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April 25, 2012
You sent me a text
When your man was away
Said we could meet
If I wanted some play
Things been ruff since I got dumped
But I ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
You wanted to meet
At the far end of town
So no one would see
You were messin around
I’ve been in one helluva a slump
But I ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
You call me up
At a quarter to four
Ya run outta ice
Can I get you some more?
I’ll do what I do to get over the hump
But I ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
We hooked up once
It wasn’t that good
You never called back
Like you said you would
Things been ruff since I got dumped
But I ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
ain’t gonna be your second-string chump
Richard W. Bray
Tags:cheaters, chumps, country music, Country Music Lyrics, losers, lyrics
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April 15, 2012
I don’t care about my marriage
I don’t care about the kids
I don’t care who I hurt
And I don’t care what I did
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care how much she loved me
I don’t care about her pain
I don’t care if she gets lonely
I don’t care if she’s sane
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care about my daughter
I don’t care bout my son
Growin up without a daddy
Never hurt me none
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, honky tonks, losers, love, lyrics, sad songs
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April 3, 2012
rich man’s war
poor man’s fight
buddy, what gave
you the right
to profit offa
blood and misery?
warbucks fill
your bank account
tell me what’s
the right amount
to make you
be the best that you can be
i seen things
you can’t erase
i lost friends
you can’t replace
i pray to God
you worship property
your blood freezes
my blood burns
you seek silver
i just yearn
to be stateside
with my lovin family
Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, love, lyrics, profiteering, War, warbucks
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April 1, 2012
I fell in love with your heart
Ain’t never been very smart
My passion making me a slave
Love is gonna put me in my grave
I fell in love with your heart
Your eyes are like a paira’ poison darts
Your tender love is hollow and untrue
Lord knows what I ever saw in you
I fell in love with your heart
I knew I shoulda’ run from the start
Smiling while you cut me to the bone
I’d be so much better off alone
I fell in love with your heart
Why you gotta pick my world apart?
My soul is freezing naked in the rain
I guess it ain’t no secret I’m insane
I fell in love with your heart
Ain’t never been very smart
My passion making me a slave
Love is gonna put me in my grave
Richard W. Bray
Tags:broken hearts, country music, Country Music Lyrics, love, love songs, lyrics, masochism, sad songs
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March 28, 2012
Muy Muy Macho
I’m muy muy macho
You don’t wanna mess with me
I ain’t lost a donnybrook
Since Nineteen Eighty-Three
I shave with a machete
I eat razor blades for snacks
For fun I take my clothes off
And roll around in tacks
I’m muy muy macho
I never shed a tear
I swallow all my problems
And wash them down with beer
I floss my teeth with barbed wire
I wash with Brillo pads
Got a PhD in danger
And I wrote the Book of Bad
I’m muy muy macho
Don’t got no time for friends
And if you try to touch me
There’s a chance your life will end
Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, Jaluj, lyrics, machete, macho, muy macho, muy muy macho, tough guys
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October 15, 2011
The Road
road runs uphill
every day
you go out there
every day
logging miles to earn your meals
road runs uphill
every day
if you don’t struggle
every day
you’re probably spinning wheels
road runs uphill
every day
a tilted treadmill
all the way
washing clothes and scraping grills
road runs uphill
every day
and if you stop
to look away
you might end up taking a spill
road runs uphill
every day
so dance your song
all the way
and get your fill before you pay the bill
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Christina Rossetti, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Dosseman, hills, lyrics, perserverance, roads, uphill
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September 17, 2011
Abandoned
For twenty-seven years
I worked the ‘ssembly line
Till traders bought the company
And robbed my pension blind
They crated up the factory
And shipped it overseas
Left fifteen thousand workers
Blowing in the breeze
Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue
Filthy politicians
Say they love the working man
Seeking bribes and kickbacks
From stockbroker hand
Thievin’ doublecrossers
Drove this country off a cliff
Ain’t no golden parachute
For the working stiff
Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue
The folks who run this country
Would sell they mamas’ soul
For a thousand votes
Or thirty bits of gold
The Dream that was America
Is swirling down the drain
This country used to build things
Now we manufacture pain
Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, free trade agreements, lyrics, shuttered factories, the American Dream, unions, urban decline, workers
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September 1, 2011
Tyrant
I’m the boss, so listen you
Cuz I’m the one on top
If the sunshine makes me blue
Then you must make it stop
Get up, sit down
Do everything I say
Come here, go there
Now please just go away
Guys like you need guys like me
To keep y’all on track
You’re competent and diligent
It’s leadership you lack
Get up, sit down
Do everything I say
Come here, go there
Now please just go away
I am here to govern you
That’s how life turned out
You must cry when I am blue
And listen when I shout
Get up, sit down
Do everything I say
Come here, go there
Now please just go away
You don’t need to thank me
For long hours and paltry pay
Adversity builds character
You’ll understand some day
Get up, sit down
Do everything I say
Come here, go there
Now please just go away
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:bad bosses, country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, Humor, lyrics, tyrants
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