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The first things I remember
Are frosty Carolina mornings
With a cheery fire crackling
In my mommas big black wood cook stove
I remember snow flakes
As big as goose feathers
And the moon the colour of new
Made country butter and a night sky
Like diamonds against black velvet reaching
From horizon to horizon
I remember when the biggest problems
In my barefoot life were sand spurs and Red ant hills
I remember sitting with my grand-daddy
On the front porch and watching the last
Of that magnificent southern sun bleed away
Into the twilight sky
I remember Sunday school and kneeling at the cross
And trying to imagine what God looked like;
Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and a little puppy my
Daddy brought home to me and I remember love
I remember steam puffing, fire breathing
Awesome 10 wheel locomotives and the
Conductor's watch looked
As big as one of my grandmothers biscuits
I remember my mother smiling
In a red and white chequered dress and Christmas
Always seemed so far away. Yes, I remember you Carolina
Grand old lady of the South
I remember you as home
One of the memories that stays on my mind
About an old southern lady that I left behind
Is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
And an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines
"The problem with quotes on the Internet is that it is sometimes hard to verify their authenticity." -Abraham Lincoln
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'
Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day
And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf
But let me tell you I got some news for you
And you'll soon find out it's true
And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself
'Cause I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song, woo, hoo, hoo, woo, hoo, hoo
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