Evil_Capri

They call you the bandit
An outlaw untamed
Shackled only by freedom
You wear no man's chain
Some say they despise you
Well maybe they do
But deep down inside them
I bet they wish they were you

Evil_Capri

Yeah, I like Stevie . . .

Stand back stand back
In the middle of my room
I did not hear from you*
It's alright it's alright
To be standing in a line
Standing in a line
Standing in a line

kcoTiger

Yeah, old enough to know I'm old, young enough to know what I'm missing.

Evil_Capri

Not a bad spot to be in . . . . in my opinion!

Evil_Capri

I do like Ellie after a few beers . . . .

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone

Evil_Capri

Well how much does it cost
i'll buy it
the time is all we've lost
i'll try it
he can't even run his own life
i'll damned if he'll run mine...(sunshine)

Evil_Capri

Probably one of the best baselines ever . . . in my opinion . . .

Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick
But Jam Master cut faster Jack's on Jay's dick
Now Little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep
And Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep
And Alice chillin somewhere in Wonderland
Jack's servin Jill a bucket in his hand
And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound
The turntables might wobble but they don't fall down

Evil_Capri

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

kcoTiger

Are you kidding? It's the worst! You know what you're missing because you can't do what you used to be able to do and you're young enough to know it only gets worse!

Evil_Capri

I love getting older! No BS! I did enough to know I don't wanna try half the sh*t I did that ended up with me in places I never wanna go back too! (Forgive the grammatical errors, I'm 9 Guinnesses in and typing isn't a top priority at present time.)

Evil_Capri

You can do anything you choose
Well I'm gonna be the man gonna sing them blues
Red, white and blue down to the bone
You don't like that then take your punk *** home

Evil_Capri

I won't switch won't quit my vices*
Flip the script cause I'm gonna slice the righteous*
Haven't you heard I don't refrain*
Free as a bird and so I won't change*

Evil_Capri

And I had stripes on my back, memories that hurt*
For the only time I seen sunshine is when I hit the dirt*
Diggin' ditches for the chain gang, sleepin' in the cold*
Oh Lord please forgive me for I could not wait no more

Evil_Capri

I live the kinda life most men only dream of
I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go
When it's over
So I hide my age and make the stage and
Try to kick the footlights out again

Evil_Capri

This one is my favorite one
This is me and grandma in the summer sun
All dressed up the day we said our vows
You can’t tell it here but it was hot that June
That rose was red and her eyes were blue
And just look at that smile I was so proud

Evil_Capri

And my daddy skinned his knuckles
On the cars that he repaired
He never earned much money
But he gave us all he had

He never made the front page
But he did the best he could
Folks drove the cars from miles around
And let 'em look underneath the hood

And they made their house from a tool shed
Grandaddy rolled out on two logs
And they built walls all around it
And they made that house a home

Evil_Capri

Hey, baby I love you
Hey, baby I need you
Hey, baby you ain't got to prove to me
You're some kind of macho man
You've wasted so much of your life
Runnin' through the dark nights
Let me shine a little love light
Down on that blues man.

Rather B.Blown

I have to disagree. This is the best bass line ever.




Talk about angry, ferocious, pissed off and hurt bass notes, followed up by the God of the Gibson guitar. Duane. and a Hammond B3 organ.

Rather B.Blown

It just doesn't get much better that this in today's music scene.

Evil_Capri

I said "probably," and I'd throw "Whipping Post" in my basket of great baselines as well!