(Hogard/stochastic processes)

(Shelton) What would you call it?

(Hogard/Hogard) Something in your eye there.

(???)

(Hogard) Everyone should get a lovely wedding dirge as needed. Unfortunately not played at ceremony.

(Bassett/Shelton/Bender/Franklin?) On a lovely spring day in the BCS, why not should a man rise up from his drum throne and sing?

(Hogard/Shelton) A big wedding, a large circle of friends. Drink.

(Hogard) I loves me some mountain dulcimer.

Lyrics: Mama, quit talking crazy. We both know you’re never gonna leave me, baby Because you’re scared to. We got us a history But love is only a drugstore mystery, baby, That I don’t care to read. This ain’t real, baby. We both know…

Lyrics: Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. My garden’s full of weevils And there’s vultures on my lawn. I’m a put the word out, baby. Where can my bluebird…

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