Sports, Women, Medicine, New cultures
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range His horse and his cattle are his only companions He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons Waiting for summer, his pastures to changeAnd as the moon rises he sits by his fire Thinking about women and glasses of beer And closing his eyes as the doggies retire He sings out a song which is soft but its clear As if maybe someone could hear(chorus) Goodnight you moonlight ladies Rockabye sweet baby james Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose Wont you let me go down in my dreams And rockabye sweet baby jamesNow the first of december was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston Lord, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to goTheres a song that they sing when they take to the highway A song that they sing when they take to the sea A song that they sing of their home in the sky Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep But singing works just fine for me
My favorite movie is Thombstone.
Favorite TV show is Smallville.
batman always will be the best
wolverine is the shit