The Real Buffalo Joe

It's love, Brother Love say Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show Pack up the babies And grab the old ladies And everyone goes 'Cause everyone knows Brother Love's show

The red headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana Rode into town one day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The red headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they were sad and tight His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside And his heart was heavy as nightThe red headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they were sad and tight His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside And his heart was heavy as night Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin' his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again

Story. Once my cousin, ten his friends, and I went to see a movie. The theater was in an old abandoned mall that basically only had a bar and movie theater left. We got there an hour early. The bar had a band playing, so I went to watch them while they went to the arcade. Turns out, that it was open mic night. I'd just started learning to play the guitar, and was eager to play even though I only knew a few chords. So my cousin walks into the bar to tell me that the movie is starting. He walks past the stage three times, before realizing I was up on stage, playing/singing Midnight Special with the band. Okay. Back to lyrics. Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me

Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like the FBI And the CIA And the BBC B.B. King And Doris Day Matt Busby, dig it, dig it Dig it, dig it, dig it That was "Can You Dig It" by Georgie Wood And now we'd like to do "Hark the Angels Come"

It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife Even I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin' As long as my two hands are fit to use I'll drink my beer in a tavern And sing a little bit of these working man blues

it's up against the wall Redneck Mother Mother, who has raised her son so well He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell

Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen Save those lies, darling don't explain I recall Central Park in fall How you tore your dress What a mess, I confess, that's not all

So now I'm praying for the end of time To hurry up and arrive 'Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you I don't think that I can really survive I'll never break my promise or forget my vow But God only knows what I can do right now I'm praying for the end of time It's all that I can do Praying for the end of time, So I can end my time with you!

The real problem is, the loophole of owning the Bills AND Sabres... AT THE SAME TIME!

Let me start my question by saying I’m sure there’s a rule against this, but in my few Google searches, I found nothing. Let’s take the Detroit Lions for example. Owned by the Ford family, the same family that owns Ford Motor Company. Lets say there’s a free agent asking to $15 million. Their salary cap will only be able to pay him $10. What’s stopping them from saying in the negotiation room “While we can’t pay you the amount you’re looking for, you’re gonna find Detroit a fine place to live, and more endorsement deals than the other markets,” with the implication being that Ford will sign him to an endorsement deal worth that $5 he was looking for?

Don't speak of the devil He's no friend of mine To turn from him is what we've got in mind Just a liar and a thief The word tells us so We like to let him know where he can go To hell with the devil To hell with the devil

Unchain my heart Baby, let me go Unchain my heart 'Cause you don't love me no more Every time I call you on the phone Some fella tells me that you're not at home Unchain my heart Set me free

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin' A-we gonna do what they say can't be done We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run Keep your foot hard on the pedal Son, never mind them brakes Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make The boys are thirsty in Atlanta And there's beer in Texarkana And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes

Spittin straight fire!

Yep.

💯

Agreed.

This.

This magic moment While you lips are close to mine Will last forever Forever, 'til the end of time Sweeter than wine Softer than the summer night Everything I want, I have Whenever I hold you tight

You know the heart of country music Still beats in Luke the Drifter You can tell it when he sang I Saw the Light Old Marty, Hank and Lefty Why I can feel 'em right here with me On this Silver Eagle rolling through the night? Who's gonna fill their shoes? Who's gonna stand that tall? Who's gonna play the Opry And the Wabash Cannonball? Who's gonna give their heart and soul To get to me and you? Lord, I wonder who's gonna fill their shoes

Running my rig around ninety-five, Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive My heart's beating like a jackhammer, It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer Nine long days through twenty-three states, I gotta see my baby soon you know I just can't wait The police catch me I'll end up in the slammer, 'Cause the law don't want no gear jammer

Tonight the bottle let me down And let your memory come around The one true friend I thought I'd found Tonight the bottle let me down

I'm drowning in a whiskey river Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind And leaving a heart you left so cold Whiskey River, take my mind Don't let her mem'ry torture me Whiskey River, don't run dry You're all I've got, take care of me

Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive Son of a carhop and some all night dive Dad drove a stock car to an early death All I remember was a drunk man's breath Ain't livings’ long like this Can't live at all like this, can I baby?