Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Wistful

If I Only Had a Truck

I’ve got my T-Shirt, it’s whiter than I’ll ever be
I’ve got my worn out boots just customized for me
I’ve got my work-worn jeans from my ten hour days
And my ol’ baseball hat promoting Chevrolets

Chorus 1:
And if I only had a truck
I might have someone holding me tight
like that girl I’ve known since grade school
who wasn’t impressed by my BMX bike
We’d go muddin’ out in the cornfields
and have sweet kisses out by the lake
I’d have it all, the girl and good luck
If I, If I, If I only had a truck

I was raised right, got myself mostly A’s & B’s
At the General Store I’d hear ’em shoot the breeze
Wanted to be like them – all those hardworkin’ men
Not like my beachgoing friends who’d go hang ten

Bridge:
Instead I learned how to work on cars
but I didn’t get to labor on a farm
And I took up pitchin’ in High School
but Senior year I blew out my arm

Chorus 2:
And if I only had a truck
Things would have worked out differently
When someone needed help movin’ stuff
They’d always call & count on me
Now I’m just a mechanic at a Quick Lube
and every day on my lunch break
I try to figure out how I’m gonna get unstuck
Man, it wouldn’t suck,
if I, if I, if I… only had a truck

Instrumental break, then

Chorus 1:
If I only had a truck
I might have someone holding me tight
like that girl I’ve known since grade school
who wasn’t impressed by my BMX bike
We’d go muddin’ out in the cornfields
and have sweet kisses out by the lake
I’d have it all, the girl and good luck
If I, If I, If I only had a truck

If I, If I, If I only had a truck

December 20, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Women

I Believe Her Now

She told me she loved me before I moved on
And I think I believe her now
She said she didn’t want to live without me
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause she’s in a hospital bed
I keep thinkin’ ’bout what she said
It’s rattlin’ around in my head
And I think I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I think I believe her now

She told me I’d never find another like her
And I think I believe her now
She said I’d remember the way we were
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause I feel so damn upset
And I’m ponderin’ what she said
I’m filled with a lot of regret
And I think I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I think I believe her now

I came home last night to my apartment
She was out front waitin’ for me
A couple of guys left her for dead
She asked me to take her to Emergency
She was black ‘n blue all over her body
She could barely see out of her eyes
She said they both sexually assaulted her
And I couldn’t help but empathize

She told me she’s sorry she treated me bad
And I think I believe her now
She said ever since I left she’s been so sad
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause what I felt for her before we fought
Is back in my heart and I love her a lot
She said she really wants another shot
She told me she’ll give me all she’s got
And I think I believe her now
No, I know I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I know I believe her now
I know I believe her now

December 12, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Growing Up, Inspired by College, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Relationships, Rites of Passage, Wistful, Young Love

I’m No Longer Nostalgic For You

I used to look back with fond memories
of when you and I dated back then
I’d sit and look through your letters
and photos of us over and over again

But one day somethin’ snapped in me
Thinkin’ of you no longer made me feel blue
So darlin’ as you listen to this song
Know I’m no longer nostalgic for you

I’m no longer thinkin’ of your kisses
Or your pretty little porcelain face
Or the way you would hold on to me
in the stands as we’d watch a NASCAR race
I’m no longer wonderin’ where you are
Now you’ve found another good man
I’m no longer nostalgic for you, babe
I’m just lovin’ her the best I can

You used to tell me time and again, girl
That I’d remember us and what we did;
All those passionate nights at the lake house
That time you got pregnant with our kid

You miscarried – We quickly found ourselves
relieved and we decided we were through
Then we both started seeing other people
We both knew we had to find someone new

Now I’m no longer thinkin’ of your kisses
Or your sweet chocolate doe shaped eyes
Or the way you would look at me
as I’d stare up at the star filled sky
You said I was too much of a dreamer
and I’d never make it big with my band
Well, I’m no longer nostalgic for you babe
cause my daughter is my number one fan

And you can go on peacefully knowing
I’ve gotten over you and moved on
So don’t be nostalgic for me babe
What we had is now dead and gone

No honey, don’t be nostalgic for me
What we had is now dead and gone

November 16, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Blues, Inspired by People, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Piano Song, Relationships, Wistful, Women, Young Love

Not So Wise

She’s as hot as biscuits on Sunday mornin’
but she can be colder than a witches tit
And when I put my right hand in her left one
It feels like a worn-in leather baseball mitt

And when I look into those turquoise eyes
There’s a whole world in there to explore
Just when I think I’ve got her figured out
She does somethin’ she’s never done before

Chorus:
Her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps her delicate issues
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

She can be as stubborn as a donkey on a trail
or as easygoing as a surfer girl on a beach
And when her soft wet lips are touchin’ mine
Everything I’ll ever need’s in my reach

And when she whispers the sweet words
I’ve been waiting all of my life to hear
What I’ve been quietly feelin’ in my soul
becomes so obvious, so crystal clear

Chorus:
Yet her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps a lot hidden inside
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

November 4, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Blues, Inspired by a Place, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Piano Song, Wistful

The Regular

Well, I’m a regular at the Lucca Grill
Where I order the same thing every week
A Ham and Pineapple Calzone & a Coke
And they listen to me even when I’m bleak

I don’t have many friends around anymore
My ex-wife took the kids away from me
So I go there to check in & shoot the breeze
And they always test my long term memory

What was it like in the old days here old man?
They ask me and I always answer honestly
It was not like it is now – it was much better
It’s where I wish I was stuck for eternity
The people were much friendlier and open
It was so much fun, everyone had so much class
We all respected the older Gentlemen and Ladies
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

And I see the happiness in their smoky eyes
As they listen to me with interest and intent
Before you know it, I’m there until supper time
And I wonder where all the time went

And I go home to feed my beagle Theodore
I sit down and ponder all the things I said
After my supper from a cardboard box,
I put on my PJ’s, then slowly climb into bed

And I think about those Spring weekends
We’d spend up in Chicago at the nightclubs
We’d dance the Lindy and East Coast Swing
How I deeply miss that ol’ pal of mine Buzz
We’d stay up and talk about random things
Maybe swap a few lies about this and that
Back when ladies wore fancy dresses daily
And I’d be dressed to the nines with a hat

So whenever you see me at the Lucca Grill
Come on over to my table, we’ll have a drink
I’d love to know more about you all
How you’re doing and what you feel & think

Maybe I could be of use to you as I listen
To your stories & what’s going on with you
I’m pretty good at figuring out solutions
And there’s not much else now I can do

What was it like in the old days here old man?
You’ll ask me and I’ll always answer honestly
It was not like it is now – it was much better
It’s where I wish I was stuck for eternity
The people were much friendlier and open
It was so much fun, everyone had so much class
We all respected the older Gentlemen and Ladies
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

We all respected each other’s hopes and dreams
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

October 30, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Love, Lyrics, Naughty, No Music Yet, Relationships, Rites of Passage

Parents’ Home Date

The popcorn’s made, it’s in a white plastic bowl
It’s a home date, he’s gotta keep it under control
He’s gotta show her he cares, but stay kinda cool
but she’s already changed into a suit for the pool
He picked out a movie, she wants to go swimmin’
She’s flirty like a lot of older attractive women
He wonders if he’s too square ‘n he’s not her style
But somethin’ sparks inside him when she smiles

Her parents are out of town, it’s the perfect chance
for her to see if this guy is up for a horizontal dance
He knows a gentleman would likely take a stance
that he should focus on love, not a fast romance

He says he cares for her, he wants to take it slow
She says she’s in love with him ‘n lets him know
She’s not gonna bite him, or hurt his eager heart
Yet it’s not like they promised ’til death do they part
and he says OK, he changed into his tight swimsuit
In the meantime, she references a bamboo flute
He’s nervous as hell, ’cause her game is on fleek
Her arms are around his neck ‘n she kisses his cheek

Her lips are crimson ‘n soft now as they’re kissing hard
They’re getting hot ‘n heavy, maybe going too far
She’s really excited, purrin’ like a sports car
Lickin’ his chest ‘n neck, like he’s her ice cream bar

It kinda scares him a little, she’s so forward ‘n fun
She’s really experienced, yet he’s the chosen one
She could be with anyone, she’s the foxy kind
‘n he’s telling himself inside she’s out of her mind
Then they hear a familiar car pull up in the drive
It’s the scariest moment he’s had in his teenage life
But he isn’t stopping ‘n neither will she
It’s over before they know it ‘n they’re home free

They opened the front door, he went out the back gate
They say she should come inside, it’s getting so late
He texts her a message, he’ll pick her up around eight
‘n she’s thinking she’s found her long-lasting soulmate

She’s thinking she’s found
her long-lasting soulmate
on their passionate,
not so innocent,
sexy, fun-filled,
secret parents’ home date

September 18, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Growing Up, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Relationships, Women

Mama He’s Not Right

Well, I got off early from my dead end job
And I headed to my girl’s parents’ place
And they didn’t hear me let myself in
I heard her sister state her case

Saying,
Mama, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
I heard he gets drunk and high
Don’t you turn a blind eye
Don’t let her out of the house tonight
Mama he may be polite
But I’ve heard sis and him fight
His beater car is a pigsty
I think he only has a clip on tie
Ohhhh, Mama, he’s not right

So I quietly let myself out
And I went to the local pub
It was Thirsty Thursday
I was ready for beers n grub

Sure enough, there she was
My girl and some biker dude
She said “Oh he’s just a friend”
And “You’ve ruined my mood”

And I said
Baby, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
He’s already drunk and high
He’s givin’ me the stink eye
Don’t go home with him tonight
Baby, he don’t look polite
And he sure wants to fight
His home is likely a pigsty
He likely don’t own a tie
Ohhhh baby, he’s not right

Then I found myself in a big pickle
One that forever changed my life
I was gonna have to alter things
If I was gonna attract a potential wife

So she’d say
Mama, he’s just so right
He’s a bit flawed but good guy
He doesn’t get drunk or high
In fact he has an artistic eye
And she’d be home every night
We’d make up after each fight
Even if our place was a pigsty
And I had a few nice ties
I’m sick of them sayin’
That I ain’t right

I wanna be that good man
Whose wife is hugging tight
And when we’re under the sheets
We’d explode like fireworks & dynomite

And she’ll say
Mama, you’re wrong,
For me, he’s very, very right.

August 15, 2018

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