She told him "You'll forget in time"
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated nineteen sixty-two
He had underlined in red
Every single "I love you"

I went to see him just today,
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away,
First time I'd seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

You know, she came to see him one last time.
Oh, and' we all wondered if she would.
And it kept running' through my mind-
"This time he's over her for good."

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today


\m/

Let's hear it for co-dependence, madness, and obsession. Also the wrong forum.

...really? I coulda swore I seen loads of that stuff here

Yes, but did you have to go to classic country to find a song with appropriate lyrics?

its so emotional

Country emo?




Isn't that George Jones, by the way? And shouldn't everyone be drinking with country on?

Only the good country songs that are about whiskey drinking and ass kicking.

I listen to country allllllll the time, bitches. <3 cuntree.

that's just cause you're white trash. but you're hot white trash, so it's ok.

That's gay. If he truly loved her, he'd love her after he died, too. He probably added that "till I die" clause because he's Muslim, and he gets to bone dozens of virgins in heaven. If you ask me, you should be banned for posting this, as it is really sad and cruel and terrible.

It wouldnt be country if it wasnt

Not all country is sad and cruel.

Yeah, right.... and Robert E. Lee was a winner.

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again' 'er
I only wish we'd won.
I aint ask any pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the Yankee nation
And everything they do;
I hates the Declaration
of Independence, too.
I hates the glorious Union,
'Tis dripping with our blood;
I hates the striped banner,
I fit it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. lee
For three years there about,
Got wounded in four places,
And starved on Point Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism
a camping in the snow,
But if I killed a chance of Yankees,
I'd like to kill some more.


Three hundred thousand Yankees
Are stiff in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot
I wish there were three million
Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket
And fight' em now no more
But I ain't a-goin'to love' em
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.


Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought against 'er
I only wish we'd won.
I aint ask any pardon
For anything I've done

but you am chunky white trash
you know nothing still

cani see pic of your new tattoo?


YOU AM TRAITOUROUS FOR SCANDLAS SONGS AGAINST NATION

I'm not chunky. Not anymore, anyway.

And which tattoo? I've got 9.

most revelainng one

Ugh . . . One of my old room-mates used to listen to the most obnoxious contemporary country music, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to some Johnny Cash.

Umm.. revealing? Is that what you mean?

show her the Clint Black tat you have on your crotch.