I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, little girl, it's plain to see, There ain't nobody that can sing like me
She said it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly Yes, my luttle girly, that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me
We walked down by the Buckeye Creek To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee To hear that west wind whistle to the east There ain't nobody that can sing like me
Oh my little girly will you let me see Way over yonder where the wind blows free Nobody can see in our holler tree And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree And laid it on the she and me It stung lots worse than a hive of bees But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Now I have walked a long long ways And I still look back to my tanglewood days I've led lots of girls since then to stray Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Whoohoooo! With hope and heart, Kathleen
It has been Five wicked short years, eleven wicked busy months, 11 wicked precious hours, 20 wicked cool minutes and 39 wicked awesome seconds since I smoked, by the grace of God, much to my total astonishment and dismay. I have mentally mutilated 43229 stinky, wicked nasty, health destroying, joy stealing death expediators, saving $7,565.15 to spend frivolously on music related items to fill my home with song - to the glory of God - and sending my daughter to college. Life saved to be spent dancing and singing at the top of my lungs: 21 weeks, 3 days, 2 hours, 25 minutes.
Instead of taking 51 puffs of smoke, Kathleen spoketh upon us:
>Now I have walked a long long ways >And I still look back to my tanglewood days >I've led lots of girls since then to stray >Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Woo Hoo Kathleen! I would be singing too if I had 71 months of smobriety under my belt! That is sooo sweet. And in a very short time, you'll be at 72 which is also 6 glorious years of smobriety! Keep on kicking butt and singing and we'll all celebrate together!
Now, do sit back and enjoy as a full choir from The Original Yodeling Gnomes are heading your way with Horace, the Huffing Hogg, to sing songs of smobriety to help you celebrate this milestone!
FlatironMike One year, three months, six days, 12 hours, 20 minutes and 13 seconds. 9230 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,768.83. Life saved: 4 weeks, 4 days, 1 hour, 10 minutes.
> I lived in a place called Okfuskee > And I had a little girl in a holler tree > I said, little girl, it's plain to see, > There ain't nobody that can sing like me
> She said it's hard for me to see > How one little boy got so ugly > Yes, my luttle girly, that might be > But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
> Ain't nobody that can sing like me > Way over yonder in the minor key > Way over yonder in the minor key > There ain't nobody that can sing like me
> We walked down by the Buckeye Creek > To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee > To hear that west wind whistle to the east > There ain't nobody that can sing like me
> Oh my little girly will you let me see > Way over yonder where the wind blows free > Nobody can see in our holler tree > And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
> Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree > And laid it on the she and me > It stung lots worse than a hive of bees > But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
> Now I have walked a long long ways > And I still look back to my tanglewood days > I've led lots of girls since then to stray > Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me.
> Whoohoooo! > With hope and heart, > Kathleen
> It has been Five wicked short years, eleven wicked busy months, 11 wicked > precious hours, 20 wicked cool minutes and 39 wicked awesome seconds since I > smoked, by the grace of God, much to my total astonishment and dismay. I > have mentally mutilated 43229 stinky, wicked nasty, health destroying, joy > stealing death expediators, saving $7,565.15 to spend frivolously on music > related items to fill my home with song - to the glory of God - and sending > my daughter to college. Life saved to be spent dancing and singing at the > top of my lungs: 21 weeks, 3 days, 2 hours, 25 minutes.
