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song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;
poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;
quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and
essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,
all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.
My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site and the following Web sites:
Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)
Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter
Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter
Evan Blakeley- my grandson
Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)
When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye
- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins
MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm
For a larger image click on the photograph.
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, ya'll
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, nah
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, nah
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, ya'll
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, nah, nah
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, nah
Yeah!
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they'll send you down to war, ya'll
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! ya'll
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son, nah
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one, nah
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, nah, nah, nah
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, nah, nah, nah
- "Fortunate Son," John Fogerty (Creedence Clearwater Revival)
MP3 audio file (2.2 MB) http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/fortunate_son.mp3
Album: Willy & The Poor Boys; Release Date: 11/2/1969
John Fogerty's Official Web site: http://www.johnfogerty.com