Posts Tagged ‘country music’
November 15, 2014
Got a million ills to feed on
Need a bartender to bleed on
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta
Be the wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I don’t deserve another chance, Stan
Couldn’t keep it in my pants, Man
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
Doctors say I got a sick head
Cuz I’m always such a dickhead
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, love songs, lyrics, sad songs
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November 7, 2014
Y’all some
Wine-sippin,
God-hatin,
Tree-huggin,
Baby-killin
Tofu eaters
Hopeless heathen wife-cheaters
Yellow-bellied troop-defeaters
I can tell you who you are
Just by lookin at your car
And the clothes that you wear
And the way you cut your hair
Y’all some
Truck-drivin,
Gun-clingin,
Choir-singin,
Beer-guzzlin
Boo-boo raisers
Redneck mobile home appraisers
Happy when you’re meltin glaciers
I just look at you and shrug
It’s so easy to be smug
We can fuss and fight all day
While they send our jobs away
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Blue State, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, liars, lyrics, Red State
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November 1, 2014
I like ’em rich and slightly gray
I thought she was the perfect prey
Just when I thought I had it made
I got punked and she got played
I didn’t know when to be afraid
I maxed her cards and sold her jade
But I couldn’t finish my charade
I got punked and she got played
She treated help like galley slaves
My work was like a small crusade
But when she caught me with the maid
I got punked and she got played
My best laid plans didn’t go so well
Now she’s in jail and I’m in hell
She sure knew how to work that blade
I got punked and she got played
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, gigolos, Humor, liars, lyrics
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September 6, 2014
I heard a politician
His tongue was made of gold
He whetted all my wishin
What a tale he told
But once he got elected
He didn’t change a thing
His words were all infected
But Lord that man could sing
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
A man came from the city
What a song he sung
He made me feel so pretty
He made me feel so young
Now my soul is scarred
From all the things he did
He maxed out all my cards
And left me with a kid
A honey-drippin phrase
Just puts me in a daze
I’m blinded by my ears
Every time I hear
A phony-talking sneak
It always leaves me weak
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, liars, lyrics, politicians, sneaks
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August 21, 2014
When I see two people happy
I start to scheme and plan
I’ve always got a hunger
For somebody else’s man
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s charming and he’s handsome
He’s difficult to get
I‘ve had eleven like him
I’m collecting the whole set
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
He’s muscular and tall
And he drives a German car
My life is a movie
And I’m making him a star
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
I’ll have him, I’ll discard him
I’ll find another mate
Vittles look so tasty
When they’re on a different plate
If he’s good enough for you
He’d be better for me
You’d better hold on to your man
Or he’ll be my property
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics
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August 18, 2014
A crying kid
A hungry hound
Investigators
Asking round
An angry spouse
(That crazy shrew)
And a horny
Girlfriend too
I don’t know what I did
To cause this storm
I need to find a place
That’s safe and warm
Creditors with
Just one goal:
Obliterate
My tortured soul
No savings for
A rainy day
Three or four
Ex-wives to pay
My troubles grow and grow
Against my will
Like a snowball
Rolling down a hill
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, fatalism, Humor, losers
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August 14, 2014
You never like my cooking
You said my roast was dry
You wouldn’t eat my lasagna
You won’t touch my cherry pie
If you don’t munch on something
I’ll get another guy
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
You never liked my family
You said my dad was dirt
You came to brunch on Sunday
But you didn’t bring your shirt
If my brothers ever see you
They’ll fill you up with hurt
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
You never do the dishes
You never mop the floor
You think that I’m your maid
You think that I’m your whore
You just need direction
So, buddy there’s the door
I do everything you ask me to
What T F is wrong with you?
I’m loyal and I’m pretty too
What T F is wrong with you?
A bigger fool I never knew
What T F is wrong with you?
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, losers
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July 28, 2014
You took me for a snack
Then I never called you back
But I thought about it
I didn’t replace your car
When I crashed into that bar
But I thought about it
And I never did the chores
That your father paid me for
But I thought about it
Didn’t feed your fishes for a week
When I climbed that mountain peak
But I thought about it
I didn’t apologize
For their premature demise
But I thought about it
I’m sorry that you’re gone
And I know that I was wrong
Cuz I thought about it
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, losers
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July 20, 2014
Teacher says my kid is bad
Pinching girls and punching boys
Says he’s quite the lively lad
Busting heads and breaking toys
I gotta raise the feller right
I can’t tolerate no sass
Every time the school calls
I always beat his little ass
He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society
Police got my boy downtown
For smashing glass and taking beer
I guess I’ll get another round
Before I sneak on outta here
I’m ashamed that he’s my son
That ain’t the way that he was taught
We all like to have our fun
But only idiots get caught
He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, hypocrisy, lyrics
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July 6, 2014
You can’t fill up on happy
By drinking twenty beers
Or eating cotton candy
Till it comes out your ears
Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do
The need to know that nibbles
And asks us who we are
Won’t be sated by garages
With fifty-seven cars
Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do
Find yourself a project
And plug, plug, plug away
Make a little progress
And show up every day
Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, happiness, happy, lyrics
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