Good Ginny's BalladGinny Ginny Ginny got him good, shot the father like he should.Good Ginny's Ballad
Ginny Ginny Ginny's got his gun, at his side till church is done.
Oh Ginny you'll go to jail. Oh Ginny arent you scared of hell?
Ginny Ginny Ginny couldnt stand, the shepherds theft from the land.
He'd stand at the pulpit evry day, an' say that money is the only way.
Ginny's brother bless his soul, gave his money for heaven toll.
Now his children dont have bread, his salr'y saved their souls instead.
Oh Ginny don't get your gun. &n
-the cook's song-will a kitchens white clad cook, burn the boiled broth,-the cook's song-
or sink some potatoe bread? no, she will sing her song.
her notes will make a muffin, they will pass the shiney pots, rising from her tasting lips, the cooks song will create:
kingly cakes- red and blue fruit stacks- a million high honey candy- fat and full from the song of the cook.
dissapointasaurustwo tribal boys with feathers in their hair hunt the lonely hungry dissapointasaurusdissapointasaurus
through magic woods with a talking tree they trace the steps with dirty feet.
outside of the forest, one hunter stops the other, "there is magic around" he pointed to the hill
the sky exlploded, with blues and greens, spirals of fire and smoke, all very orderly.
out stepped a magic mage, age four hundred and three, his had spots of blue fire, burning holes accidently.
--
sunday you need love monday be alone
i hope you have lotsa fun here
great start,
--
Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
Previous PageNext Page