Coordinates: 52°03′23″N 2°42′58″W / 52.0565°N 2.7160°W / 52.0565; -2.7160
Hereford i/ˈhɛrɨfərd/ is a cathedral city, civil parish and county town of Herefordshire, England. It lies on the River Wye, approximately 16 miles (26 km) east of the border with Wales, 24 miles (39 km) southwest of Worcester, and 23 miles (37 km) northwest of Gloucester. With a population of 55,800 people, it is the largest settlement in the county.
The name "Hereford" is said to come from the Anglo Saxon "here", an army or formation of soldiers, and the "ford", a place for crossing a river. If this is the origin it suggests that Hereford was a place where a body of armed men forded or crossed the Wye. The Welsh name for Hereford is Henffordd, meaning "old road", and probably refers to the Roman Road and Roman settlement at nearby Stretton Sugwas.
An early town charter from 1189 granted by Richard I of England describes it as "Hereford in Wales". Hereford has been recognised as a city since time immemorial, with the status being reconfirmed as recently as October 2000.
Plot
Ross Bodine and Frank Post are cowhands on Walt Buckman's R-Bar-R ranch. Bodine is older and broods a bit about how he will get along when he's too old to cowboy. Post is young and rambunctious and ambitious for a better life than wrangling cows. When one of their fellow cowboys is killed in a corral accident, Post suggests a way into a better life for himself and his friend: robbing a bank. Bodine reluctantly joins in the plan and the two contrive to rob the local bank. They make good their escape initially, but Walt Buckman and his two sons, John and Paul, are incensed at this betrayal by their own trusted employees. John and Paul set out to bring Bodine and Post to justice.
Keywords: ambush, bank-robbery, bar-shootout, barroom-brawl, buddy, card-playing, cowboy, female-gunfighter, fistfight, gunfight
They were damned good cowboys, until they robbed a bank.
Ross Bodine: You show me an old cowboy, a young cowboy or an in between cowboy with more than a few dollars in his poke and I'll show a cowboy that stopped being a cowboy and robbed banks.::Frank Post: Well, let's rob us a bank.::Ross Bodine: It'll be safer than getting married.
Frank Post: How old are you?::Ross Bodine: I'll be 46 in July. I'll be 50 in July.::Frank Post: Oh, my God. Do you realize in 25 years I'll be just like you?::Ross Bodine: What's wrong with that?
Too many miles I have traveled all alone
show me the road that leads to my home,
Strangers, strangers, everywhere I roam
Show me the road that leads to my home
Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind
Show me the road that leads to my home,
Finding precious little peace, and losing precious time
Show me the road that leads to my home
Chorus
Show me a sign, tell me a reason
Cold winds have scattered the seeds I've sown
Oh, just let me live to see another morning
And show me the road that leads to my home
Such a long, long journey it seems we've traveled on
Show me the road that leads to my home
Such a short time here friends, and such a long time gone
Show me the road that leads to my home
Chorus
Rememberin' just the good times, feeling just the pain
Show me the road that leads to my home
I'm hearing just the sad songs, seeing just the rain
Show me the road that leads to my home
Chorus
The Lakes of Pontchartrain
by Harvey Reid
(as sung by Martin Simpson )
Through streams and bogs and under bush, I made my weary way,
Though windfalls thick and devil's floods, my aching feet did stray.
Until at last by evening start, on higher ground I gained,
And there I met with a Creole girl, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
Good evening to you Creole girl, my money is no good,
Although I fear the 'gaitors, well I must defend the wood.
You are welcome here kind stranger, my house is very plain,
But we never turn a stranger out, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
She took me to her mammy's house, and she treated me right well,
The hair around her shoulders, in them jet black ringlets fell.
I'd try to describe her beauty, but I find the words in vain,
So beautiful that Creole girl, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
Well I asked if she'd marry me, she said that could not be,
Because she loved a sailor, and he's far away at sea.
She said that she would marry him, and true she would remain,
Even through he never did comeback, to the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
So farewell farwell you Creole girl, I'll ne'er see you no more,
I'll ne'er forget your kindness, in the cottage by the shore.
And at each social gathering, a flowing glass I'd drain,
The Lakes of Pontchartrain
by Harvey Reid
from Of Wind and Water
(traditional)
Twas on one bright morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the Road to Jackson town, my fortunes to renew.
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain.
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I climbed on board of a railroad car all in the morning sun
And I rode the rods till evening and I lay me down again.
All strangers were no friends to me til the dark road towards me came.
And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
And I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood."
"Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain.
But we never turn a stanger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain."
And she took me to her mammy's house, she treated me quite well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try to paint her beauty there, I'm sure would be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.
And I asked her would she marry me, she said "That never could be."
For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain,
Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.
So fair thee well my Creole girl, I'll never see you no more.
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore,
And at each social gathering, a foamy glass I'll drain.
Homey look at me, yeah
Why you mad? 30 chains on shining like bling
I see you mad, you want me down to my last dollar
All they holler like clean!
There they go, there they go, there they go
Shining so clean, there they go, there they go, there they go
Shining so clean, diamonds clear, million dollar meetings in the air
Fly talk Medusa face on everything I wear
Drop head, I'm laid back, I don't count money, I weight that
I pop ace, straight jack, I buy new, I don't trade back
Ha, me and Harry in that two door, got that hoodie when that sudo flowing
Smoke with that roof off flying high
I be riding round with that marvelo, got a hundred rounds of a hundred pounds
30 grand did a hundred shows, like ha
Them cryin'
They want me on the corner, watch mine die
Back blocks since hair lock, cash in I jail out
Big shows I sell out, real I bail out
I'm riding ninja stars, 850 v12
I'm futuristic, clean mine with the seashells
These bitches do my feet, then place the heat to your cheeks
So I can chew the beef in Greece
The linen hanging loose now, let the loot pile
Doing indos in the coup, wild, with the roof down
And it's pouring rain, round I put this knife right through your daughter's name
We smoking different colors like when the autumn came
Oh, seen me sitting on the softest leather
No, me and these never walked together
They just want me for these things I have acquired
Yo, when I told you that I loved you I was lying
I feel high
I feel really high
Feel like I'm in the sky with Roger Troutman
Looked down and saw the hating, a lot of doubting
But I've got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain
Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting
Dying to rip it, crying "I am the sickest"
Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you're buying the ticket, see?
This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree
Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D
Okay, I'm back, having everlasting life
When you're rapping right, let me get it, I ain't asking nice
Bashing mics, ripping it even if I'm half in height
It'll be smashing wide to get her open like Aston pipes
Alarmingly, God, I'm really horny and hot, on
But I'm warning the Dada
That he really don't want no corny insider
Ya beef on bread, soft, you're floating, long dead
Hell I'm giving 'em is burning as arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Sheesh - It's a mothefucking relief
My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats
I can barely be calmed, yet
Not you ever beyond Tech
Hip Hop's a popularity contest
Very odd, they evil, and really God
But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge
Metamorphosis, scary broads
Merry fairies carry bra's, I'm gonna bury y'all
1: Earl Sweatshirt]
I need a substance, lit or drunk before I sleep
Travy whippin' that Beamer proper, tell grandma we eatin', I made it
Nothin' much to my ethics,
Bitch I'm joggin' like I already won the election
Fuck it, shunning protection
Tunnel vision on a guap stack,
King Cobra perspirating through the brown sack
Big talk, lookin' thinner when it's combat
Nigga who really 'bout that ballin', but goin' fishin'
I'm bouncing back from a yacht crash
Still dealing with the whiplash from it
Uptown, we on Sixth Ave stuntin', pack luggage
For the long trip, smell the marijuana on the prom tux
Big dog, never got up out the yard much
Quick guard, little nigga leave 'em all stuck
Hold 'em hostage and dip and then switch the cars up
They flickin' me when I leave the apartment dirty
And seekin' no polish, I'm Percy
When he was grimy the master
P is for pocket catch
I'm where weed is deposited free, my people important
Needing that feasible mortgage
Set up shop near the beach, throw the beans in the ocean
When coppers come and I'm leavin', I started leadin' commotion
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, whiplash
I need a substance, lit or drunk 'fore I can work correctly
No, it deaded, hearses ready where the vultures headed
Smoker's section, copasetic, keep the surface ready
I think I'm Turkoglu, every purchase was purposeful
Burn that grass that the serpent inhabit
Based Jam off the phone while I'm claimin' my baggage
Rest assured I keep the label embarrassed
Niggas paradin' in Paris, the rain and k had a marriage
And I supported it, sport the Army coat with the ornaments
Buy and burn a quarter quick, wilding while I order fish
I'm Scorsese except black and leather pants
I'm out in minivans like I'm Dan screaming ''Couture made me''
Circle make a square, you compared to the average
Versace water cabbage, hid your daddy in the attic
Ruby Red dragon, my Aladdin station wagon
My new bitch looks like Lamborghini in a bikini
Rap game ''I Dream of Jeannie''
Versace lasagna, get married at the prom, uh
I don't want your gal, she look like an iguana driving a Honda
Ya ever had a family member slice your cheek while you sleeping?
Tangerine flags, tangerine flags in Baghdad
Feed your nieces Reese's Pieces while your nephew tie my sneakers
My shampoo [?] liquid detergent
On a desert island, I'm splurging on these virgins
I found your wife on clearance at Wal-Mart
I don't shop for car parts
Park my car on the side of the road by an Aston Martin
In a Versace helicopter, never speaking proper
Pull up at the doctor's office coughing often
Pull up in Versace coffins
I got diamonds on my earrings
Cold enough to freeze the North and South polars
My fans got syrup on their shoulders
I freeze the fans on your ceiling
Pita bread pays the costs with stone gloss
Hide the [?] in the ill South
[Intro]
...because I'm hot – smoke designer pot
'Bout to make a movie, so don't act like a groupie
I'm loopy, loopy... right
Loopy, loopy... right
[Verse 1]
My Coupe look like Bruce Wayne's
Trapped on some new chains
Few rings, some new chains
My whip wide, need two lanes
They doped up, need new veins
Fresh like first school days
Hot kicks, some cool shades
I'm looped up like shoe strings
I'm shootin' game at your bitch
And she ain't got a vest on
Superman in this bitch
I ain't even got my S on
Your house on my necklace
Your whip on my left arm
Straight candy paint on that Chevrolet
And she gassed up like Chevron (sup?)
Haters talk, but we don't care
Roll up on 'em like a wheelchair
Coke Boyz, we all in
Her pussy wide, I fall in
Both inside and ballin'
My bitch imported from Berlin
My cut like Bruce Lee
Top off that new V
All about that loose leaf
Ball hard like 2-3
Stones on my wrist glass
12 on my bitch's bag
I catch wreck like gym class
I'm looped up like Six Flags
[Hook]
...because I'm hot – smoke designer pot
'Bout to make a movie, so don't act like a groupie
I'm loopy, loopy... right
Loopy, loopy... right
...because I'm hot – smoke designer pot
'Bout to make a movie, so don't act like a groupie
I'm loopy, loopy... right
Loopy, loopy... right
[Verse 2]
I'm loopy... everything's signed and sealed
...I'm gettin' paid even when I chill
They say chill don't pay the bills
But I'mma have to disagree
That shit don't apply to me
Right... ain't a nigga higher
Gold member, no lines, priority flying
Australia like “what up, mate?”
Smokin' on some sour
Eatin' mahi mahi, sippin' on a...
Right... perps of the game
Little man from Spain holding up my name
Round table meetings with the bosses of the game
For the Obama campaign
A nigga was tryna get this change
Boys get no air time
Really, I'm too loopy to even care, god
I bought my bitch a new whip
But me, I'd rather wear mine
[Hook]
[Outro]
I'm looped up like Six Flags
I'm looped up like Six Flags
I'm looped up like Six Flags
I catch wreck like gym class
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Every day a different car ride, a ticket on the plane
All of a sudden all these people don't be treatin me the same
Treatin' hoes like a bon voyage, see em tomorrow
The second that you wake up baby, I will be gone
I got all the time, I got so much to do
I'm not losing my mind out here fucking with you
Tryin' to travel overseas, blowin smoke in Costa Rica
Beat gettin walked on, the salt is on my sneaker
Keep up we out to the tippy, no ballerina
Rock a show they say eureka, start to do the macarena
Chitty I see ya, we turn 'em to believers
Smoke and get high it'll... (open your eyes)
Trynna do my thing
Figure out who the jokers around, who the kings
Maybe one day, fuck it never say never
For the boys this my pleasure, this the best day ever motherfucker
[Sample x2]
What on earth are you doing here, in the western world?
Another situation yeah, you're a different girl
[Verse 2: Chiddy]
We live a fast life, no one told us 'bout the speed limit
We in the UK steady smokin weed 'innit?'
Here's my Ducatti flow, kill tracks I body those
We playin, stay in Vegas at the Bellagio
I'm gone, adios, see what you made me do?
Just go and kill some shit, crazy too
The flow is evil nigga, Chuckie's Bride
Pride never tucked aside
When I was just a superstar my mother's eyes
What changed the brother skies, a slight forecast
If i kill these veres, I could get some more cash
The expensive, we someday could afford that
I'm on a plane and they probably could board that
I like the way you brought me down, and it brought me up
It's early mornin' but I'm steamin' nigga, coffee cup
Yeah, just know i'm holdin' the prize, before you know it I'm fire
Why won't you open your eyes?
[Sample]
What on earth are you doing here, in the western world?