Posts Tagged ‘country music’

Dirty Filthy People

July 3, 2010

Dirty Filthy People

The way that girl was dressed
I bet her mama would be pleased
Like I keep on telling you
This world is just diseased.

It gets my blood to boiling
Ever’ time I think
Of dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things
Slimy scummy devils
Who make the whole world stink
Dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things

Now just check out them yungins’
Out in public suckin’ face
Such putrid exhibitions
Are a national disgrace

It gets my blood to boiling
Ever’ time I think
Of dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things
Slimy scummy devils
Who make the whole world stink
Dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things

When I’m at home relaxin’
And I turn on my teevee
Every manner of perversion
Is the only thing I see

It gets my blood to boiling
Ever’ time I think
Of dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things
Slimy scummy devils
Who make the whole world stink
Dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things

I try to get away
But even when I close my eyes
I’m consumed with nasty thoughts of
All those other girls and guys

It gets my blood to boiling
Ever’ time I think
Of dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things
Slimy scummy devils
Who make the whole world stink
Dirty filthy people doing dirty filthy things

by Richard W. Bray

Come Home, America

June 23, 2010

Come Home, America

We’re crossing seas in search of dragons
And other beasts to slay
Come home, America
Time to discover our own way

Solving other people’s problems
Is an errand meant for fools
Come home, America
It ain’t our job to make the rules

Dropping drones on wedding parties
Ain’t the best way to make friends
Come home, America
We have better gifts to send

Puffy, pasty pundits send
Our youngsters off to die
Come home, America
Before our nation is bled dry

We’re blowing up other countries
Instead of fixing up our own
Come home, America
Time to cast away the stones

We have so much to offer
But we ain’t the world’s cop
Come home, America
This madness has to stop

Decline and dissolution
Don’t have to be our fate
Come home, America
I hope it’s not too late

by Richard W. Bray

You

June 13, 2010

You

If I sat down and made a list
For no else to read:
Comfort, love, security
And all the things I need
To make it in this cold, cold world
And heal me when I bleed
I’d save myself some paper
And a bunch of pens
Just by looking at your picture
Once more and again

I knew gals who stood me up
And gals that made me blue
But no one I ever met before was you

I loved girls who did me right
And girls that loved me true
But no one I ever met before was you

So there ain’t no sense in listing
All the things you do for me
My time is better spent
Being the best man I can be

I knew gals who made me cry
And gals that were untrue
But no one I ever met before was you

I loved girls who made my bed
And girls that shined my shoes
But no one I ever met before was you

by Richard W. Bray

How do I Say?

April 29, 2010


How do I Say?

How do I say when it’s over
I meant every word that I said
When the world we knew is dissolving
And the love we shared is dead?

How do I tell you it matters
The joy you brought to my life
When the dreams that we shared are all shattered
And you’ll never be my wife?

How can I tell you I’ll miss you
Every day for as long as I live
When the well that we drank from is empty
And nothing is left to give?

I don’t blame you if you hate me
Cuz’ right now I hate me too
I hate the whole damn world
For what I did to you

I just want to see you happy
But there ain’t nuthin’ I can do
Neither one of us will be happy
Till we get past me and you

Someday when you’re not lonely
Cuz’ you’ve found a better man
I just hope you will remember
When my heart was in your hands

by Richard W. Bray

Plum Outta Luck

April 2, 2010

Plum Outta Luck

I got up on Sunday morning after six straight double-shifts
Just another week for an American working stiff
I planned to spend my Sabbath restin’ weary bones
When my wife burst in and shouted in an abusin’ tone:
“Now get your lazy butt out of that comfy bed
I’ve got fifty-seven errands for you to run instead”

It’s time to…

Clean the chimney, mend the roof and then go wash my car.
Stop thinkin’ bout your buddies at that redneck bar
Fix the hammock, scrub the barn and then go paint the fence
How did I marry such a fool without a lick of sense?
Feed the chickens, mow the lawn, and then go stack some wood
I shoulda’ listened when they told me you weren’t any good
And if you thinka’ boltin’ well, you’re plum outta’ luck
Cuz I unhooked the battery from your old red truck

I staggered to the kitchen for my morning cup of Jo
And wondered how my life became this gruesome tale of woe
I did a load of dishes and scrambled me some eggs
How did I get to feelin’ like a dog that always begs?
I gathered up the gumption to tell my darling wife
That I didn’t have the strength to move just to save my life

That’s when she said…

Clean the chimney, mend the roof and then go wash my car.
Stop thinkin’ bout your buddies at that redneck bar
Fix the hammock, scrub the barn and then go paint the fence
How did I marry such a fool without a lick of sense?
Feed the chickens, mow the lawn, and then go stack some wood
I shoulda’ listened when they told me you weren’t any good
And if you thinka’ boltin’ well, you’re plum outta’ luck
Cuz I unhooked the battery from your old red truck

Well I looked up at her and said “This really ain’t the time
I been workin’ myself ragged for every single dime
I’m sorry to disappoint you dear, but I did my best
If you think you could do better, then baby be my guest”
Then I unhooked the battery from my darlin’s car
If anybody calls I’ll be down at my redneck bar

Cuz I won’t…

Clean the chimney, mend the roof and I won’t go wash your car.
I’m busy with my buddies at my redneck bar
I won’t fix the hammock, scrub the barn and I won’t paint the fence
Now I may be a fool, but I least I got the sense
Not to feed the chickens, mow the lawn, and then go stack some wood
I shoulda’ listened when they told me you weren’t any good
And if you think that you can stop me well, you’re plum outta’ luck
Cuz I just hooked up your battery to my old red truck

by Richard W. Bray

Better Than I Ever Dreamed

March 26, 2010

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Better Than I Ever Dreamed

Well life is short
And death is long
And things can get so bleak
If you don’t have the right someone
To listen when you speak
Somehow I hit the jackpot
When I found this gal
She’s a lover and a confidant
And such a perfect pal

She’s saving her best undies
And other secret sundries
She’s saving her best undies
For me
I’m such a lucky feller
And every day I tell her
She’s just the girl I needed her
To be

Well I’ve searched every corner
Of this rock in space
And I’ve sampled all varieties
Of the human race
I ain’t been disappointed
By all the gals I knew
But this old world ain’t never seen
Love like I have
With you

She’s saving her best undies
And other secret sundries
She’s saving her best undies
For me
I’m such a lucky feller
And every day I tell her
Better than I ever dreamed a gal
Could be

by Richard W. Bray

Ease

March 18, 2010

Your smiling, or the hope, the thought of it,
Makes in my mind such pause and abrupt ease
As when the highway bridgegates fall

Richard Wilbur, A Simile for Her Smile

Ease

sitting in a bookstore
waiting on your call
wondrin’ where we’re headed
if this thing will work at all
phone is in my lap
book in my right hand
in a town where i’m a stranger
it’s more than I can stand
feel someone approaching
out the corner of my eye
look up and see you coming
and i’m such a happy guy

ain’t nothin’ in this big old world
to help me ease mind
like thinking of the moment
when I knew that you were mine
never thought i’d know such comfort
happiness and ease
like the feeling of contentment
wrapped up in a summer breeze

by Richard W. Bray

Ain’t No Use in Keepin’ Score

February 20, 2010

Ain’t No Use in Keepin’ Score

I said and thought and did
Ever’thing that I could do
To convince you that I meant
Every word I said to you
Now you and I both know
This thing ain’t workin’ out
But that don’t mean we have to
Fuss and fight and shout

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To help you ease your pain
But make-believin’ nuthin’s wrong
Is driving me insane
If it makes you feel better,
I’ll gladly take the blame
Don’t forget that it’s our lives
And not some silly game
You can add up my trespasses
And subtract all of yours
But darlin’ just remember,
Ain’t no use in keepin’ score

Now you know I’ve said, “I’m sorry”
Forty-seven times
I’d say it forty more
If that would ease your mind
I never doubted for a second
That your love was true
And I’ll always cherish
The time I spent with you

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To help you ease your pain
But make-believin’ nuthin’s wrong
Is driving me insane
If it makes you feel better,
I’ll gladly take the blame
Don’t forget that it’s our lives
And not some silly game
You can add up my trespasses
And subtract all of yours
But darlin’ just remember,
Ain’t no use in keepin’ score

by Richard W. Bray

An Excellent Place to Meet Losers

December 20, 2009

An Excellent Place to Meet Losers

Somehow the blue and the bluer
Straggled on in from the street
This place might not look like a sewer
But it reeks with the stench of defeat

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

There’s plenty of cursin’ and fussin’
But at least we all can agree
The most suitable barroom discussion:
The drunk who’s more worse off than me

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

Don’t ask me just how I got here
I don’t like to live in the past
I’m happy so long as I got beer
I’m certain this won’t be my last

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

So if you are looking for sinners
Grasping at bottles and straws
Or hopelessly gossiping grinners
And people who broke every law

Check out this
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

by Richard W. Bray

I Liked You so much Better when You didn’t have a Clue

August 25, 2009

 

 

A friend is the old old tale of Narcissus
–W.H. Auden

I Liked You so much Better when You didn’t have a Clue

Seen ya’ ‘round town these days—I confess you’re looking good
You eat right and sleep at night like a feller should
Who’da ever guessed that such a loser could
Turn it all around—I recommend you knock on wood

I liked you so much better when you didn’t have a clue
Since you’ve pulled yourself together I don’t know what to do
It’s painful to consider but I must admit it’s true
It gave me so much comfort when I looked down on you

I heard that you quit drinkin’ and stayin’ out till dawn
I saw you Sunday morning mowin’ your own lawn
I seen you with a brunette and a redhead and a blonde
And every indication is you got it goin’ on

I liked you so much better when you didn’t have a clue
Since you’ve pulled yourself together I don’t know what to do
It’s painful to consider but I must admit it’s true
It gave me so much comfort when I looked down on you

Well I’ll go out tonight and probably drink until I puke
If I don’t get arrested I’ll endure severe rebuke
I never thought I’d say this, but why can’t I be you?
Whole world’s turnin’ upside down, what’s a guy t’do?

I liked you so much better when you didn’t have a clue
Since you’ve pulled yourself together I don’t know what to do
It’s painful to consider but I must admit it’s true
It gave me so much comfort when I looked down on you

by Richard W. Bray