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Rush Hudson Limbaugh III ( /ˈlɪmbɔː/; born January 12, 1951) is an American radio talk show host and political commentator. Since he was 16 Limbaugh has worked a series of disc jockey jobs. His talk show began in 1984 at Sacramento radio station KFBK, featuring his ongoing format of political commentary and listener calls. In 1988 Limbaugh began broadcasting his show nationally from radio station WABC in New York, New York. He currently lives in West Palm Beach, Florida, from where he broadcasts the The Rush Limbaugh Show, the highest-rated talk-radio program in the United States.
In the 1990s Limbaugh's books The Way Things Ought to Be (1992) and See, I Told You So (1993) made The New York Times Best Seller list. Limbaugh frequently criticizes, in his books and on his show, what he regards as liberal policies and politicians, as well as what he perceives as a pervasive liberal bias in major U.S. media.
Rush Hudson Limbaugh III was born in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, the son of Mildred Carolyn "Millie" (née Armstrong) and Rush Hudson Limbaugh, Jr. His father was a lawyer and a U.S. fighter pilot who served in the China Burma India Theater of World War II. His mother was a native of Searcy, Arkansas. The name "Rush" was originally chosen for his grandfather to honor the maiden name of family member Edna Rush.
So where are we now
A summer's end, autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
The leaves have all gone
The windows are filled with frost
If I don't come home, I'm lost
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now, they've gone
There's ice on the pond
The fishes have gone to sleep
The water is cold and deep
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here all alone
Now, they've gone
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't fall down
Hope it all don't rain on me
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't rain down
Hope it all don't fall on me
The sun is shining in my sleep
I'm in the shade, so cool and green
The blue sky's over me
Stop tossing and turning
A spin of the bottle
Said things that we've already said
So, where are we now?
A summer's end, autumn breeze
The winter is at your sleeve
Mary, Mark and John
Put on their shoes and all ran home
And we're all here, all alone
Through September October
November December