And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Put another log on the fire. Cook me up some bacon and some beans. And go out to the car and change the tyre. Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans. Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe, And then go fetch my slippers. And boil me up another pot of tea. Then put another log on the fire, babe, And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday? Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat? Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday? Well, a man can't love a woman more than that. Ain't I always nice to your kid sister? Don't I take her driving every night? So, sit here at my feet 'cause I like you when you're sweet, And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
So, put another log on the fire. Cook me up some bacon and some beans. Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tire. Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans. Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe, And then go fetch my slippers. And boil me up another pot of tea. Then put another log on the fire, babe, And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Written by Shel Silverstein Recorded by Waylon Jennings
Actually, please hand me the wood, I will carry it inside for you. I will also start a fire and maybe then we can get naked and snuggle under the covers!
...and when you're done hauling in the wood and starting the fire, Make. Me. A.
ReplyDeleteSammich!
Put another log on the fire.
DeleteCook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
Written by Shel Silverstein
Recorded by Waylon Jennings
Is that Chevy for sale,really need to get that woman out of way of shot,hate when that happens!
ReplyDeleteActually, please hand me the wood, I will carry it inside for you. I will also start a fire and maybe then we can get naked and snuggle under the covers!
ReplyDeleteLook's like a young Liz, you know who.
ReplyDeleteRuined it for side part blonds.
in love, me
ReplyDeleteThat's how fire wood can warm you three times instead of only twice.
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