{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Porter Wagoner- Fallen Leaves ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=506593&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=506593&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground\r\nThe birds and flowers that were here now can't be found\r\nAll the friends that he once knew are not around\r\nThey are scattered like the leaves upon the ground\r\nSome folks drift along through life and never thrill\r\nTo the feeling that a good deed brings until\r\nIt's too late and they are ready to lie down\r\nThere beneath the leaves that scattered on the ground\r\nLord let my eyes see every need of every man\r\nMake me stop and always lend a helping hand\r\nThen when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound\r\nThere'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground\r\nTo your grave there's no use taking any gold\r\nYou cannot use it when it's time for hands to fold\r\nWhen you leave this earth for a better home someday\r\nThe only thing you'll take is what you gave away","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/5\/6\/_\/506593_40729_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"506593"}