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The dog died, the kids cried
Then up with the sunrise
Couldn't get me a break before dawn
Then I hassled with an ass, so
The trash man, he canceled
Now there's garbage all over the lawn
If my life were a song
I'd be livin' north of Nashville
With only the good Lord to thank
Wearin' big diamond rings
And ridin' in limousines
I'd be cryin' my way to the bank
The ex called, the ex bawled,
They out said it's my fault
That the kid can't be trusted no more
She proceeded to repeat it
It was more than I needed
Now I need a new phone from the store
If my life were a song
I'd be livin' north of Nashville
With only the good Lord to thank
Wearin' big diamond rings
And ridin' in limousines
I'd be cryin' my way to the bank
The cats all have fleas
I've got Lyme disease
And the A/C's gone out again
To the in-laws we're outlaws
We're out to break all the laws
And we're living a life full of sin
Then there's mother, she's another
Story altogether
Please don't get me started again
If my life were a song
I'd be livin' north of Nashville
With only the good Lord to thank
Wearin' big diamond rings
And ridin' in limousines
I'd be cryin' my way to the bank
Wearin' big diamond rings
And ridin' in limousines
I'd be cryin my way to the bank
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Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine cornfed country girl
She was born down in the backwoods in the Bootheel, raised on cornbread, 'coon and squirrel
She kinda came from outta nowhere, out of town, somewhere, someplace I've never heard
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine, bona-fide, cornfed country girl
She got a smile as sweet as a Sunday country drive
She got a tongue as sharp as her grandma's carving knife
If it's trouble you want, she lives it
She can take it just as good as she gives it
And she always tends to lead off with her right
She's got a mean streak in her blood runnin' thin
She can be as kind as a calm September wind
She'll sit you down and tell you straight up
"You either spit it out or shut up"
And either way you're gonna wish you were her friend
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine cornfed country girl
She was born down in the backwoods in the Bootheel, raised on cornbread, 'coon and squirrel
She kinda came from outta nowhere, out of town, somewhere, someplace I've never heard
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine, bona-fide, cornfed country girl
She got a heart as big as an Ozark mountain sky
She'll make a mean pork chop or venison pot pie
She was goin on seventeen
The first time she had ever seen
A fast-food, drive-thru restaurant in her life
She got a thing for pickup trucks and gravel roads
But she hates the freezing rain, the ice and snow
She can't drive through it any faster
Than her grandma's Farmall tractor
So we try to keep her off the blacktop road
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine cornfed country girl
She was born down in the backwoods in the Bootheel, raised on cornbread, 'coon and squirrel
She kinda came from outta nowhere, out of town, somewhere, someplace I've never heard
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine, bona-fide, cornfed country girl
Mama, this is Carla, she's a genuine, bona-fide, cornfed country girl
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I'm out here in the sun
My day has just begun
Oh, my
Tell me, dear Lord, why?
On solid rock I stand
I must rethink my plans
I sigh
But there's no time to cry
Why is it so hard
To dig a hole in my yard?
Sticks and stones and roots
I've got the post-hole digger blues
I'm out here in the sun
With blisters on my thumbs
Oh, ow
But I can't stop now
Got thirteen holes to go
Then I can put my fence row
In
All for Man's Best Friend
Why is it so hard
To dig a hole in my yard?
Sticks and stones and roots
I've got the post-hole digger blues
I've got the post-hole digger blues
I've got the post-hole digger blues
I've got the post-hole digger blues
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4. |
A Honky-Tonk Song
04:15
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It's a story of old
Of love growing cold
No hope for the future
The note that she wrote you is clear
It's a story of pain
Misery and shame
It's hoping that noone you know
Will know that you care
It's a honky-tonk song
And everyone's got one
In the back of their mind
It plays all the time
And always for someone
It's where we go wrong
And how will I go on?
It's lonely and blue
It's simple and true
It's a honky-tonk song
It's a bottle of booze
You're yesterday's news
No hope for tomorrow
Go drown your sorrow in beer
It's strangers and friends
It's "Set 'em up again"
It's knowin you're going back home
But nobody's there
It's a honky-tonk song
And everyone's got one
In the back of their mind
It plays all the time
And always for someone
It's where we go wrong
How will I go on?
It's lonely and blue
It's simple and true
It's a honky-tonk song
It's sittin all alone
Staring at a phone
It's waiting and wondering why
It's Haggard or Jones
Or one of your own little songs
That still make you cry
It's a honky-tonk song
And everyone's got one
In the back of their mind
It plays all the time
And always for someone
It's where we go wrong
How will I go on?
It's lonely and blue
It's simple and true
It's a honky-tonk song
Lonely and blue
Sad, but it's true
It's a honky-tonk song
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