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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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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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OVERNIGHT SUCCESS: Valley Views MySpace
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008. The peace of Jerusalem. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Man of Integrity. Don't Know What I'd Do. THE END OF ME AND YOU. FENCES INSTEAD OF WALLS. His Highest and His Best. SUCCEED WITHOUT SELLING YOUR SOUL. A LITTLE HARD WORK NEVER HURT. Me and Doctor Jack. No Gauges, No Tats. NO GAUGES, NO TATS, THAT'S THAT. Now I Finally Get It. NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS. THE PEACE OF JERUSALEM. PRAYIN’ FOR THE PEACE OF JERUSALEM. GIVE IT YOUR BEST. THROW ME A ROPE. TODAY AND WAY BACK WHEN.
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OVERNIGHT SUCCESS: OVERNIGHT SUCCESS
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Monday, June 23, 2008. By Stan C. Countz. 8220;That guy is truly gifted and blessed.”. I heard someone say under their breath. But a few know the truth of how obsessed. He’s been or what plates he’s had to spin. Or what he’s had to do to try to ace the test. Or just how lonely and depressed he’s been. Or what he’s had to do to handle the stress. Ain’t no such thing as an “overnight success”. It ain’t easy to be the best. Or to strive for excellence. Especially when you’re swimming. In a sea of mediocrity.
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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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No Gauges, No Tats: July 2008
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No Gauges, No Tats. Monday, July 14, 2008. NO GAUGES, NO TATS, THAT'S THAT. I should’ve known he’d be hoppin’ mad. I should’ve known better than to ask my dad. But I thought it would be bad and cool. To braid my hair and wear a tat to school. 8220;No gauges; no tats. That’s that,”. You know the rule. So stated my dad. Right out of the gate and right off the bat. I was ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat. I went to the mat ‘cuz I didn’t think that. A gauge or a tat was all that bad. So I pierced my own.
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OVERNIGHT SUCCESS: THE LIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN
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Monday, June 23, 2008. THE LIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN. By Stan C. Countz. IT’S THREE IN THE MORNIN’. CAN’T SEEM TO GET TO SLEEP. AS FOR THE REST OF THE HOUSE. I DON’T HEAR A SINGLE PEEP. THOSE HOT SUMMER NIGHTS. CAN BE HARD TO HANDLE. SO SHUT OFF THE LIGHTS. AND LIGHT A CANDLE. JUST CUDDLE UP WITH YOUR HUBBY OR WIFE. AND YOU CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT. SO HOLD ON TIGHT AND YOU’LL SEE THE LIGHT. THE LIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN. WOULD YOU TRADE YOUR QUEEN FOR A PAWN? THE LIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN.