Old Can Ride
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Well (deep subject content here!), the hand doctor said he did not see any harm in a little cotton pickin ride. My wife said I need to be cleared by a doctor, and he is a doctor(just not the shoulder doctor).
So, off Nana Chou and I went on a little cotton pickin ride, we did go. Two counties over this nice sheriff was good enough to stop us just to talk. He must have know Nana Chou from some wheres, because he said "not you again". Don't believe I had ever had the privilege of meeting this nice fellow before. Well, anyway we got to meet another nice new friend. Heck, he liked us so much that he asked for our autograph.
So, on we went on our little cotton pickin ride. Once we got there, it looked just like it had snowed.
Texas Cotton Country:
For you folks who have never picked cotton, next it goes to the cotton gin.
From the cotton gin the cotton gets compressed.
From here the cotton is shipped all over the entire world.
Now going home, it rained, it rained, and it rained. I had my rain gear with me, but it has been so long sense I have gotten to ride in the rain, so I just kept on riding. It was great, the rain came down so hard it felt like buck shot hitting my skin. Riding in the rain, the eye of god was on me and taking good care. What a great day!
And to end "The Best Little Cotton Pickin' Ride in Texas"
It all gets better at the end of the rainbow!
So, off Nana Chou and I went on a little cotton pickin ride, we did go. Two counties over this nice sheriff was good enough to stop us just to talk. He must have know Nana Chou from some wheres, because he said "not you again". Don't believe I had ever had the privilege of meeting this nice fellow before. Well, anyway we got to meet another nice new friend. Heck, he liked us so much that he asked for our autograph.
So, on we went on our little cotton pickin ride. Once we got there, it looked just like it had snowed.
Texas Cotton Country:
For you folks who have never picked cotton, next it goes to the cotton gin.
From the cotton gin the cotton gets compressed.
From here the cotton is shipped all over the entire world.
Now going home, it rained, it rained, and it rained. I had my rain gear with me, but it has been so long sense I have gotten to ride in the rain, so I just kept on riding. It was great, the rain came down so hard it felt like buck shot hitting my skin. Riding in the rain, the eye of god was on me and taking good care. What a great day!
And to end "The Best Little Cotton Pickin' Ride in Texas"
It all gets better at the end of the rainbow!
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