Way over yonder in the minor key...

[Kathleen]

Way over yonder in the minor key....
isn't no body who can sing like me....

[Kathleen]

One of those little songs that just gets you -

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.

[Tihomir]

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.

You have a beautiful voice Kathleen :-)

--
Tihomir 11M, Knin, HR 44°N 16°E
http://www.usenetpedia.com/google-groups.html

... Behind every successful man is an exhausted woman

[FlatIronMike]

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.

[DavidL]

In honor of your meter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acYDNlMYAaI