Now, Ol' Red, he's the damnedest dog
That I've ever seen
Got a nose that can smell a two day trail
He's a four legged trackin' machine
You can consider yourself mighty lucky
To get past the gators and the quicksand beds
But all these years that I've been here
Ain't nobody got past Red
And the...
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holdin' on
We're still together, still goin' strong
(You're still the one) You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one) You're still the one that I love
The only...
(for US Veterans' Day)
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off...
We ain't got much now
We're just startin' out
But I know somehow
Paradise is comin'
Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
And good luck's gonna shine
Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
So hold on
We're headed for a better life, hmm-mm
You've seen a lot more than pain
And I don't know what I should say
I've got about a story or two
The silence doesn't know you like I do
Just so you know, you're not alone today
We'll treat it like a summer night, uh
I cross my heart and hope to die, uh
And I swear I won't leave 'til it's over...
For five long years
I thought you were my man
But I found out
I'm just a link in your chain
Oh, you got me where you want me
I ain't nothin' but your fool
You treated me mean
Oh, you treated me cruel
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son (hoo)
She says I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son (hee-hee-hee, no-no, hee-hee-hee, hoo)
No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin' on the other side.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Okay. How about palazzo pants? They're trying to have a revival, too. I like them better, but I haven't yet hit the sewing machine to make any. However I do have a few skirts in mind for repurposing.
This was the movie that was on that drew my attention and I can only find this one pic. With three men in one scene with their pooches under their high-set belts, it gave reason as to why the pleat front pants came back in the forties.