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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST INTERCOURSE
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Sunday, August 2, 2009. LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST INTERCOURSE. By Stan C. Countz. I’ll wait for the day you are ready. I’ll watch and pray and hold steady. Come what may, I’ll stay the course. I’ll live each day with no remorse. 8216;Cuz love is more than just intercourse. No matter which way we may be heading. I’ll wait for the day of our wedding. To Save Us, ...
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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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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: The Right to be Wrong
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Friday, August 7, 2009. The Right to be Wrong. A summer's eve, I weep as I remember. I am alone, haunted by the shadows of memories and ghosts. But she’s the one I dream about the most. It’s enough to drive a heathen to his knees. Why did she have to leave? Who am I tryin’ to please? Maybe I just need some time to grieve…. Why am I flyin’ blind? I can't give...
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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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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: BETWEEN THE THIEVES
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Sunday, August 2, 2009. He hung there on that cursed tree. High on that hill between the thieves. He paid the price for you and me. That we might be set free for all eternity. One cursed his name and laughed. The other was ashamed and asked. If He would remember him when. He came into His kingdom. He had no time to be baptized. He said as He gave up His life.
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BETWEEN THE THIEVES: August 2009
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He hung there on that cursed tree High on that hill between the thieves He paid the price for you and me That we might be set free for all eternity. Friday, August 7, 2009. The Right to be Wrong. A summer's eve, I weep as I remember. I am alone, haunted by the shadows of memories and ghosts. But she’s the one I dream about the most. It’s enough to drive a heathen to his knees. Why did she have to leave? Who am I tryin’ to please? Maybe I just need some time to grieve…. Why am I flyin’ blind? I can't give...
