Hi, everybody! I'm a burly East Texas man who loves to write, drink good whiskey, and occasionally make out with my Australian wife.

VI
Fishing with my Pa Paw
Back in 72’
Under a big Texas sky
That sun a shinin’ right through
Onto Me
VII
Paw’s twisted ole’ fingers
Held a spent cigarette
As he baited my crawler
Runnin’ out of breathe
He say:
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too damn late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VIII
Two years later Pa Paw passed away
I stood like a big boy right over his grave
Remembering what he say
To me ...
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
Bridge
But it fades into the glory
Just like all the other stories
And all the other them there lines
Somewhere out there
Somewhere in time
I want him back.
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VI
Well, I finished my shift
At a quarter past six
The sun already a coming up
Of course I’m running late
For a real hot date
Double timed it to my truck
VII
Took a short cut home
Route ‘71
Past Jamestown Reservoir
Lit another cigarette
Hit a pot hole
Holy Shit!
Then on came the radio ...
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank is holdin’ down the drums
You-know-who’s on that steel guitar
And Hester? You can really hear her hum!
VII
Down the dirt drive
Spied ya’ through a’ wooden blind
God’s little fallen angel a given to me
But there’s something you should know
No need to put on a show
No. Not here in Tenneesee
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank his holdin’ down the drums
You know who’s on the steel guitar
And Hester? Can you hear her hum?
VI
Fishing with my Pa Paw
Back in 72’
Under a big Texas sky
That sun a shinin’ right through
Onto Me
VII
Paw’s twisted ole’ fingers
Held a spent cigarette
As he baited my crawler
Runnin’ out of breathe
He say:
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too damn late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VIII
Two years later Pa Paw passed away
I stood like a big boy right over his grave
Remembering what he say
To me ...
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
Bridge
But it fades into the glory
Just like all the other stories
And all the other them there lines
Somewhere out there
Somewhere in time
I want him back.
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VI
Well, I finished my shift
At a quarter past six
The sun already a coming up
Of course I’m running late
For a real hot date
Double timed it to my truck
VII
Took a short cut home
Route ‘71
Past Jamestown Reservoir
Lit another cigarette
Hit a pot hole
Holy Shit!
Then on came the radio ...
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank is holdin’ down the drums
You-know-who’s on that steel guitar
And Hester? You can really hear her hum!
VII
Down the dirt drive
Spied ya’ through a’ wooden blind
God’s little fallen angel a given to me
But there’s something you should know
No need to put on a show
No. Not here in Tenneesee
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank his holdin’ down the drums
You know who’s on the steel guitar
And Hester? Can you hear her hum?
VI
I’ve been feeling rather low these days
Drinking down this heart of Jack
Seems nothing less than 80 proof
Keeps the monkey off this back
VII
Age is just a number, right?
And everything’ll turn out fine?
Just bend your knee and ask Him please
Is what they tell me all the time
Pre-Chorus
But when I wake each sunny mornin’
And look into that busted mirror
I salute your old ghost
Then raise up a toast
For the words I’s a gonna’ hear:
Chorus
You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me
VIII
Alright there Casper
Dear my love
I’ve had as much as I can take
Cause you’re pushing me onto that Wild Turkey
And that Linda Lou across the lake
Bridge
I may not be Brad Pitts or even Ron Jeremy
But I can dress a whitetail deer
And slam a 40oz beer
Faster than…
Hey, what’s that you’re sayin?
Ah, Hell no!
Chorus
You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me
Verse I
I drove my dad’s ‘58 out to Bonnie Beats
A gold 318 with three on the tree
I smelled that chicken steak from a mile away!
Put the Fury in a hurry, and I gave pops a wave
Verse II
Eggs over easy
Texas toast on the side
45 on the speedo
Got my hair piled high
Let’s go!
[Guitar Break]
Commando!
Something just ain’t right!
Can you please shed some light?
Oh, pretty please?
Cause I believe
I am a stupefied!
Verse III
Well, I salute you sir, but it is getting late
They stop serving them biscuits at a quarter to 8
Commando? You’re just much too slow!
Come on golden boy. Let’s go go go!
Commando is this is a joke?
[Outro / Semi-Spoken]
Why you want to hurt me like that?
You got a 318!
Ain’t you supposed to be mean?
You hurt me real bad
And my tummy is sad
Can you hear it crying?
Move your big ass wheel down and listen
That ain’t yo ignition!
Verse I
Well I’ve been driving here
Done drunk too many beers
Thinking bout’ you and me
Just how far we come
And the things we done done
In this thing called “our history.”
Verse II
Now, you can cry if you want
But honey this dog don’t hunt
Cause’ he heard it a thousand times
He got a paw to the floor
Say he can’t take it no more!
His fur is flying
And he’s feeling fine
Chorus
You know I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
Verse III
Now listen, Honey
If it were up to me
I’d buy ya’ a big diamond ring
But baby we three
And now a big oak tree!
Her Bada boom got your Bada bing!
Pre-Chorus
Lord now dear
Don’t ya’ shed a damn tear
You done heard all my BS before
Just run as fast you can
Cause' I’s a mean old man
But my heart is still a’ pretty tore!
Chorus
But you know I’m gonna’ be there
No. You’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
Bridge
I tell you, I’m a fool for you
I'm just never gonna' be
Your Jeremiah Johnson
Don't you know that ain't me?
It's time to make a final stand
Got find a better man
And set this old bird dog free
Chorus
I say I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
VI
There’s something
In the way she move
Keisha, her lips
So black
So blue
So wet
So right
She got me damned hyped
Fist full of love
Got my flow real tight
I’m blue
Verse two
For you … Sincere
Who love you dear?
So ugh!
VII
Okay, Ma!
Órale ya’
It’s your Ta Ta
Yo’ fade already
Piano be like
Jason verses Freddy
Now Keisha
Yo’
She want her Teddy
Let’s talk about Buns
Cause ya’ know he loved you hunz
DMX
Rest in Peace, playa’
One
… until later
CHORUS
Cause’ everything’s blue
Thanks for everything’s blue
You know we Two Wong Fu
I got your IOU
Okay, verse three
Everybody, put your hands up!
VIII
He talk to angels
Yeah the blue ones
And Elvis too
Says they havin’ fun
Chuck D
Public Enemy number one?
Guess the bands on the run
“Oh yeah!”
“Thank ya’ very much.”
CHORUS
Cause’ everything’s blue
Yeah’ everything’s blue
Now we under them sheets
With your IOU
OUTRO
I be lovin’ those thighs
Got a fifty-shade high
For to pluck out my eye?
Say Matt in 29
Come straight off the vine
Like agua azul en vino
Middle finger to Pa Pa out in Chino
Your caveman’s Encino
She make a’ my dream yo’
She make it blue
No goodbyes
Only love, Boo
VI
Fishing with my Pa Paw
Back in 72’
Under a big Texas sky
That sun a shinin’ right through
Onto Me
VII
Paw’s twisted ole’ fingers
Held a spent cigarette
As he baited my crawler
Runnin’ out of breathe
He say:
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too damn late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VIII
Two years later Pa Paw passed away
I stood like a big boy right over his grave
Remembering what he say
To me ...
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
Bridge
But it fades into the glory
Just like all the other stories
And all the other them there lines
Somewhere out there
Somewhere in time
I want him back.
Chorus
You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late
Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by
VI
Well, I finished my shift
At a quarter past six
The sun already a coming up
Of course I’m running late
For a real hot date
Double timed it to my truck
VII
Took a short cut home
Route ‘71
Past Jamestown Reservoir
Lit another cigarette
Hit a pot hole
Holy Shit!
Then on came the radio ...
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank is holdin’ down the drums
You-know-who’s on that steel guitar
And Hester? You can really hear her hum!
VII
Down the dirt drive
Spied ya’ through a’ wooden blind
God’s little fallen angel a given to me
But there’s something you should know
No need to put on a show
No. Not here in Tenneesee
Chorus
We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart
The bands all here
Frank his holdin’ down the drums
You know who’s on the steel guitar
And Hester? Can you hear her hum?
VI
I’ve been feeling rather low these days
Drinking down this heart of Jack
Seems nothing less than 80 proof
Keeps the monkey off this back
VII
Age is just a number, right?
And everything’ll turn out fine?
Just bend your knee and ask Him please
Is what they tell me all the time
Pre-Chorus
But when I wake each sunny mornin’
And look into that busted mirror
I salute your old ghost
Then raise up a toast
For the words I’s a gonna’ hear:
Chorus
You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me
VIII
Alright there Casper
Dear my love
I’ve had as much as I can take
Cause you’re pushing me onto that Wild Turkey
And that Linda Lou across the lake
Bridge
I may not be Brad Pitts or even Ron Jeremy
But I can dress a whitetail deer
And slam a 40oz beer
Faster than…
Hey, what’s that you’re sayin?
Ah, Hell no!
Chorus
You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me
Verse I
I drove my dad’s ‘58 out to Bonnie Beats
A gold 318 with three on the tree
I smelled that chicken steak from a mile away!
Put the Fury in a hurry, and I gave pops a wave
Verse II
Eggs over easy
Texas toast on the side
45 on the speedo
Got my hair piled high
Let’s go!
[Guitar Break]
Commando!
Something just ain’t right!
Can you please shed some light?
Oh, pretty please?
Cause I believe
I am a stupefied!
Verse III
Well, I salute you sir, but it is getting late
They stop serving them biscuits at a quarter to 8
Commando? You’re just much too slow!
Come on golden boy. Let’s go go go!
Commando is this is a joke?
[Outro / Semi-Spoken]
Why you want to hurt me like that?
You got a 318!
Ain’t you supposed to be mean?
You hurt me real bad
And my tummy is sad
Can you hear it crying?
Move your big ass wheel down and listen
That ain’t yo ignition!
Verse I
Well I’ve been driving here
Done drunk too many beers
Thinking bout’ you and me
Just how far we come
And the things we done done
In this thing called “our history.”
Verse II
Now, you can cry if you want
But honey this dog don’t hunt
Cause’ he heard it a thousand times
He got a paw to the floor
Say he can’t take it no more!
His fur is flying
And he’s feeling fine
Chorus
You know I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
Verse III
Now listen, Honey
If it were up to me
I’d buy ya’ a big diamond ring
But baby we three
And now a big oak tree!
Her Bada boom got your Bada bing!
Pre-Chorus
Lord now dear
Don’t ya’ shed a damn tear
You done heard all my BS before
Just run as fast you can
Cause' I’s a mean old man
But my heart is still a’ pretty tore!
Chorus
But you know I’m gonna’ be there
No. You’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
Bridge
I tell you, I’m a fool for you
I'm just never gonna' be
Your Jeremiah Johnson
Don't you know that ain't me?
It's time to make a final stand
Got find a better man
And set this old bird dog free
Chorus
I say I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!
Hi, everybody! I'm a burly East Texas man who loves to write, drink good whiskey, and occasionally make out with my Australian wife.