Coordinates: 60°15′N 6°00′E / 60.25°N 6°E / 60.25; 6
Hordaland (help·info) is a county in Norway, bordering Sogn og Fjordane, Buskerud, Telemark and Rogaland. Hordaland is the third largest county after Akershus and Oslo by population. The county administration is located in Bergen. Before 1972, the city of Bergen was its own separate county apart from Hordaland.
Hordaland (Old Norse: Hǫrðaland) is the old name of the region which was revived in modern times. The first element is the plural genitive case of hǫrðar, the name of an old Germanic tribe (see Charudes). The last element is land which means "land" or "region".
Until 1919 the name of the county was Søndre Bergenhus amt which meant "(the) southern (part of) Bergenhus amt". (The old Bergenhus amt was created in 1662 and was divided in 1763.)
The coat-of-arms were officially granted on 1 December 1961. They were designed by Magnus Hardeland, but the general design had been originally used in the Sunnhordland region during the 14th century. In the early 20th century, leaders of the county began using the old arms as a symbol for the county once again. The arms are on a red background and consist of two golden axes that are crossed with a golden crown above them.
An old guitar with brand new strings
Your favorite faded pair of jeans
That first apartment away from home
A newborn sleeping all night long
Seeing him with no bad news
Stevie Ray playing the blues
Robert Duvall in any role
John 3:16 to a troubled soul
Yeah, there's a few ways you could define perfect
But if I only had one word it would be you
You, in every way and everything you do
The latest perfume on your neck
One candle and your silhouette
The first time I saw you standing there
The answer to my deepest prayer
Giving all your trust to me
The sweetest ability
With all my heart I promise this
For all my life I'm gonna be here in love with you
You, in every way and everything you do
You kill me, you fulfill me
More than I dreamed of
Baby, I love you
You, in every way and everything you do
Yeah, I love you
Have you ever popped a can
And put a pinch between your cheek and gum
Run barefooted through the woods
Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun
Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon
Or is that too country for you
Is you're right here kicking back
Six pack on the tailgate by the tree
Kettle full of mud bugs
And a pair of levis rolled up to your knees
With a long-legged bama girl
And her born to ride tattoo
Or is that too country for you
If that's too country I understand
Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you
How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch
Picking a song with only three chords
Good and loud
Saturday night for sure
And Sunday praising the Lord
I pulled up in your driveway
With my kicking stereo turned up to ten
Would you cook a pig and float a keg
And get down with my rough and rowdy friends
Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon
Or is that too country for you
If that's too country I understand
Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you
If that's too country
For you
I was sitting on a bench with my ankle tapped up
Watching our team getting beat like a drum by a private school
They were giving high fives and acting cool
Tommy fouled out and the coach looked around
Said, 22 it looks like it's down to you
You're back in, do you think you can go again
In the back of my mind I saw an old sign hanging up in the junior high gym
Said, Never Give Up Cause Winners Never Quit And Quitters Never Win
Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt
I called my folks and told em she was the one
All they could say was, we're happy for you, son
It's about time, you left your rowdy ways behind
She figured out she was destined for some other place
And a little bit more than me I guess
I got the ring back, UPS
For a while I thought I'd never smile like she made me smile again
Now I realized you can't sit around and wait for your life to mend
Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt
I know you're feeling all torn down
Life's been tough and you've hit rock bottom
Ain't no body gonna do it for you
You gotta get up (gotta get up)
Try again (try again)
When the going gets tough you gotta jump back in
Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt
Play hurt, play hurt
Wrap it up, walk off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
All my life i've been on the run
never slowed down for anyone
keeping my distance
livin life in the fast lane
in control callin' all the shots
no one could touch me
well that's what I thought
then i met her now everythings changed
ooh and it's out of my hands no need to deny it she's
got me where she
wants me and i just can't fight it
I could resist but I wouldn't get very far
cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold
of your heart
Fallin in love never fit my plans
I set the rules I was my own man
I never met a lover I couldn't live without
she walked in filled my soul with desire
melted this old frozen heart with a fire
now it's burnin away every shadow of a doubt
ooh and it's out of my hands no need to deny it she's
got me where she
wants me and i just can't fight it
I could resist but I wouldn't get very far
cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold
of your heart
ooh and it's out of my hands no need to deny it she's
got me where she
wants me and i just can't fight it
I could resist but I wouldn't get very far
cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold
of your heart
Once a woman gets a hold of your heart
Oooooooooohhh!!!!!!
of your heart
Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry on
It might've been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me leave
Something made me believe in
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
This friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State's Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thou
He calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But it's too late now
Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seapt into my vains
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
Hang around here long enough
It'll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before to long all you need is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand
And if he looks a man in the eyes
By the way he treats his tools
The way he treats a fool
And the things that he can buy
His shoes, how they shine
All that I admit
I judge a man by the woman
And her smile, the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman
You can spend all day watching work and play
Get to know his habits and his friends
Learn what makes him laugh, pry into his past
Find out what makes him cry and makes him sin
You might think you can right through
Oh, but the best thing you can do
Is judge a man by the woman
And her smile, the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman
Judge a man by the woman
And her smile or the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman
I made a trip back to my hometown last week
For my grandparent's 50 year anniversary
It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair
Your typical senior affair
They were cutting a rug to a Glen Miller tune
When someone stood up and tapped a glass with a spoon
It was old Eddie Vicker's, granddaddy's best man
And his very best friend to this day
And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne
He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use
The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
Still there after fifty years past
Here's to the makers of things built to last
We live in a world now of plastic and glue
Disposable honor, replaceable truth
If a pot breaks, why fix it
Man, what's the use
It costs less to buy it brand new
Oh, but lately I've looked in the eyes of my wife
And I see there what matters the most in this life
And I have decided I'm taking a stand
To stay on that fifty year plan
Inspired by the words of a very wise man
He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use
The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
Still there after fifty years past
Here's to the makers of things built to last
Get the motor running hot
Second row, third disc
I still remember that yellow sundress
Blonde hair, blue eyes
And everytime I looked at her my tongue was tied
I was downhome, she was uptown
A girl like that don't want a redneck around
Teacher's pet, cheerleader
How's a country boy like me supposed to meet her
One Friday night I was sitting at a red light
She pulled up in a tricked out Ford truck
Revved up the engine and scared me half to death
Leaned out of the window and said
Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty
She found the first dirt road we could go down
Tore through a mudhole and spun her whole truck around
She said buckle up, it's about to get rough
I'll do the driving, you can tell me when you've had enough
Slipping and a sliding, had me working up a sweat
I looked into her eyes and said
Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty
I saw a sign that said
Bridge out up ahead
I told her slow down
She hit the gas instead
I looked around
Saw her laughing in the dashboard light
We left the ground like a bullet from a.45
We landed hard but we made it to the other side
My heart was pounding like my first rollercoaster ride
She turned the key off, turned to me and smiled and said
You take the wheel for awhile
Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty (get dirty) sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already on that old mans list
And half way home he was shaking his fist
Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
We saw the blue lights flashing
When my Mustang topped the hill
The chase was on, it was almost dawn
When we cut through that corn field
Thought we'd gotten away like the times before
But the sheriff was waiting with dad on the porch
And he likes locking up boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
I thought, bust that bud light bottle over Bobby's head
It was tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere
Over one to young co-ed
We don't hit the town looking for a fight
But one always finds us on a Friday night
It's dangerous being boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
Originally by: Ronnie Milsap
Well, you can walk out on me tonight
If you think that it ain't feeling right
But darling, there ain't no getting over me
You can say that you need to be free
But there ain't no place that I won't be
Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me
I'll be the bill you forgot to pay
I'll be the dream that keeps you awake
I'll be the song on the radio
I'll be the reason that you tell the boys, no
Don't you know
You can tell everyone that we're through
You might even believe it too
But darling, there ain't no getting over me
Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me
I'll be the face that you see a the crowd
I'll be the times that you cry out loud
I'll be the smile when there's no one around
I'll be the book that you just can't put down
So you can walk out on me tonight
If you think that it ain't feeling right
But darling, here ain't no getting over me
You'll see, sweet darling
There's ain't no getting over me
Noooo, darling
There ain't no getting over me
Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each other's face
So much in love, you're alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one, she told me so
And she still means the world to me, just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything, life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way
But I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first
How could that beautiful woman with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairytales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time
I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
Ran across a friend of mine
Hadn't seen since eleventh grade
Saw our name on the marquie sign
And stopped in to see us play
He said, man it's been a few years
I said, man, they'll let anybody in here
We sat and talked of rebel days gone by
And we laughed of how our dreams of California
Never got much past the county line
We drank a toast to long lost friends
And all those crazy things we did
It was freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly
He said, man it's funny
How that time is bound to race
And how you'd give back your right arm
To get back just a day
Or retaste your first teenage kiss
Feel them backroads turn and twist
Seeing nothing but dust in your rearview
There wasn't a car in our town any faster
Now yesterday's just rusting in my pasture
We were too big, the town was too small
But looking back we had it all
Singing freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly
It was freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly
Let that freebird fly
somebody told me she was seein somebody new when they
described him i thought no that cant be true and i saw
him last night when i looked at him all i could say was
oh my god theyre right you gotta be kiddin me
hes gotta mustache has she lost her mind hes gotta
mustache straight outa 1979
he looks like a porn star i bet he goes to the tanning
bed he needs a big gold chain shirt unbuttoned and a
hairy chest i bet he wears brute 33 and a spedo at the
pool i can understand a gotee or even a fu manchu
hes gotta mustache has she lost her mind hes gotta
mustache straight outa 1979
im sure hes an alright guy i really outa cut him slack it
dont mater how hard i try i cant get past the fact
unfreakin believable
hes gotta mustache hes gotta mustache straight outa 1979
on some guys they look great but hes gotta mustache alan
jackson he aint hes gotta mustache hes actually gotta
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already on that old mans list
And half way home he was shaking his fist
Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
We saw the blue lights flashing
When my Mustang topped the hill
The chase was on, it was almost dawn
When we cut through that corn field
Thought we'd gotten away like the times before
But the sheriff was waiting with dad on the porch
And he likes locking up boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
I thought, bust that bud light bottle over Bobby's head
It was tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere
Over one to young co-ed
We don't hit the town looking for a fight
But one always finds us on a Friday night
It's dangerous being boys like us
Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us