Post #471333 by Jungle Trader on Thu, Jul 23, 2009 9:58 PM

I'm guilty of being a hick and I don't shiv a git. I'll wear my cowboy hat and my boots and git on up.
Here's a song I like, it's dirt and it's cool, so is Bucky.

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
our cribs were covered in lead-based paint
no child proof lids no seat belts in cars
rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are, still here we are

We got daddy's belt when we misbehaved
had 3 TV channels we got up to change
no video games and no satellite
all we had were friends and they were outside, playin' outside

It was a different world
when we were boys and girls
not just a different time
it was a different world

school always started the same everyday
the pledge of allegiance then someone would pray
not every kid made the team when they tried (Martin)
we got disappointed and that was all right, we turned out all right (Unga Bunga)

No bottled water, we drank from a garden hose
and every Sunday, all the stores were closed

It was a different life
when we were boys and girls
not just a different time
it was a different world