Posts Tagged ‘lyrics’
November 28, 2014
My friends at the bar
Are a bunch of crazy boozers
I love em like brothers
But they’re such a load of losers
Lazy, stupid, welfare-cheating
Mother-mooching scum
I like to take a drink
But I ain’t no bum
I ain’t a drunk
I just like to play
I ain’t a drunk
I go to work every day
I don’t even keep
No booze in my home
I ain’t a drunk
Cuz I never drink alone
That cop who pulled me over
Was way outta line
I wasn’t really drinking
Just a little wine
I had a big meal
I was driving fine
My B-A-C was only
One point nine
I ain’t a drunk
I just like to play
I ain’t a drunk
I go to work every day
I don’t even keep
No booze in my home
I ain’t a drunk
Cuz I never drink alone
My whiny kids
And my self-righteous wife
Are really jealous
Of my freewheeling life
They asked me to quit
But they ain’t my boss
If they wanna move out
It’ll be their loss
I ain’t a drunk
I just like to play
I ain’t a drunk
I go to work every day
I don’t even keep
No booze in my home
I ain’t a drunk
Cuz I never drink alone
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, lyrics
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November 25, 2014
Everyone remembers
You were such a crazy kid
I know you want to tell her
“Don’t do the things I did”
She gets to live her own life
And make her own mistakes
She’s gotta blow off some steam
Before she puts on the brakes
Since taking her first steps
She’s been falling on her rear
She’s getting smarter every day
She’s getting bolder every year
She gets to live her own life
And make her own mistakes
She’s gotta blow off some steam
Before she puts on the brakes
That’s the way it’s gotta go
You can stomp and you can yell
If you love her let her be
I know it hurts like hell
She gets to live her own life
And make her own mistakes
She’s gotta blow off some steam
Before she puts on the brakes
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, parenthood
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November 17, 2014
You won’t find it
On the web
You won’t find it
At the mall
You won’t find it
Up her dress
There ain’t
No one to call
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
The planets won’t
Tell you
You can’t see it
In the stars
You won’t find it
In a pill
You won’t find it
At the bar
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
You can ask
Your pastor
You can hire yourself
A shrink
Five hundred bucks
An hour
Won’t tell you
What you think
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics
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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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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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