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Mariposa Mountain Man: THE MOUNTAIN MAN
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Dedicated to the memory of Charlie Countz and all mountain men everywhere. The Story of Charlie. Wednesday, August 19, 2009. Original lyrics by Stan Countz. Whether down on his luck or livin' high on the hog. He loved his ol' truck and he cut his own logs. He hated the traffic, the noise and the smog. But enjoyed the chase and the barkin' of dogs. Whether livin' in town or down in the dumps. He was a mountain man and he took his lumps. He paid his dues and he paid at the pumps. He didn't pull no punches.
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Mariposa Mountain Man: THE STORY OF CHARLIE
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Dedicated to the memory of Charlie Countz and all mountain men everywhere. The Story of Charlie. Sunday, August 16, 2009. THE STORY OF CHARLIE. By Stan C. Countz. Dedicated to his father, Charlie Countz]. He grew up on a farm. Had looks and charm. Met mom in high school. Fell for her real hard. He was cool but she was smart. And I guess that was the start. Of the recipe for a broken heart. The recipe for a broken heart. He went to work milkin' cows. They had a baby on the way. The baby came and it was me.
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Mariposa Mountain Man: WISHIN’ I’D LISTENED
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Dedicated to the memory of Charlie Countz and all mountain men everywhere. The Story of Charlie. Monday, August 24, 2009. WISHIN’ I’D LISTENED. By Stan C. Countz. I swore you’d be fine / I ignored all the signs. Couldn’t see the speed bumps up ahead. Toolin’ down the road / in automatic mode. While you were lyin’ in your bed. I was miles away / when you passed away. By the time I arrived, you were dead. Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said. Who knows when we will go? Stan C. Countz. Fence...
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TODAY AND WAY BACK WHEN: Good Ol' Daze
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TODAY AND WAY BACK WHEN. Saturday, June 28, 2008. She’s IM’ing with her Sidekick. Downloading a new ringtone. Her room looks like it was hit. By a tornado or a cyclone. I’m tired of screaming at her. Telling her to clean her room. I’m tired of drama and chatter. Tired of acting like a buffoon. Can’t wait ‘til she’s all grown up. Moved out and up and on her own. Got her own truck, car and phone. Her own credit card and home loan. 8216;Til then we gotta go for broke. Gotta try to guide and teach her. If th...
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Friday, December 14, 2007. RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz, music by Bruce Guynn. He pulled out her letter and read it over again. The one she wrote the night she up and left him (It was…). One part never there, two parts unprepared. A dash of despair and there you have it…. The recipe for a broken heart. Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame. Of the recipe for a broken heart.
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': My Best Friend
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Thursday, December 13, 2007. Words by Judy Whann, music by Don Whann. You were there when I needed a friend. When I felt lost and my life was at an end. You saw in me a person whose life was free. You became my best friend. You were there to ease the pain. To teach me to let go, with nothing to gain. A boy and a girl out have fun, just friendship. No need to run, my best friend. I never want to let you go.
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS. Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz. I hear the Spirit weeping. His voice rings loud and clear. The Father isn't sleeping, He'll wipe away our tears. And calm our foolish fears. His promise He is keeping. Your cries for help He hears; He holds them for safekeeping. We're wasting bitter tears; our silent cries He hears. Nothing is as it appears. Can I Ever Tru...
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Dancin' on the Ceilin': NO STOPPIN' ME
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Dancin' on the Ceilin'. Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of life and love. Tuesday, December 11, 2007. By Stan C. Countz. Everyone is in their places and they've taken their seats. It seems to me a sea of faces are staring out at me. It's the stuff of dreams and the crowd seems to be waitin’. To be anticipatin’ and wonderin’ what’s happenin’ to me? I’m tryin’ to figure out if the crowd is laughin’ at or with me…. Will my butterflies line up in rows if I don’t swing the bat? Hope the ...
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I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU: I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU
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I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU. Sunday, January 6, 2008. I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU. By Stan C. Countz. I was there before you were ever born. Before your arms and legs were formed. I was there when you turned away. I’ll be there ‘til your dyin’ day. Before I ever made you. I knew I’d die to save you. I’ll never leave or forsake you. Men will come; men will go. You will reap what you sow. I’ll always love you; I’ll always care. I’ll always be there for you. You were confused and you couldn’t cope. Has pr...
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Mariposa Mountain Man: THAT CHARLIE GRIN
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Dedicated to the memory of Charlie Countz and all mountain men everywhere. The Story of Charlie. Sunday, August 16, 2009. He loved to hunt; he was a mountain man. When he shook your hand – you knew it. But he couldn’t fish worth a damn. And if you fibbed– he saw through it. His favorite singer was Johnny Cash. He had his name carved on his belt. He wore a handlebar mustache. And told you just how he felt. Loved the smell of mountain air. A cup of coffee on a cold night. And a good clean fight. Ode to Mam...
