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Link Details for: | unpublished lyrics |
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| Link ID# | 133 |
| Link URL | http:// |
| Submited By | stephen k smith |
| Added On | Mon_Jul_26__2004 |
Description:
A PLACE CALLED DAGO BOTTOMS WE WOULD GO DOWN TO THE CREEK,OUR DAD WOULD TAKE US FISHING,AND TEACH US ABOUT NATURES WAYS,AND THE THINGS THAT WE WERE MISSING. THATS WHERE I CAUGHT MY FIRST FISH,AND DAD HE SPOILED US ROTTEN,DOWN THROUGH THE WOODS,WHERE NO ONE GOES, TO THIS PLACE CALLED DAGO BOTTOMS. TROUBLES LORD WE HAD OUR PART,HARDTIMES YOU KNOW WE GOT EM, BUT HAPPY DAYS HAVE ALL PAST BY,SINCE OUR DAYS IN DAGO BOTTOMS. MY DADDYS HANDS WERE HARD AS ROCK,BUT SOMETIMES AS SOFT AS COTTEN,WHERE TIME IS LOST AND NEVER FOUND,IN THIS PLACE CALLED DAGO BOTTOMS. I WAS A COWBOY WITH MY FIRST GUN,A CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM SOMEONE,MOMA NEVER TOLD US WHO HAD BOUGHT EM,BUT GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT,AND THE SUN WILL SHINE UPON YOUR FACE,IN THIS PLACE CALLED DAGO BOTTOMS. WRITTEN BY: STEPHEN k SMITH,COPYRIGHT (c) 2004 lyric type. POEM |
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