Another one of my bad ideas. Write a country song about anything you can think of.
Stick-Shift Blues
I went down to Charley's Ford
To buy a mid-sized truck
But when I got there oh what did I find?
I hate my midsized luck
(Chorus)
Oh, what are they good for?
Who buys them anyway?
Every stick-shift I find
Never fails to ruin my day
I called up Charley told him about
The automatics that I missed
He said "Don't got no more son"
I clenched my dirty fist
(Chorus)
Oh, what are they good for?
Who buys them anyway?
Every stick-shift I find
Never fails to ruin my day
(Fiddle Solo)
(Chorus)
Oh, what are they good for?
Who buys them anyway?
Every stick-shift I find
Never fails to ruin my day
Let's see what you have!
'Til the Good Times
I just took a dump in my pants
and it's glidin' down into my shoe
Life is hard
But the good times make every day
With you worth it
Here's to all my friends
And ol' Eddie who died in 'Nam
Family is closest when times are hard
'til the good times! (repeat 9,000 X)
I sat back and thanked God
'til the good times (repeat 9,000 X)
That tear dried on my cheek and she tasted herself when she returned
Her cancer all gone and she loves me
Said she could only think of potato chips
'til the good times (repeat 9,000 X)
I watched a boy pray with his daddy
after a baseball game near a cornfield
and momma is 40 and still hot
praise God for my momma's fine middle aged ass
but she's momma and she forgets stuff sometimes
'til the good times (repeat 9,000 X)
you need to let your therapist hear that one........
This thread stems from my genuine hated of country.
QuoteThis thread stems from my genuine hated of country.
Do you hate all country music? Willie Nelson? Johnny Cash? Waylon Jennings? Merle Haggard etc
QuoteQuoteThis thread stems from my genuine hated of country.
Do you hate all country music? Willie Nelson? Johnny Cash? Waylon Jennings? Merle Haggard etc
I think he means the stuff they play on the radio these days. When someone says they listen to country around here, thats what they mean. Thats why I tell people I don't like country.
got forty dollars 'till payday
but that ain't near enough
got a half tank left
in my ford pickup truck
it's thirty miles to easton
it's thirty mile to home
i guess i'll go 'an pawn me
my last little bit of luck
easton is thirty miles away
my heart is thirty miles away
the mileage ain't impressive
but it sure beats walkin' like a duck
that's why i won't be a tradin'
my ford pickup truck
my FOOOOOOOOOOOOORD pickup truck
my FOOOOOOOOOOOOORD pickup truck
187 thousand miles in my
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD pickup truck
eeeeeee hawwwww!
Quote'Til the Good Times
this is good, but we don't have anything about trains, cheatin', rain, beer, or dogs.
B-
QuoteQuoteQuoteThis thread stems from my genuine hated of country.
Do you hate all country music? Willie Nelson? Johnny Cash? Waylon Jennings? Merle Haggard etc
I think he means the stuff they play on the radio these days. When someone says they listen to country around here, thats what they mean. Thats why I tell people I don't like country.
This is why sometimes labels help.
Pop Country = Bad
Original and Alt Country = Good
This one's about dogs, beer, rain, trains, and cheatin.....
It's called.....
"my cheatin dog"
Oh Lawd,
what will I do
my dogs red rocket found anothers hot pocket
oh Lawd,
I said his little old lipstick found anothers soft biscuit
Oh My Cheatin Dawwwgggggg,
Oh Lawd,
what will i do
I'm bout out of beer, bout out of tears
oh lawd,
I need some liquor, another dog's dick or mabey a shot in my head
Oh Lawd,
did I see you billow, like a soft white pillow
out that old trains coal smoke stack
you were hoding my dog and eatin ham sandwich........in the rain.
Oh, My Cheetin Daawwgggg
a+, brian.
QuoteThis one's about dogs, beer, rain, trains, and cheatin.....
It's called.....
"my cheatin dog"
Oh Lawd,
what will I do
my dogs red rocket found anothers hot pocket
oh Lawd,
I said his little old lipstick found anothers soft biscuit
Oh My Cheatin Dawwwgggggg,
Oh Lawd,
what will i do
I'm bout out of beer, bout out of tears
oh lawd,
I need some liquor, another dog's dick or mabey a shot in my head
Oh Lawd,
did I see you billow, like a soft white pillow
out that old trains coal smoke stack
you were hoding my dog and eatin ham sandwich........in the rain.
Oh, My Cheetin Daawwgggg
Holy shit, I hope you can make that fit the
Hey Girl style so I can hear it one fine day.
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my dogs red rocket found anothers hot pocket
brilliance