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[titusnowl]

I met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes
Rooms were made for carpets, towers made for spires
Ships were made for carronades that fire off from inside them
Camptown ladies NEVER sang all the doo-dah day, oh no no no

I met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes
Ships were made for sinking, whiskey made for drinking
If we were made of cellophane we'd all get stinking drunk much faster, ha ha ha!
Camptown ladies never sang all the doo-dah day, oh no no


I adore the Squirrel Nut Zippers. I want all of their albums on long-playing LP.

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[brianjedi.livejournal.com]

But does the sun really shine bright on his old Kentucky home?

Because Bardstown usually has similar weather to ours, and it's been cloudy for a while.