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On purpose... I haven’t written anything for a long time... do you ever get tired of your stuff... I woke up a few mornings ago with this poem skipping through my head... in the middle of the day I found the punch line... this morning I decided to make it into a song....
please don’t consol me about Max.... he’s still doing fine... it’s just me goofing around with words and music....
please don’t consol me about Max.... he’s still doing fine... it’s just me goofing around with words and music....
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Lyrics
Max has had a tough life... That is how the story tells
Max could never give us pups... we cut off both his bells
I'm sad to say the family dog expired recently
After a vote we planted Max under the dogwood tree
Now on it's face, It seems this song speaks only of his doom
But I’ll look forward every spring to seeing Max in bloom
Because the roots of that young tree drink in his final juices
And in each dogwood blossom Maxwell finally reproduces...
And in each dogwood blossom Maxwell finally reproduces...
Max could never give us pups... we cut off both his bells
I'm sad to say the family dog expired recently
After a vote we planted Max under the dogwood tree
Now on it's face, It seems this song speaks only of his doom
But I’ll look forward every spring to seeing Max in bloom
Because the roots of that young tree drink in his final juices
And in each dogwood blossom Maxwell finally reproduces...
And in each dogwood blossom Maxwell finally reproduces...
alackbass
Lovely! Touching! Rather funny too. Great guitar playing and tone! Awesome vocal too!