https://blue.feedland.org/?river=http://data.feedland.org/blue/feeds/stonebear.xml Thu, 15 May 2025 20:12:49 GMT feedland v0.6.43 https://cyber.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html Thu, 15 May 2025 20:12:48 GMT http://rpc.rsscloud.io:5337/pleaseNotify Thu, May 15, 2025 4:12 PM EDT <p>Bucketful of Lonesome</p> <p>It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies</p> <p>Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die</p> <p>With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not</p> <p>A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught</p> <p>It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes</p> <p>It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow</p> <p>But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies</p> <p>You&#39;ll lay your bones &#39;neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die</p> <p>Cause you ain&#39;t no quitter and quitting just ain&#39;t your kind</p> <p>Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain&#39;t so hard a thing to mind.</p> <p>Ron Stonebear Shields</p> Thu, 15 May 2025 20:12:49 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789272 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789272 Bucketful of Lonesome It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies You'll lay your bones 'neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die Cause you ain't no quitter and quitting just ain't your kind Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain't so hard a thing to mind. Ron Stonebear Shields <p>Bucketful of Lonesome</p> <p>It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies</p> <p>Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die</p> <p>With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not</p> <p>A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught</p> <p>It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes</p> <p>It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow</p> <p>But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies</p> <p>You&#39;ll lay your bones &#39;neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die</p> <p>Cause you ain&#39;t no quitter and quitting just ain&#39;t your kind</p> <p>Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain&#39;t so hard a thing to mind.</p> <p>Ron Stonebear Shields</p> Thu, 15 May 2025 20:08:27 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789271 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789271 Bucketful of Lonesome It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies You'll lay your bones 'neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die Cause you ain't no quitter and quitting just ain't your kind Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain't so hard a thing to mind. Ron Stonebear Shields <p>Bucketful of Lonesome</p> <p>It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies</p> <p>Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die</p> <p>With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not</p> <p>A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught</p> <p>It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes</p> <p>It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow</p> <p>But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies</p> <p>You&#39;ll lay your bones &#39;neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die</p> <p>Cause you ain&#39;t no quitter and quitting just ain&#39;t your kind</p> <p>Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain&#39;t so hard a thing to mind.</p> <p>Ron Stonebear Shields</p> Thu, 15 May 2025 20:08:20 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789270 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789270 Bucketful of Lonesome It was a bucketful of lonesome beneath the starry skies Winds that swept your hopes away and caused your dreams to die With a hand-dug well that went dry more often than not A two-day buggy ride to the doctor for anything you caught It was three to a bed with warmed bricks against your toes It was a struggle to survive when the prairie winds did blow But you fought and you struggled beneath those endless skies You'll lay your bones 'neath prairie sod when it comes your turn to die Cause you ain't no quitter and quitting just ain't your kind Sometimes a bucket full of lonesome ain't so hard a thing to mind. Ron Stonebear Shields