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I May Not Be
by Bobby7

I may not be the smartest man that ever walked this Earth.
But, I examine all the facts, to determine what they're worth.

I may not the kind of man that would stand out in the crowd,
But, I'll always stand behind my friends, and, of that, I'm very proud.

I may not be the kind of man to pass each and every test,
But I am the kind of man who will always give his best.

I may not the kind of man you'd want for company,
I'm a rough around the edges, and that's the way I'll always be.

So, if you stop to chat with me; and if I seem uncouth.
Just fire away your questions, and you'll always hear the truth.

I may not be the kind of man you'd like to call your friend,
But, I'm there each time I'm called upon, and I'll be there 'til the end

And if you think I'm not the man that you think I should be,
Well, when I look into a mirror, a nice man's looking back at me.

I may not be a lot of things that you would have me be...
Diversity's the "Spice of Life"...

That's why You're You...and I am me...

"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."

"Time for me to fly" Reo Speedwagon

"Oh mirror in the sky, what is love?" stevie nicks

The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

And will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend

Quiet man, gentle man, softly spoken, humble man.
You turned my head and caught my eye.
Recognised you instantly, couldn't say goodbye.
Laughter in your melodies, soul in your song.
Where do you go when you're playin'?
Do you think you'll be there long?

Always pleased to see you, glad that your around.
Warm thoughts and memories, tied into your sound.
Soft lights in focus, shinin' on your steel
Toe gently tapping, playing how you feel.
Head bent low and eyes half closed.
Lost in your music, singing out your woes.
Solitary figure, contained in the light,
Sharing stories of youe life, way into the night.
There seems to be much more to you,
You give it all away.
You've heard it all before my friend,
there's not a lot to say.

Quiet man, gentle man, softly spoken, humble man.
You turned my head and caught my eye,
Recognised you instantly, couldn't say goodbye.
Laughter in your melodies, soul in your song.
Where do you go when you're playing?
Do you think you'll be there long?

Your strong deep voice is on the phone.
Warm laughter in my ear.
Stories of your time away, remind me that you're near.
The moments we're together, they're always so much fun.
Walking by the ocean, lazy breakfast in the sun.
Who knows where we're going? We'll find out when we're there.
It's only here and now for sure, when there's nothing to compare.
Think your thoughts and write your songs, collect along the way.
Yesterday's forgotten, there's only room left for today.
Always pleased to see you, glad that you're around.
Warm thoughts and memories, tied into your sound.

Quiet man, gentle man, softly spoken, humble man
You turned my head and caught my eye.
Recognised you instantly, couldn't say goodbye.
Laughter in your melodies, soul in your song.
Where do you go when playing?
Do you think you'll be there long?


A work in progress.... my daughter and I play it together, she sounds amazing!!!

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.

"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"

"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"

"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."

THOMAS HARDY

Well They'll stone ya when your trying to be so good
Hey they'll stone ya just like they said they would
Well they'll stone when your trying to go home
Then they'll stone ya when your left all alone
Hey, but I would not feel so all alone,everybody must get stoned