I wrote a country song.

[Raynine]

I went into town today and my car radio on a country station. I've recently started playing my guitar again and now I have decided to write country songs. I can't show the music but it is kind of rockabilly and upbeat. The song is reminiscent of when I used to go to bars. Here are the words-I'm still working on it:

I headed to the bar last Saturday night,

To live my life and live it right.

I don’t save,

I take what I can get.

I got eight kids,

that I aint never met.

I seen this beauty,

Sittin at the bar.

I fell in love,

Cause I seen she had a car.

I don’t save,

I work in cash,

I’m a drinkin tank

of poor white trash.

I downed a beer,

And got up my nerve.

To sit right next to her,

And get what I deserve.

She was as wide as she was tall,

She was the answer to my hope.

She flossed her teeth,

With a clothesline rope.

She spoke and slurred,

With a low IQ.

She was an old bar bag,

With a new tattoo.

What do you think?

 

[shockedcanadian]

I went into town today and my car radio on a country station. I've recently started playing my guitar again and now I have decided to write country songs. I can't show the music but it is kind of rockabilly and upbeat. The song is reminiscent of when I used to go to bars. Here are the words-I'm still working on it:

I headed to the bar last Saturday night,

To live my life and live it right.

I don’t save,

I take what I can get.

I got eight kids,

that I aint never met.

I seen this beauty,

Sittin at the bar.

I fell in love,

Cause I seen she had a car.

I don’t save,

I work in cash,

I’m a drinkin tank

of poor white trash.

I downed a beer,

And got up my nerve.

To sit right next to her,

And get what I deserve.

She was as wide as she was tall,

She was the answer to my hope.

She flossed her teeth,

With a clothesline rope.

She spoke and slurred,

With a low IQ.

She was an old bar bag,

With a new tattoo.

What do you think?

Top shelf writing, almost Shakespearean. If you can carry a tune you may have a future.

My life has been a country song. The difference is that they never speak about blowing the whistle in such songs...

 

[DukeU]

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was
Not the perfect country & western song because he hadn't said anything at all about mama,
Or trains,
Or trucks,
Or prison,
Or getting' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song
And he sent it to me,
And after reading it,
I realized that my friend had written the perfect
Country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run ned over by a damned old train

[Chorus:]
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
No, a' you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me
Well I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name

 

[hondo 50]

Where's the melody?

 

[1srelluc]

Where's the melody?

Bluegrass up and RUNN-OFT with it.

 

[Admiral Rockwell Tory]

Where's the melody?

Melody has the day off at the Waffle House. I am here and she is not.

 

[hondo 50]

Melody has the day off at the Waffle House. I am here and she is not.

There was a guy here whose grandma owned a breakfast joint called the Waffle SS.