----- Original Message -----
Sent: December 11, 2004 10:43
Subject: Re: [TruthTalk] Jesus the
Messiah
John, Sorry about that. I'm very
frustrated right now. It's not you...
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..Not a good time of the year for
heartache.
John
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Well, today has
been a sad ol' lonesome day
Yeah, today has been a sad ol' lonesome
day
I'm just sittin' here thinking
With my mind a million miles
away
Well, they're
doing the double shuffle, throwin' sand on the floor
They're doing the
double shuffle, they're throwin' sand on the floor
When I left my long-time
darlin'
She was standing in the door
Well, my pa he
died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died and
left me, my brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got
married
Never was heard of any more
Samantha Brown
lived in my house for about four or five months
Samantha Brown lived in my
house for about four or five months
Don't know how it looked to other
people
I never slept with her even once
Well, the road's
washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
Yeah the road's washed out -
weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have the hardest
time parting with
Are the things you need the least
I'm forty miles
from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
I'm forty miles from the
mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
Settin' my dial on the radio
I
wish my mother was still alive
I see your
lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
I see your lover-man
comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
He's not a gentleman at all - he's
rotten to the core
He's a coward and he steals
Well my captain
he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
My captain, he's
decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
He's not sentimental -
don't bother him at all
How many of his pals have been
killed
Last night the
wind was whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was
Last night the
wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out what it was
I tell
myself something's comin'
But it never does
I'm gonna spare
the defeated - I'm gonna speak to the crowd
I'm gonna spare the defeated,
boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd
I am goin' to teach peace to the
conquered
I'm gonna tame the proud
Well the leaves
are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off of the shelf
Leaves are
rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off the shelf
You gonna need my
help, sweetheart
You can't make love all by yourself
Bob Dylan, 'Lonesome Day Blues', _Love &
Theft_
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