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	<title>Comments on: Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys</title>
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		<title>By: historyguy99</title>
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		<description>I grew up on Bob Wills who had a song for ever event in a person&#039;s life.

Lost Love-Faded Love:

As I look at the letters that you wrote to me,
It&#039;s you that I am thinking of.
As I read the lines, that to me were so dear,
I remember our faded love.

Good Times-Stay A Little Longer:

Stay all night, stay a little longer, 
Dance all night, dance a little longer, 
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner, 
Don&#039;t see why you can&#039;t stay a little longer.

Old girl fiends-San Antonio Rose:

Deep within my heart, lies a melody, 
A song of old San Antone. 

Reverence-The Maiden&#039;s Prayer

Twilight falls, evening shadows find, 
There &#039;neath the stars, a maiden so fair divine. 
All alone, I seem to see her there. 
In her eyes is a light, shining ever so bright, 
She whispered a silent prayer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up on Bob Wills who had a song for ever event in a person&#8217;s life.</p>
<p>Lost Love-Faded Love:</p>
<p>As I look at the letters that you wrote to me,<br />
It&#8217;s you that I am thinking of.<br />
As I read the lines, that to me were so dear,<br />
I remember our faded love.</p>
<p>Good Times-Stay A Little Longer:</p>
<p>Stay all night, stay a little longer,<br />
Dance all night, dance a little longer,<br />
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner,<br />
Don&#8217;t see why you can&#8217;t stay a little longer.</p>
<p>Old girl fiends-San Antonio Rose:</p>
<p>Deep within my heart, lies a melody,<br />
A song of old San Antone. </p>
<p>Reverence-The Maiden&#8217;s Prayer</p>
<p>Twilight falls, evening shadows find,<br />
There &#8216;neath the stars, a maiden so fair divine.<br />
All alone, I seem to see her there.<br />
In her eyes is a light, shining ever so bright,<br />
She whispered a silent prayer.</p>
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		<title>By: Shannon Love</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shannon Love</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 00:28:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don&#039;t matter who&#039;s in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king

Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times, I&#039;d live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king

You can hear the Grand Ol&#039; Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It&#039;s the home of country music, on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol&#039; Red River hoss that just don&#039;t mean a thing
&#039;Cause once you&#039;re down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king

Well if you ain&#039;t never been there then I guess you ain&#039;t been told
That you just can&#039;t live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It&#039;s the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing
He&#039;ll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king  --- Waylon Jennings

Who knew Lex was a closet Texan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home<br />
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone<br />
I grew up on music that we called western swing<br />
It don&#8217;t matter who&#8217;s in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king</p>
<p>Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then<br />
In spite of all the hard times, I&#8217;d live it all again<br />
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing<br />
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king</p>
<p>You can hear the Grand Ol&#8217; Opry in Nashville Tennessee<br />
It&#8217;s the home of country music, on that we all agree<br />
But when you cross that ol&#8217; Red River hoss that just don&#8217;t mean a thing<br />
&#8216;Cause once you&#8217;re down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king</p>
<p>Well if you ain&#8217;t never been there then I guess you ain&#8217;t been told<br />
That you just can&#8217;t live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul<br />
It&#8217;s the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing<br />
He&#8217;ll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king  &#8212; Waylon Jennings</p>
<p>Who knew Lex was a closet Texan</p>
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