The Way South
I was wranglin’ cattle wide along the prairie
When haunted wind stirred up a ghostly grey
And as quick a lighting’ spark
The earth descended into darkness
And chased away the shadow of the day.
It came at me from high upon the mountain
Chargin’ down through dust and rock and mud
It had feet just like a goat, but no goat,
It had a furry overcoat
And a tongue jet black from drinkin’ so much blood.
Whoa….
Ghost Llama
He haunts the plains from Peru to Al Hombra
He sends grown men cryin’ and runnin’ home to momma.
With eyes of wooly steel,
his ghostliness is real
He’ll make a tasty meal of your soul
Oh whoa,
Ghost Llama,
There are two more verses, but I’ll just stick to the one for now.
And here are my links:
First: How to deal with stress. A great website for stress supplementation
Second: Orac value. All about vitamins
Third: Abs on a High Fat Diet. A fitness post from Mark’s Daily Apple.
