Posts Tagged ‘Country Music Lyrics’
February 17, 2014
Being mean
Don’t make a man
So love your neighbor
As you can
Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me
I’ll never know
What you been through
But I can try
And comfort you
Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me
Don’t hate folks
For being frail
A hardened heart
Is like a jail
Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me
Try to have
A humble heart
Be thankful if
You’re strong and smart
Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me
It don’t make
Much sense to live
If we can’t
Comfort and forgive
Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:compassion, country music, Country Music Lyrics, county music lyrics
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February 3, 2014
Me and my man
We had a date
Would you believe
That he was late, late, late?
—Next day late
And when I finally
Saw that punk
Would you believe
That he was drunk, drunk, drunk?
—Smelly drunk
That loser is
My baby’s dad
Would you believe
That I am mad, mad, mad?
–Murder mad
This man is
More than I can take
Woul you believe
That he’s a snake, snake, snake?
–Walking snake
But I just love
The way he struts
Would you believe
That I am nuts, nuts, nuts?
–Madhouse nuts
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:codependency, country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics
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January 17, 2014
You can call me paranoid
You can say I live for hate
When evildoers strike
It ain’t no time to debate
I’m gonna rain down some metal
When hoodlums congregate
They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right
Comes a time to make a stand
No matter what the cost
Things don’t always go as planned
Sometimes guiltless lives get lost
I try to do the best I can
It ain’t no cinch to be the boss
They were up to no good
It’s my duty as a man
To protect my neighborhood
And do everything I can
I‘ve always understood
Sometimes a feller’s gotta fight
They were up to no good
That’s what gives me the right
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, drones, lyrics, revenge, up to no good
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December 22, 2013
so we had some plans to meet
it was gonna be my treat
just another broke appointment
i’ll have to live the disappointment
and you used to be so sweet
so you’re never gonna come
now my heart is going numb
i sat for about an hour
with a bunch of wilting flowers
how could I ever be so dumb?
so I guess this is the end
you only liked me for a friend
all your kisses and your laughter
didn’t mean a whole lot after
is it so easy to pretend?
does it give your heart a thrill
when you close in for the kill?
is it true that you believe
you only win when you deceive?
or is it just your only skill?
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:broken hearts, country music, Country Music Lyrics, heartache, lyrics, sad songs
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December 17, 2013
folks gonna do just what they will
keep going till they get their fill
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife
you only got one chance to live
there are so many ways to give
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife
you gotta live in your own head
and so it goes until you’re dead
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife
you can’t talk nobody sane
no matter how much you explain
you can talk away your life
but you can’t live another’s strife
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics
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December 11, 2013
Lord, give me a Mustang
Or a GTO
With some big chrome bumpers
I’ll be ready to go
I’ll take a Sixty-Eight Charger
Or an Oldsmobile
With no power nothing
And some big rubber wheels
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
Lord, give me a pickup
With a three on the tree
With my buddies in back
Like it’s supposed to be
I’ll take red Firebird
Or a Dodge Daytona
We’ll be haulin some ass
From here to Pomona
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
Don’t need a big piece of plastic
With fuel injection
Don’t need no unibody frame
For my protection
Just want an AM/FM
With all transistors
I’ll be hittin the road
Till my butt gets blisters
I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:cars, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Dodge Charger, Dodge Daytona, Firebird, Ford Mustang, GTO, lyrics, nostalgia, Oldsmoblie
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November 26, 2013
I hit the bars in Tucson
I had a wicked thirst
I hoped to find a honey
And open up her purse
I ain’t much to look at
But a lady could do worse
So I polished up my silver tongue
With a couple shots
I scoped me out some honeys
The kind that look real hot
I headed for some tables
And gave it all I got
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
The gals in this establishment
We’re actin pretty rough
I kept hurlin pickups
But it wasn’t my best stuff
It was time to ice my ego
Cuz I done had enough
Then I spied a vision
Of silky curvy lace
I asked if she’d like to
Take me to her place
She hoisted up her beverage
And threw it in my face
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
Tucson gals are ornery
Especially in June
Or maybe I was harvesting
The cycles of the moon
I might venture back this way
But it won’t be soon
Those gals weren’t very friendly
But it don’t bother me
Now I’m gonna hit the road
And see what I can see
Perhaps it’s time to check out
The beauties in Tempe
With diligence my shield
I trek from town to town
I don’t always prosper
But it never gets me down
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:bars, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, losers, lyrics
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November 22, 2013
You can act all proper
You can try and hold it in
Stick your finger in the floodgates
But you’re never gonna win
when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done
You act like someone else
And pretend it’s all a show
But the pain in your marrow
Is only gonna grow
when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done
Time marches on
That river’s gonna flow
And you’re stuck in yourself
Everywhere you go
when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:baggage, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Desperate Man, John Carter, lyrics
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