Posts Tagged ‘Country Music Lyrics’
May 13, 2014
You can take a bunch of pills
Drink that whiskey by the cup
But your anguish and your ills
Will survive if you wake up
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
You can pack up all that pain
You can shove it down deep
But the hurt will still remain
It’ll surface when you sleep
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
You can fill up every day
You can work around the clock
You can play and play and play
You can talk and talk and talk
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, Humor, lyrics, pain
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April 24, 2014
Hit the road for half a life
And braved a million hassles
I found myself the perfect wife
And built myself a castle
Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down
She didn’t seem to mind too much
All that time apart
I did my best to keep in touch
And please her fickle heart
Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down
Filled a house with kids and stuff
And somehow we got by
Concocting fibs and jolly bluffs
A fabricated lie
Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down
Reality is almost gone
Couldn’t get much insaner
The whole town knows what’s going on
With my wife and her trainer
Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, infidelity, lyrics, sad songs
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April 5, 2014
She was sultry, she was fine
But that vixen wasn’t mine
When her boyfriend busted in
He was angrier than sin
He teaches Tae kwon do
I’m in a cast from head to toe
My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here
I tried to drive my car
After hitting sixteen bars
That kindly EMT
Asked me if I saw the tree
It’s a wonder I ain’t dead
But I’m handcuffed to my bed
My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here
I can never get enough
I want everybody’s stuff
I know every single trick
I sneak right in and grab it quick
I tried it one too many times
Now I’m in Chino doing time
My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, lyrics
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March 27, 2014
I’ll be friendly
I’ll be flirty
I’ll make manager
By thirty
I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone
Talk all about
The kids and wife
I’ll say you have
An awesome life
I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone
I’m here all night
This round’s on me
With all my fake
Sincerity
I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone
You’re not my pal
You ain’t my friend
You’re just the
Means to an end
I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, Schmooze button, schmoozers
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March 25, 2014
It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive
—Bruce Springsteen
I feel happy
For your happy
I’m glad that
You are glad
Don’t make my
Life no better
For others
To be sad
Happy ain’t
No zero sum
So pass it on
To everyone
Life’s too short
To hold your happy
Don’t be scared that
You’ll be sappy
Spread it round
Don’t be a miser
You’ll feel better
You’ll be wiser
Happy ain’t
No zero sum
So pass it on
To everyone
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Bruce Springsteen, country music, Country Music Lyrics, happiness, lyrics
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March 23, 2014
Author’s note: I’ll never forget the first time I’m heard the word homey. Circa 1986, I was waiting for the northbound bus where College Avenue meets Broadway in the great American city of Oakland, California with a pair of teenagers who were ditching school. They were planning on meeting some friends to hang out at somebody’s house. (Yes, I was eavesdropping.) One of them ran across the street to use a payphone (remember payphones?) just as the bus appeared.
“Yo, homey,” his friend alerted. I immediately loved this new word. I’m seriously into words.
Homey and a Half
Life is scary
Life is bleak
It ain’t no place
For the week
Friends will help
You get along
That’s why
I wrote this song
You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum
Can’t take nothing
To the grave
There’s only
Memories to save
The times we
Share with friends
Mean the most
In the end
You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, friendship, homey, lyrics, Oakland CA
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March 13, 2014
Somewhere somebody
Might be sayin’
Somethin’ bad
About me
I get so agitated
When I think about
What those words
Could be
My blood
Starts percolatin’
Cuz I know
Just who they are
Laughin’ sneerin’ hatin’
At my favorite bar
Those pathetic fools
Are probably
Goin’ on
And on
They should worry
‘Bout themselves
Insteada’ yappin’
All night long
My blood
Starts percolatin’
Cuz I know
Just who they are
Laughin’ sneerin’ hatin’
At my favorite bar
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, lyrics, talking trash
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March 11, 2014
The problem is, you cannot rescue someone who is addicted to drugs. You can lecture them, to no point, and plead with them, to no avail, but essentially an outsider is powerless over someone else’s addiction. No doubt about it, drugs do make him feel good. It’s just that they make him feel bad all the rest of the time.
—Roger Ebert
The rest of
The time ain’t
So much fun
After the party
Is done
Vampires
Whither
In the sun
My friends are
So lively and so free
We’re just who
We wanted
To be
Ain’t nothing
Will ever explain
The nuisance
That nibbles
My brain
My world
Will never
Be sane
My friends are
So lively and so free
We’re just who
We wanted
To be
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, Roger Ebert
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