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Out in a Blaze: OUT IN A BLAZE
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Out in a Blaze. Dedicated to my brother Ken Countz. Thursday, January 29, 2009. OUT IN A BLAZE. By Stan C. Countz. He wore his best cowboy hat. Whenever he went to town. His friend Pat made him laugh. Whenever he came around. He'd been sippin' whiskey. For two straight days and nights. He knew to drive was risky. But he really needed a light. They were just gonna pick up. A coupla packs of cigarettes. But they found some butts. And rolled their own instead. They rolled a coupla doobies. Stan C. Countz.
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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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That Map Within: THAT MAP WITHIN
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Sunday, April 24, 2011. Life with no map can chap your hide. Leave you tapped and sapped inside. But if we’ll take the Savior’s hand. He’ll hear our prayers and save our land. He’ll come inside, abide and guide us. He’ll love, forgive, and live inside us. If we’ll turn our back on wrath and sin. We’ll have that map, that map within. Let our “no” be “no” and our “yes” be “yes”. He don’t care who we know or how hip we dress. If we believe in our heart and with our lips confess. He hears our humble call.
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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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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...
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Mariposa Mountain Man: THE BAR HUNTER
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Dedicated to the memory of Charlie Countz and all mountain men everywhere. The Story of Charlie. Monday, August 17, 2009. By Stan C. Countz. Dedicated to his father, Charlie Countz and all hunters everywhere]. He loved the mountain air. He was always on the prowl. Cougar, coon or bear. Ooh them dogs could howl. I recall one night he'd searched ‘til light. But couldn’t quite find a bar. They came back late, tails between their legs. And heard a loud, sharp bark. They'd treed a bar right thar. Throw Me a R...
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Mariposa Mountain Man: August 2009
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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. But e...
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Out in a Blaze: January 2009
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Out in a Blaze. Dedicated to my brother Ken Countz. Thursday, January 29, 2009. OUT IN A BLAZE. By Stan C. Countz. He wore his best cowboy hat. Whenever he went to town. His friend Pat made him laugh. Whenever he came around. He'd been sippin' whiskey. For two straight days and nights. He knew to drive was risky. But he really needed a light. They were just gonna pick up. A coupla packs of cigarettes. But they found some butts. And rolled their own instead. They rolled a coupla doobies. Stan C. Countz.
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