English Songs

Yeah, it was too small, it was too slowI needed somewhere with more lanes on the roadsSo, I packed up, got the heck out of dodgeFound me a town with more colors than camouflage Yeah, I got what I wanted, but it ain’t homeThe grass ain’t greener where grass don’t grow So, I’m heading back […]

It’s been a fifty-hour week, and countin’Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin’Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sinkWhat’s it gonna take to fix two leaks?Couple hundred bucks each and countin’ I know, I said, one more two hours ago andI know, I said, by this

He was sittin’ on a bar stool, drinkin’ Bud heavyAt a tabletop after workDidn’t have to ask his name ’cause I knew it alreadyIt was right there on his shirtRight under that “No Smoking” sign, he lit up a cigaretteHe looked down at that new jukebox, took a sip and shook his headAnd then he

Every time that first warm breeze blows in, I think about itI can almost smell that salt in the windWonderin’ if your number’s still the sameHey girl, I doubt itI haven’t called it since God knows whenSince moonlight on the shorelineHeart with my name next to yoursSome memories stick around like white sand in the

Hey, RoseWho put thorns around your heart so nobody else would ever get too close?Hey, RoseDid somebody start a fire just to put it out and leave you in the smoke?Did the one who came before me come along and steal the glory from your soul?Hey, Rose You’re the kind of growin’ wild that don’t

Jessie’s a mechanic, his mother-in-law’s a manicHis new wife’s in a panic, sayin’, “When you comin’ home?”Danny drives a tractor, left it in the pastureBosses gettin’ madder ’cause he won’t pick up the phoneMight not be an ivy league Einstein crowdBut when it comes to Friday night, man, we got it figured out When the

Soon as your taillights pulled out of my driveI thought, “Hell, what am I gonna do?”I spent a few nights with this broke heart of mineTrying to lonely my way over youThought I’d give drowning your memory a tryI found what I needed in these neon lights Friends on the jukebox and friends wall to

I’ve sent a dozen text and I ain’t heard jackI guess she’s busy playin’ hard to get backSo I bought roses and her favorite wineThinkin’ we’d be makin’ up in no timeBut I’m parked out here on her streetLooks like the joke’s on me Sittin’ here, I can’t believe what I just sawCouple shadows kissin’

She takes off, she comes backHow many times have I seen her do that?Eyes roll, tires spinI can tell you how the story ends Every time she says goodbyeThere’s a little more gravel flyin’ outta that driveEvery time she slams that doorIt’s a little more louder than the time beforeShe’s my right now, but there

(Ooh, SAV killed it)AhhhWhat up, Mike? AlrightImma Percocet popperNigga, you know what the fuck I do30’s, 15’s, 20’s, 10’s, 7.5’s, niggaAnd we drinking real Wock Imma Percocet popper, Morton Grove sipperTen thou’ in ones, I’m a titty bar tipperHow you gon’ rob us and we got six AR’s with usWe got a .308, call this