Losers Like Us

I WISH I'D MET YOU SOONER - New!

You live two blocks down and I never even knew it,
My daddy overhauled your old man’s Buick

You sang in the choir, I slept in the back pew every sunday
When Skynyrd came to town we were both in the crowd
Singing Gimme three steps, give me three steps mister
All that time I don’t know how I missed you

I wish I’d met you sooner we’d be further along
More miles behind us on this road we’re on
I’d turn back the hands of time but I don’t know how
I wish I’d met you sooner I’d be rid of you by now

You’re so damn good at whining you could serve it w/cheese
And I’m over your obsession with daytime TV

When you say you’re almost ready I got two good hours t kill
You got too many rules and you like to recite ‘em
You can take ‘em all and stick where the sun ain’t shining
And by the way that oven ain’t no decorative item

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I hate you cat, can’t stand your brother
If it ain’t one thing – it’s your mother

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BAD PIRATES - New!

Wish I was sittin in the crows nest
Looking out on the open sea
Making my way thru deep blue water

With fair winds….and debauchery
Sails ho! To my mates down below
Above the sound of the wake

Thru the spyglass … a proud beauty

Worthy of plundering….pieces of 8

Her pieces of eight

Bad Pirates live by the sword
Bad Pirates never get bored

Bad Pirates so good at looting

I want to be a bad pirate…..booty
I think it’s time for a new line of work
Where I can use my hands
Travel round this big beautiful world
Learn how to flog n pillage, n get a tan
And get a tan

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I could use some adventure
N a cool name like Blackbeard

This nice guy stuffsgetting me nowhere
I want to be respected want to be feared

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ROAD KILL - New!

That armadillo never knew what hit him
When my big mud tires damn near split him in two
Hell, Whatcha gonna do?

And that poor old possum never saw it coming
But it sure was awesome running that mother down
Love that thumpin’ sound

God’s Will – haw haw
Roadkill – haw haw haw

And I can’t forget that gray tomcat
Who was a bit too slow and a little too fat to win
I left him mighty thin

Coming round a bend in Abilene
Prettiest doe I ever seen, had a young’n too
I plowed right through

God’s Will – haw haw
Roadkill – haw haw haw

I thought for sure I could beat that train
But my engine stalled and I started prayin’
Lord have mercy on me
But the train kept coming like a thing possessed
Spread me like butter all over them tracks
I asked St. Peter, “what the heck?”
He just smiled and said,

God’s Will – haw haw
Roadkill – haw haw haw

LOSERS LIKE US

Sittin' on this barstool watchin T.V.
The man on the screen just won the lottery
Look at that smile must be three feet wide
‘Cause he knows all them city girls ‘ll be callin' him tonight

That's all right, I don't mind, I'm doing fine hanging out with my kind

Losers like us, we got it made,
Our money's all spent before we even get paid
No six digit salary no 401 K
Just an honest day's work for an honest day's pay
So pick up a cold one, come sit with the gang
Losers like us, we got it made

Check out miss High Class just walked through the door
The sound you just heard was every jaw hit the floor
Darlin' can I buy you something to quench your thirst?
She said “you've got to be kidding, and find yourself a clean shirt

She ain't my type anyway, I'll take a red neck woman any day

If I ever strike it rich I tell you what I'll do
I'm gonna buy me a beer
Gonna buy you one too!

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DAMN THING
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Used to race my GTO, four on the floor and polished chrome
Now I got a mini-van, ain't that sweet. With a car seat…..It's a damn thing
Used to watch the game, pound a few brews, now I'm holdin' her purse she's shopping for shoes
She wants me to choose, between those and these – please….it's a damn thing

Love, it'll call your bluff
Make you soft where you used to be tough
It'll mess you up and kick your butt
It can change the way you think
Love – it's a damn thing

Used to curse every other word, lose my temper, flip the bird
Now she makes me watch every thing I say – friggin' A…..It's a damn thing

Love, it'll call your bluff
Make you soft where you used to be tough
It'll mess you up and kick your butt
It can change the way you think
Love – it's a damn thing

Used to raise a little hell, make a lotta noise, but I couldn't speak when Doc said it's a boy
He's got her eyes, but hey, he looks a little like me….it's a damn thing

Love, it'll call your bluff
Make you soft where you used to be tough
It'll mess you up and kick your butt
It can change the way you think :l
Love – it's a damn thing

GOT THE TALKIN' PART DONE
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Bill works eight to five at a gas station called the Starting Line
He says Dale Jr. yeah he's all right . . . . but he ain't number one
Y'all just wait and see I'm gonna be drivin' on your T.V.
Fast as hell on Sundays, watch me Son . . . . He's got the talking part done

Faye's a waitress at a truck stop, coffee shop, wants to sing her way to the top
Karaoke's cream of the crop. More sweet tea hon'?
(She says) those singers you hear today ain't that great, they're just o.k.
Wait till I get my break it'll come . . . . . She got the talkin' part done
If you're gonna talk the talk . . . . then you'd better walk the walk

Jump in, both feet . . . close your eyes and take that leap
Talk is cheap without a little action
Grab on, both hands. . . . make your move and take that chance
Till then my friend, all you got. . . . is the talkin' part done

Pete works KFC, fryin' drumsticks, thighs, and wings
Make mine extra crispy please, yum, yum
(He says) I'm going to cooking school, Paris France, Cordon Bleu
A gormet chef real soon, second to none. . . . He's got the talking part done
If you're gonna talk the talk . . . . then you'd better walk the walk

Maybe later, someday soon, when this is done when that is through
Always an excuse . . . . why not make “one day” – today

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