Posts Tagged ‘country music’
June 28, 2012
Daddy said my tender heart
Leads me to pursue
Birds with broken wings
And stray dogs just like you
I’m sorry bout the mixup
I’m sorry I’m a fool
Didn’t mean to spend your birthday
Takin’ shots and shootin’ pool
I’m sorry that you took my car
And wrapped it round a tree
I’m sorry that I hocked my house
And gave my guarantee
I’m sorry I jumped bail
I’m sorry that I ran
I’m sorry that the PeeDee
Found me in my van
Always been I susceptible
To rascals just like you
All it ever got me was
A pocket full of blues
I’m a live tornado
Spewin’ mess and misery
Till I beat the bottle
It’s all I’m gonna be
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, codependency, country music, Country Music Lyrics, duets, lyrics, sad songs
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June 17, 2012
Alex lives for beauty
And the memory of a smile
From a love that never was
That continues to beguile
He’s a little ball of bitter
Muffling primal screams
Concocting better days
And waiting on a dream
Walter’s in his workshop
He got himself a plan
Turning lead to gold
He’s gonna be a wealthy man
He’s a little ball of bitter
Afraid to laugh or grin
Holding back on living
Until his ship comes in
Don’t bother with Maria
If you ain’t a wealthy guy
No money means no honey
She got bigger fish to fry
She’s a little ball of bitter
But she ain’t about to quit
Cuz a feller with a fortune
Will be a perfect fit
No Happy Hour for Henry
He don’t waste his life in bars
He’s got an audition
And the ladies love a star
He’s a little ball of bitter
He ain’t livin’ for today
Got no time for losers
He’ll show them all one day
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:bitterness, country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, resentment
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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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