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Where 69 meets 40,
There’s a single stop light town,
And back when I was really young,
A part of that burned down,
On any given Friday night,
We’d drive a hundred miles,
Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store,
Laughing all the while,
With as many friends as I could pack,
In my daddy’s Ford,
But I ain’t in Checotah anymore.My hotel in Manhattan,
Holds more people than our town,
And what I just paid for dinner,
Would be a down payment on a house,
I’d rather be tipping cows in Tulsa,
Than hailing cabs here in New York,
But I ain’t in Checotah anymore.I’m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
the Oklahoma kind.In a world of long red carpets,
The bright lights of Hollywood,
All the paparazzi flashing,
Could make a girl feel pretty good,
You can get anything you want here,
Except a Wal-Mart store,
But I ain’t in Checotah anymore.I’m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
the Oklahoma kind.Where the Wildcats beat the Ironheads,
Old Settler’s day and the Okrafest,
After prom, down at the bowling lanes,
Catching crappie fish in Eufaula lake,
I ain’t in Checotah anymore.I’m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
the Oklahoma kind,
But I ain’t in Checotah,
No I ain’t in Checotah,
Oh, there’s nothing like Oklahoma.Where 69 meets 40,
There’s a single stoplight townGawd i’ve missed mixing with you lunatics
Couldn’t have said it better myself 8)
I’ve bought one of those long handle grab thingys. I swear I’m shorter since the car crash.
I am going to attempt to stand up……….
I would like to re-introduce myself if I may.
I was once a lowly maggot but metamorphosis is a powerful process.
I do like to pop back to the farm where my pupation occured, just for old times sake.
Unfortunately, the chickens still think of me as fodder. But then I’ve learned to flitter very well.@fastcars wrote:
You better believe it… 8)
Oh I do. It’s slightly scary. But fascinating all the same.
@fastcars wrote:
The harem is gathering again
You remind me so much of Sword. You don’t know, and yet you care. Like the demons inside you are screaming. You’re weird.
@toybulldog wrote:
what was all that in 40s last night ?
fookin eck !!
A Tudor-style, through-the-looking-glass, love-in.
Peace 8)
I think that Rachel is a deserving winner. She gave up her letter for the others and never once mentioned it. You don’t find many people like that. Kind.
Even better. Wailing and such always gets more telly coverage.
I died. But nobody came to my funeral. Not even the vicar.
So I’m back….. to build bridges, make bestest buddies, join every clique, and be seen as an indispensible member of the messgae board.
Then, when I die the next time, people will shed great big blousy blobs of inconsolable grief. And I will know I am loved.
