stop Woman"... as   
   obsessed as you are with me and my life, I /know/ you're familiar with that   
   one, Gary.   
      
   Headbobbing trailer trash figure into this one, as well, since you asked:   
      
   Corning Town   
      
   I'm out walking again,   
   ignoring the pain.   
   Living like a poor boy again,   
   streets and sheets of rain.   
      
   In the early twilight,   
   dewdrops on the glass.   
   Her lazy hazy sway,   
   through Midsummer past.   
      
   She's still there,   
   in her underwear.   
   But my mem'ry and I   
   can't make contact again.   
      
   Where ever you've been or   
   what you're doing while you're there.   
   I just can't concern myself,   
   or pretend I care.   
      
   Under a jinx,   
   black cloud of Charlie Brown.   
   Sometimes I'm up,   
   most times I'm back down.   
      
   Deep river monkey   
   anyway you look at it.   
   Just too concerned,   
   to let her go.   
      
   Looking through a mirror   
   somewhere in Shadowville.   
   Pocket full of quarters,   
   payphone is my thrill.   
      
   Knocking the Union,   
   seen serpents fall.   
   Out in the distance,   
   among the croaking frogs.   
      
   Deep river monkey,   
   across the divide.   
   This is the year,   
   we shall be blamed.   
      
   Fair thee well my butterfly,   
   I'm bound for Corning Town.   
   Let me watch your eyes smile,   
   for a minute or two.   
      
   That's not me,   
   I'm not on YouTube no more.   
   Some other Touchdown Jesus,   
   is breaking her heart.   
      
   Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,   
   I'll hit the road a while.   
   Up to Russell County,   
   with the little red fox.   
      
   Mist in the snow,   
   mist in the snow.   
   Missed her I know,   
   on these shaky streets.   
      
   I'm out walking again,   
   ignoring the pain.   
   Living like a poor boy,   
   streets and sheets of rain.   
      
   In the early twilight,   
   dewdrops on the glass.   
   Her lazy hazy sway,   
   through a sweet summer past.   
      
   Words: Will Dockery   
   Music: Brian Mallard   
      
   --   
   "Corning Town" by Dockery-Mallard (the video):   
   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)