Funny selfbow song
Verfasst: 04.03.2006, 12:42
It's a post from the U.S. leatherwall forum and I like to share it with you ...
Negley
Post:
I found this selfbow medley. It might be willie's. It doesn't want to format correctly but you can still get into a melodious rhythm if you know the tunes.
Joe
In the twilight I first drew her Selfbow breakin’ in the rain
When I hit full draw she parted I knew she’d never shoot again
Love is like a shattered woodie Only memories remain Through the ages and the splinters Selfbow breakin’ in the rain
I’m crazy, I’m crazy for makin’ this selfbow I’m crazy, I’m crazy for thinkin’ she’d shoot
I knew- I’d spend half my life in the basement And one pull- is all she would give me to boot
Worry, why do I let myself worry? Wonderin’, how in the world did she break?
I’m crazy, for thinkin’ my selfbow would last me I’m crazy for cryin’ I’m crazy for tryin’ I’m crazy for heaven’s sake
Mammas don’t let you babies grow up to shoot selfbows Shoot recurves with carbons and other fine things in this life
Mammas don’t let your babies grow up to shoot selfbows And cause lots of trouble and bodily injury and strife
Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled you That lonely, lonely night.
Maybe I am the problem Your tiller wasn’t right
Little things I really should have done I guess I just didn’t take the time
Now this broken bow is mine Now this broken bow is mine
Hello walls-here’s another bow for you I know you’re tired-cuz I hung up fifty-two
Well I know these wall-hangers Will someday have to end
But right now they’re all breakin’ When they bend
When the shootin’ day is through You will find me feelin’ blue
The selfbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Yeah the selfbow- it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Lots of selfbows you can see Breakin’ on the tiller tree
Yeah the selfbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow!
Yeah the slefbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Turn out the lights-the party’s over They say that all- good things must end
Call it a night-my selfbow’s broken And I’ll never shoot that same old bow again
What a crazy, crazy party Look at all the recurve boys Shootin’ carbons and havin’ fun
But look at me-I’m almost cryin’ Cuz for me-the fun is dyin’ Misery-my selfbow’s broken
Turn out the lights-the party’s over They say that all- good things must end
Call it a night-my selfbow’s broken And I’ll never shoot that same old bow again
Negley
Post:
I found this selfbow medley. It might be willie's. It doesn't want to format correctly but you can still get into a melodious rhythm if you know the tunes.
Joe
In the twilight I first drew her Selfbow breakin’ in the rain
When I hit full draw she parted I knew she’d never shoot again
Love is like a shattered woodie Only memories remain Through the ages and the splinters Selfbow breakin’ in the rain
I’m crazy, I’m crazy for makin’ this selfbow I’m crazy, I’m crazy for thinkin’ she’d shoot
I knew- I’d spend half my life in the basement And one pull- is all she would give me to boot
Worry, why do I let myself worry? Wonderin’, how in the world did she break?
I’m crazy, for thinkin’ my selfbow would last me I’m crazy for cryin’ I’m crazy for tryin’ I’m crazy for heaven’s sake
Mammas don’t let you babies grow up to shoot selfbows Shoot recurves with carbons and other fine things in this life
Mammas don’t let your babies grow up to shoot selfbows And cause lots of trouble and bodily injury and strife
Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled you That lonely, lonely night.
Maybe I am the problem Your tiller wasn’t right
Little things I really should have done I guess I just didn’t take the time
Now this broken bow is mine Now this broken bow is mine
Hello walls-here’s another bow for you I know you’re tired-cuz I hung up fifty-two
Well I know these wall-hangers Will someday have to end
But right now they’re all breakin’ When they bend
When the shootin’ day is through You will find me feelin’ blue
The selfbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Yeah the selfbow- it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Lots of selfbows you can see Breakin’ on the tiller tree
Yeah the selfbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow!
Yeah the slefbow-it ain’t a good bow But it’s my bow
Turn out the lights-the party’s over They say that all- good things must end
Call it a night-my selfbow’s broken And I’ll never shoot that same old bow again
What a crazy, crazy party Look at all the recurve boys Shootin’ carbons and havin’ fun
But look at me-I’m almost cryin’ Cuz for me-the fun is dyin’ Misery-my selfbow’s broken
Turn out the lights-the party’s over They say that all- good things must end
Call it a night-my selfbow’s broken And I’ll never shoot that same old bow again