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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
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Will Dockery
2019-08-11 19:06:15 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard

http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj

Corning Town

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.

She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.

Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.

Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.

Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.

Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.

Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.

Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.

Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.

That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.

Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.

Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.

-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-11 21:36:28 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
One of your finest, Doc.....
Will Dockery
2019-08-12 02:31:42 UTC
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-12 03:16:37 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Will Dockery
2019-08-12 06:59:41 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-12 08:57:22 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Great poetry is well worth a bump....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-14 03:59:56 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Having another read and listen down by my camp before taking a nap.....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-15 23:14:43 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Thanks for writing it and singing it.............
High Number
2019-08-20 04:43:04 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Fine poetry and song deserves a bump up....
Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.
Right on Sir.....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-12 23:33:53 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Having a new read and listen... while sipping a wine outside the tent....
Will Dockery
2019-08-13 03:50:05 UTC
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I appreciate the bump, Rex.

;)
Michael Pendragon
2019-08-13 04:01:21 UTC
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I appreciate the bump, Rex.
Thanks for the hump on my bump, General Rump.
Watch my bump jump and get plump as a stump.
I'll take a dump while you slurp like a chump.
So thanks for the hump on my bump, General Rump.
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-13 04:03:58 UTC
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I appreciate the bump, Rex.
Thanks for the hump
Back to your foolish gay laming again I see, Pendragon...

Ha ha ha...
Will Dockery
2019-08-14 23:02:13 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I appreciate the bump, Rex.
Thanks for the hump
Back to your foolish gay laming again I see, Pendragon...
Ha ha ha....
Did he ever stop?
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-14 23:27:30 UTC
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I appreciate the bump, Rex.
Thanks for the hump
Back to your foolish gay laming again I see, Pendragon...
Ha ha ha....
Did he ever stop?
It seems that Pendragon may be a latent homosexual.....

https://allthetropes.fandom.com/wiki/Transparent_Closet
Will Dockery
2019-08-13 22:17:25 UTC
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I'll take a dump
T.M.I.

;)
Andre Hugo
2019-08-17 21:34:56 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I appreciate the bump, Rex.
Thanks for the hump
Gay man lame striking once more..............
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-13 23:16:12 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
This one has a timelessness not often found in a love song....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-15 04:54:57 UTC
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One of your all time best, Doc.....
Ray Novack
2019-08-16 21:46:01 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Excellent...........
Will Dockery
2019-08-17 04:02:15 UTC
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Thanks for the nod, General Zod.

😉
Will Dockery
2019-08-18 20:05:34 UTC
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Thanks again for listening and commenting, Andre.

;)
Andre Hugo
2019-08-19 02:05:54 UTC
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Thanks again for listening and commenting, Andre.
;)
Maybe Jordy will have a listen while he is here....
Will Dockery
2019-08-20 22:41:50 UTC
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Thanks again for listening and commenting, Andre.
;)
Maybe Jordy will have a listen while he is here....
I'll see if I can "Ping" him over here...

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/7x2sdfjXnho/rwgL8zOUAQAJ

Hey, Jordy...

;)
Modern Jazz fan
2019-08-20 23:32:55 UTC
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Thanks again for listening and commenting, Andre.
;)
Maybe Jordy will have a listen while he is here....
I'll see if I can "Ping" him over here...
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/7x2sdfjXnho/rwgL8zOUAQAJ
Hey, Jordy...
;)
Good idea... post it on the Bob Dylan group.....
André Hugo
2019-08-21 23:41:26 UTC
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Thanks again for listening and commenting, Andre.
;)
Maybe Jordy will have a listen while he is here....
I'll see if I can "Ping" him over here...
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/7x2sdfjXnho/rwgL8zOUAQAJ
Hey, Jordy...
;)
Do not think J.D. saw it............
j***@gmail.com
2019-08-23 03:36:55 UTC
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Andre Hugo
2019-08-18 21:26:12 UTC
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"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery {words) / Brian Mallard (music)
Damn right............
Will Dockery
2019-08-19 02:14:41 UTC
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Thanks for the nod, General Zod.

:)
Will Dockery
2019-08-23 03:56:55 UTC
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Thanks for reading and commenting, J.D.

;)
j***@gmail.com
2019-08-23 07:18:28 UTC
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Will Dockery
2019-08-23 07:51:18 UTC
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My pleasure! ☺️👍🥂🎶
Good morning, Jordy.

:)
Bodeen
2019-08-23 10:23:17 UTC
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Hello again, Jordy.....! !!

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