Friday, February 20, 2015

Just for Fun (Song title/lyric mash-up)


Where you from?

Well, Sister Christian, it’s a long story. I was born a Coal Miner’s Daughter. Daddy left home when I was three, but he told me All You Need is Love, Eight Days a Week. He and Mama got a D-I-V-O-R-C-E and he and His Cheatin’ Heart left in his Little Red Rodeo with Bobbie McGee. Mama said “You Can’t Hurry Love girl.”

I met a man, Bojangles, while Walking after Midnight. He told me I was “Hotter than a $2 pistol” and he’d make me the Queen of his Double Wide trailer. We got married in a fever, and I was the Happiest Girl in the Whole USA.

He went to visit Auntie Grizelda, but I caught him at Hotel California drinking Strawberry Wine with Eleanor Rigby. I talked to Big Bad John about some Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap—Next thing I know, my husband was Shot Through the Heart.

That Night the Lights went out in Georgia, and the next day I left Tulsa in a Chevy in a Hurry in the Pouring Down Rain. I was in Amarillo by Morning, and paid the Witchita Lineman for a Ride on the Jamestown Ferry….and I got off on the Dark Side of the Moon.
 
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The story above was shared at Flash! Friday . Below, I have added some that did not make the cut, but certainly would have been worked into my story had I been allowed more words. :)
 
That man wasn’t Nothing but a Hound Dog, but he told me his Love was Deeper than the Holler and we’d be together Forever and Ever Amen. He couldn’t hide his Lyin’ Eyes though, and he got on the Fightin’ Side of Me more than once.

When I booked my flight they asked me “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” I told them how much “I Love a Rainy Night,” but they said I’d be wondering “Who’ll Stop the Rain,” before too long. Well, atleast I won’t be “Driving My Life Away” “Working Nine to Five.”

(I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.)

Let me know what you think in the comments. Do you have a favorite song/artist represented here?

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