Louis+Paone

 ​ This is Poetry By: Louis Paone

**__ Pickup Man __** By: Joe Diffie

Well I got my first truck, when I was three, Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand, There's just something women like about a PickUp Man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks My first car was a Pickup Truck I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said "I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill But I still wouldn't trade it for a [|Coupe DeVille] I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams, There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Most Friday nights, I can be found In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge Backed into my spot at the [|drive-in show] You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand, 'Cause there's just something women like about a pickup Man

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams, There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams, There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Yeah, there's something women like about a Pickup Man.

Owww, Drive that pickup son... That's right...



**__A NASCAR Christmas__** By: Karen Palumbo

and all through the track Each driver was ready to make his attack. The tires had been stacked by the pit crew with care With hopes none of them would run out of air.
 * //Twas the Race before Christmas

The drivers were belted all snug in their seats Where visions of checkered flags looked mighty sweet.//** The crowd sprang to their feet to see what was the matter.//** Twas Rusty Wallace punching somebody's nose.//**
 * //When out of the infield there rose such a clatter
 * //What sight met their wondering eyes as they rose

And they turned on their headsets and called them by name "On Spencer! On Petty! On Rudd and Jarrett! On Cope! On Speed! On Ward and Jeff Burton! At the top of the curve ran 'em into the wall!//**
 * //With eyes like the eagles the spotters they came

With a sack full of cash and the Winston Cup too. And then in a twinkling there came to the front The bright rainbow colors of [|Gordon's] DuPont. //** **//Then Bobby Labonte flew by in a flash While Martin had a breakdown and Spencer a crash. Then all at once with a rush and a roar//**
 * //Now gentlemen, start your engines all!"//**
 * // More rapid than lightning the Iceman they flew
 * //There came a new car they had not seen before.//**

North Pole Toy Co. was the sponsor they read. With a little old driver so lively and quick They all said at once, "Hey, this must be a trick!"//**
 * //From bumper to bumper it was painted all red

"And why does his pit crew all have pointed ears?" The next scheduled pit stop went kinda slow For the old fellow stopped at each pit in the row.//**
 * //"A geezer like that shouldn't be driving here!"

A new set of tires, new tools for their toil. He asked no endorsement, demanded no fee And left only coal for the black #3. //** Want to chew him up now, or save him for later?" Dale spoke not a word, but went straight to his work He gave him a nudge, then broadsided the jerk. //** **//But the old guy escaped with a zig and a zag And crossed over the finish line, right at the flag. The old man drove straight up to victory lane Grabbed up the trophy and drank some champagne.//**
 * // He spent no time at all, but left gas and oil
 * // Childress got on the com and said Hey [|Intimidator],

Stole a kiss from Brooke Gordon, and then off he flew As he sped out of sight, one last cry did they hear, "Merry Christmas to all, better luck next year//**."
 * //Thanked all his sponsors and took the cash too

__I Won't Be Left Behind__

I run my fastest But still get beat. I land on my head When I should be on my feet. I try to move forward, But I am stuck in rewind. Why do I keep at it? I won't be left behind.

The harder I am thrown, The higher I bounce. I give it my all, And that's all that counts. In [|first place], Myself, I seldom find. So I push to the limit- I won't be left behind.

Some people tell me you can't, Some say don't. Some simply give up. I reply I won't. The power is here, Locked away in my mind. My perseverance is my excellence, I won't be left behind.

Make the best of each moment, The future is soon the past. The more I tell myself this, The less I come in last. Throughout my [|competitions], I've learned what winning is about. A plain and clear lesson- Giving up is the easy way out.

So every night before I go to bed, I hope in a small way I have shined. Tomorrow is a brand-new day, And I won't be left behind.

Sara Nachtman

[|Workin' For A Livin'] Huey Lewis & The News

Somedays wont end ever and somedays pass on by, Ill be working here forever, at least until I die. Dammed if you do, dammed if you dont Im supposed to get a raise week, you know damn well I wont.

Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin, livin and workin Im taking what they giving cause Im working for a livin.

Hey Im not complaining cause I really need the work Hitting up my buddys got me feeling like a jerk Hundred dollar car note, two hundred rent. I get a [|check]on friday, but its all ready spent.

Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin, livin and workin Im taking what they giving cause Im working for a livin.

Ooh, workin for a livin Ooh, taking what they giving Ooh, workin for a livin Ooh, ooh

Bus boy, bartender, ladies of the night Grease monkey, ex-junky, winner of the fight Walking on the streets its really all the same Selling souls, rock n roll, any other day

Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin (workin) Workin for a livin, livin and workin Im taking what they giving cause Im working for a livin.

Workin for a livin, livin and workin Im taking what they giving cause Im working for a livin. Workin for a livin, livin and workin