Country Songs
Stuck in a bottle
Stuck in a bottle
A bottle in Mexico.
One more drink of
That Jose Cuervo.
Stuck in a bottle
This worm is my friend.
Stuck in a bottle
No telling when it will end.
I came down here
to escape the grind.
Toes in the sand,
feeling mighty mighty fine.
I don't wanna go back
To the cold and the snow...
I think I'll start a new life,
and see how it goes.
Stuck in a bottle
A bottle in Mexico
one more drink of that
Jose Cuervo.
Stuck in a bottle
This worm is my friend
Yah I'm stuck in a bottle
No telling when this will end.
I love the senior Rita's....
sipping on their margaritas ..
There’s a hole in my Adidas....
That lets in the mosquitoes...(dam)
But I don't care...
Cause ..I'm stuck in a bottle
A bottle to Mexico
one more drink of that Jose Cuervo.
Stuck in a bottle
a bottle Mexico
one more drink of that Jose Cuervo
Yah one more drink of that Jose
(gold nectar from the Gods Cuervo)
yeah.........IM STUCK…
11-18-93
Cowboy song
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
Out on the trail
Riding hard every day
Getting the herd home
We quietly pray
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
The beauty of this land
Reaches far and wide
The tumble weeds
Test us alerting our eyes
For this is a country
That the lord won’t let go
Bears and coyotes still run the show
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
Out on the trail
Riding hard every day
Getting the herd home
We quitly pray
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
A cowboy song
Around the camp fire
A pretty girl eyes
Filled with desire
On a horse named Canyon
A race to the wire
There’s gold in them hills
And streets full of liars
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
Out on the trail
Riding hard every day
Getting the herd home
We quitly pray
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
High in the tree top
Hangs a full moon
Lighting the way
We’ll be home soon
Guitar strings strung out
It won’t stay in tune
Cowboys and coyotes
Peacefully croon
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
Out on the trail
Riding hard every day
Getting the herd home
We quitly pray
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
Getting the herd home
Yippy yo yippy yi
Yippy yodel kiyay
MWL 5-17-20
Tumble weed Willie
Well tumble weed willie
Was a tumbling along
Strumming his guitar
And singing his songs
Singing about money
Treasures lost at sea
Singing about the powers that be…
Well Willie was once
a distinguished man
He was a lawyer
from east Birmingham
Then one day
To his surprise
He fell deeply
Into her eyes
He was in love his spirit ran free
He’s about to meet the powers that be…
Her name was Marie
She came from the east
He was the beggar
And she was the feast
He loved her so much
he drove his friends away
But everybody knew
there would come the day
He was standing to close to see
He came home early to find the powers that be…
Ya see Marie was always sweet on Jim
Everyone knew she had a thing for him
Willie came home early with roses in hand
And what his eyes saw his heart could not understand
He turned without a sound
His heart painfully pounds
He went to the den to retrieve his gun
He felt such a fool
She was his only one
Willie went back into the room
He was gonna kill them
That bed would be there tomb
He pressed the revolver on Jim’s head
Marie screamed it startled Willie
And no blood was shed
Like a bad dream he looked into her eyes
He held back the tears then realized…….
It was time to go it was time to move on
Time for tumble weed Willie to tumble along
Willie left that day
Drove his car all the way
To a place deep in New Mexico
That’s where he stayed
That’s were made his home
On the desert is where he would forever roam
Tumble weed Willie just tumbling along
Playing his guitar and singing his songs
Singing about lost love
A girl named Marie
Singing about the powers
The powers that be...
Singing about lost love
A girl named Marie
Singing about the powers
The powers that be...
MWL 6-22-93
Redneck holy grail
I got my Chevy truck
And my Brooks and Dunn
I’m a blue-collar baller
And a carpenter’s son
I got a county girl
She is my world
We salute the red white and blue
And take pride in-our guns
We respect our elders
We always tip our hats
Well-mannered gentlemen
Ain’t no shame in that
Built on tradition
That’s tried and true
Treat others like you’d like
them to treat you
I served my county
No, I’ll never kneel
It’s getting crazy out there
All the godless fools squeal
Setting fire to city’s
Watching them burn
Destroying all our history
Will they ever learn
There coming for Jesus
And John Whane
I shake my head
They’ve gone beyond insane
There are two things
That will let the hounds of war wale
When you go messing
With red neck holy grail
I served my county
No, I’ll never kneel
It’s getting crazy out there
All the godless fools squeal
Setting fire to city’s
Watching them burn
Destroying all our history
Will they ever learn
There coming for Jesus
And John Whane
I shake my head
They’ve gone beyond insane
There are two things
That will let the hounds of war wale
When you go messing
With red neck holy grail
I got my Chevy truck
And my Brooks and Dunn
I’m a blue-collar baller
And a carpenter’s son
I got a county girl
She is my world
We salute the red white and blue
And take pride in-our guns
We respect our elders
We always tip our hats
Well-mannered gentlemen
Ain’t no shame in that
Built on tradition
That’s tried and true
Treat others like you’d like
them to treat you
There are two things
That will let the hounds of war wale
When you go messing
With red neck holy grail
There are two things
That will let the hounds of war wale
When you go messing
With red neck holy grail
There are two things
That will let the hounds of war wale
When you go messing
With red neck holy grail
MWL 7-8-20
