I am one of your biggest fans since I was a little kid. You’re frickin Chuck Norris! And my Dad is my superhero. He turned me on to Robert Earl Keen and I find out you like him too! That’s awesome. I grew up near Monterey Bay. Shithole called Salinas. I miss your movies. You make kids wanna do great things when they grow up!
I thought this was Norm MacDonald singing when it came on the radio. He was close friends with BJS so it was a possibility that he cut a generic song "I'm Coming Home to You"...here another generic title/song made almost from filler lyrics "I took a taxi in the pouring rain." Really? This is just generic, very unoriginal wall of sound...autopilot music. Of course it's his favorite song, because all he had to was harvest lyrics from other prose and belt out a wall of sound to some cliches. It reminds him of his back yard? Do his family and friends normally sit down stadium style, and watch him from up high. If this guy were a Roman Emperor his name would be Phonlonius Bolonius Go to Red Headed Stranger, listen to "Hands on the Wheel." There is a song to claim, and that guy probably forgot he wrote because he has hundreds of real songs, while Phonius doesn't have one, just a big sound.
I am one of your biggest fans since I was a little kid. You’re frickin Chuck Norris! And my Dad is my superhero. He turned me on to Robert Earl Keen and I find out you like him too! That’s awesome. I grew up near Monterey Bay. Shithole called Salinas. I miss your movies. You make kids wanna do great things when they grow up!
Good morning Chuck Norris, how in the hell are you doing
I seriously thought this was Nick Nolte 😳
I thought this was Norm MacDonald singing when it came on the radio. He was close friends with BJS so it was a possibility that he cut a generic song "I'm Coming Home to You"...here another generic title/song made almost from filler lyrics
"I took a taxi in the pouring rain." Really?
This is just generic, very unoriginal wall of sound...autopilot music.
Of course it's his favorite song, because all he had to was harvest lyrics from other prose and belt out a wall of sound to some cliches.
It reminds him of his back yard? Do his family and friends normally sit down stadium style, and watch him from up high.
If this guy were a Roman Emperor his name would be Phonlonius Bolonius
Go to Red Headed Stranger, listen to "Hands on the Wheel." There is a song to claim, and that guy probably forgot he wrote because he has hundreds of real songs, while Phonius doesn't have one, just a big sound.
Damn, that’s rude.