On Top Of Old Smoky again
Posted on January 25th, 2010 by adminOn top of old Smoky
All covered with sand
I shot my true love
with a red rubber band
I shot her with care
I shot her with pride
Who could have missed her,
She was forty feet wide
I went to her funeral
I went to her grave
While the others threw flowers
I through hand grenades.
-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in [...]

