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Well... Prom was last night. I'll post pictures once I get them scanned and uploaded. there are like 48+ photos i have only 48 right now so I will probably post a few and link to a site for the rest, so please, pay attention and look out for that post.
Prom sucked major ass, just as After Prom did. Hutch has money yet wont put it where it counts.... we are pretty stupid. Hope you have fun.
Dustin left for Mineral Wells, Tx at noon today. He will be back in two weeks for graduation, then possiably leave again for the summer :( He's working with his uncle this summer so I might go see him on the 4th July.
Melissa by Gregg
Allman
Crossroads, seem to come and go,
yeah.
The gypsy flies from
coast to coast
Knowing many,
loving none,
Bearing sorrow
havin' fun,
But back home
he'll always run
To sweet
Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all
the same.
And no one knows
the Gypsy's name
No one
hears his lonely sigh,
There
are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his
hair,
Appearing not to have
a care.
Well, pick up your
gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord,
Lord)
Will you hide the dead
man's ghost,
Or will he lie,
beneath the clay,
or will
his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won't stay without
Melissa.
Yes I know that he
won't stay without Melissa.
Prom sucked major ass, just as After Prom did. Hutch has money yet wont put it where it counts.... we are pretty stupid. Hope you have fun.
Dustin left for Mineral Wells, Tx at noon today. He will be back in two weeks for graduation, then possiably leave again for the summer :( He's working with his uncle this summer so I might go see him on the 4th July.
Melissa by Gregg
Allman
Crossroads, seem to come and go,
yeah.
The gypsy flies from
coast to coast
Knowing many,
loving none,
Bearing sorrow
havin' fun,
But back home
he'll always run
To sweet
Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all
the same.
And no one knows
the Gypsy's name
No one
hears his lonely sigh,
There
are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his
hair,
Appearing not to have
a care.
Well, pick up your
gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord,
Lord)
Will you hide the dead
man's ghost,
Or will he lie,
beneath the clay,
or will
his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won't stay without
Melissa.
Yes I know that he
won't stay without Melissa.