LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ann Trabucco

Verse 1
Exhausted from his ego and his "me" way of thinkin',
Playin' cards till sunrise, whiskey-soaked and blinkin',
His way or the highway, his deflated defense
At the light she ditched the pickup and cleared a picket fence.
Verse 2
Never any good at butterin' her bread,
Wouldn't take her to dinner, hit the rodeo instead,
In front of all the ladies, tips his cowboy hat,
Then behind her back keeps grinnin' like an ol' polecat.
Verse 3
He would never sacrifice, never compromise,
Would go to great lengths to protect his disguise,
Spent days bein' lazy to procrastinate,
And askin' for help meant "hurry up and wait!"
Chorus
She gave him enough hoses to hang himself,
Gave nobody any room on his self-centered shelf,
Climb back in that pickup, and choke on your dust,
Cracked the block, blew the seals and broke down her trust!
Outro
Hey, you finally broke something that you can't repair,
You've run out of fuel and you ain't goin' nowhere,
You're goin' to pasture, where you belong,
Rearview mirror shows that you were wrong,
The engine quit knockin', the road finally clear,
And life looks a whole lot better from here!