Chapter 74 ~ The Not So Great Escape

Chapter 73 ~ The Not So Great Escape

 

 

 

The Not So Great Escape Chapter 74 Jerry Reed East Bound and Down Smokey and The Bandit Lyric Re-Write North bound and down, loaded up and truckin' a'we gonna do what they say can't be done We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there He's North bound but watch ol'Bandit run Keep my foot hard on the peddle... Mouth, never minds them brakes let it all hang out cause we've got The Buz to take The Angel got my back door, and Ole Kenny's by her side and we'll bring Buz back no matter what it takes North bound and down, loaded up and truckin' a'we gonna do what they say can't be done We've got a Buzzard to catch and take him we will He's North bound But watch ol'Bandit run ...... South bound and down, loaded up and truckin' a'we sure did what they said can't be done We've got Ole Buzz in the cradle and he's going back to jail We're South bound just watch ol'Bandit run Hey Angel's got them ears on, she's hot on the trail and we ain't gonna rest 'till he's in jail So He couldnt dodge Us.... He couldnt duck Us She's gonna keep that diesel truckin.... She puts that hammer down and gives it hell South bound and down, loaded up and truckin' a'we sure did what they said can't be done We've got Ole Buzz in the cradle and he's going back to jail We're South bound just watch ol'Bandit run Well it appears that stealing Buz thought he was gonna get away He and His low life gang of hoodlums are sure gonna pay Yawl better get the hickory and the BBQ grill cause there's gonna be lots of road kill Now it seems ole Buz Just don't never learn Lessons just need to be taught and feathers are gonna burn. The Mouth don't take too kind to the buzzard dung that has been slung Boy Ya don't piss her off it aint fittin' By your scrawny neck you could be hung Your in Dixie Country and we don't take kindly to Yankees When they come here a stealing Now its beyond even wave'n white Hankies The Gold will not leave the great South It always has and always will Belong to the Mouth... She got her name fair and square And Uncle you will cry she solemnly swears. Now you sit your carcass in this Southern Jail Never to return to the Great North from which you hale Your only means of release (chucKle chuckle) will come with your wailing cry of Uncle... Original by Mouth of The South aka Donna DeLong Matthews September/October 2009 We ALWAYS Get Our Man !!!! Come on Buz back Ya go the gators been wait'n on Ya and HUNGRY Too bad your hot rod was not availiable You might have had a chance to get away!!! LOL Halloween Party??? Only behind bars... ღ KKD  ღ   © 2009 Donna DeLong Matthews (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Well as you can see our Dear Kim had the pleasure of laughing all the way this wonderful chapter of this great challenge. She, as we both know, is a lady of few words in comment but she loved this just as I did. It will be Hersh's time to enjoy sometime today. Even the baby seemed to like the music, as she was introduced to Auntie D as she was on Mommy's lap as she read through. LOL Joseph recognized Grandpa's GN right away. Couldn't believe it! Anyway sweetie, just wanted you to know that this was one of your very best in this series and I thank you for including myself and Kenneth. We had a great time chasing our favorite Buzzard through the magic of your graphics and wonderful words. Love you girlie girl! Hugs, Me

[Aspiring Angel]

Hay Donna this is Kim. this write was to fun. I love the pics too. I love these.