I wonder what ever happened to honor among friends?
I know you and I are more like brothers, sealed by the blood till the end.
Yesterday the angels told me, what you have done for my boy.
Even my new heart skipped a beat, can’t explain this heavenly joy.
Remember when you took on that giant? Oh, the surprise in my daddy’s eyes.
I’m sorry he became so defiant. I always said he had too much pride.
Do you ever wield my sword in battle? Or, still strapping that one of a kind?
Here – nothing resembles a shadow. Closest to a regret is leaving family behind.
But, it’s not over yet, we will always be friends.
They say it was a match made in heaven, and I’ll soon see you again.
But, don’t do anything to hurry, I’m here forever so don’t worry…
Forever never ends.
Heard you got yourself a new wife.
After you saved the Ark of the Covenant.
I know I could never repay you, for the kindness you’ve shown Mephibosheth.
But, if you were here man, I would So give you a big kiss.
You always were so full of grace and kindness.
But, David, you’ve never even dreamed of anything like this.
Words can’t begin to describe this true heavenly bliss.
But, it’s not over yet, we always will be friends.
They tell me our friendship really was made in heaven.
And, I’ll soon see you again.
But, don’t do anything to try and hurry – I’m here forever, so don’t worry.
Because forever-Never ends.
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My Baby don’t stand no cheaten my babe, My baby don’t s
tand no cheaten my babe;
From cotton fields back in ole Mississip, Muddy be the Water, turn Chicago hip, my baby Etta, at last, still the queen.
Wolf be howlin, Willie a tower, Etta crying Daddy, Minnesota Fat’s a coward…
Money played Chess, was in his soul, Allen Freed the phrase, coined Rock & Roll;
Buried Chuck,with jail house rock…Elvis played the song, took him straight to the top…my babe…
Playing blues, slide guitars best, cried the night they lay Walter to rest, never seen no angel look so sharp,
But, then you never seen no angel playing blues harp…my babe
Everything seemed to die, when Walter went away,
Muddy had no money, Willie still wrote songs for no-one to play;
When from across the sea, a forgotten voice, Willie said Mud, member them lil white English boys?
Mud say, ain’t got no money to fly no plane, Willie said, them boys still loves you for giving them their name;
Want’s us to tour with-em, and play our songs;
And England soon met the boys who set the tone: