The Bowling Poets
Bob Whitlow
October 10, 1977, a legend is born in Paragould, AR. His
name is Bob Whitlow.
Little did he realize, he would go on to play the Blues
Alley and have a little cult
following in the Northeast Arkansas area. He is known as
the Black Rock stud,
country outlaw, and the Arkoma flash. He is also known toget drunk and tell everyone
he's Waylon Earle
The Bowling Poets
Ode to Brandy
Brandy,
a girl, a drink. Warmer than
the sun, sweeter than strawberry wine.
Her mercy is so divine.
Brandy,
a girl, finer than aged
white lightning. I'm in love,
and I can't stop after one jar.
I'm drunk after one look at her smiling
face.
She takes me far beyond the skies,
only in my dreams. I guess I'll
never wake up.
Brandy, a drink,
smooth and divine.
I'm a prisoner of her love by
my own might.
Save me a sinner, save me
a drunk. Save me a winner, and
save me a piece of junk.
Answer my prayer, tried and true,
If I die tomorrow, I want to say
"Brandy, I love you."
........Goodbye,...........forever.
The Bowling Poets
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