Well i been up and down the road all day
Leaving behind the dusty trail
That be my life
I need to moosy on
I need a new place to call my own
I've been around
I've been up and down,
all around the town,
The sky and the ground
I need me a place,
i can call me own.
I want to drink a beer,
i want to ride a horse,
Of course,
Walking down the neighborhood,
with my good dog,
he spots a squirrel and he starts to bark,
i ask him,
hey stop that would you and he does'nt even stop,
i carry on a walking and he catches me up,
he's a big ol mutt,who's carrying that here squirrell's nut,
i tell him to a drop and he a rolls
i tell him to sit and he starts to growl,
that dog spot of mine don't wanna listen,
that's fine by me because he's trouble,
my own trouble, and not my only one,
Roaming round now in the cold rain
my dog sitting at home while i am out,
i need me some gas if i am ever gonna make it to work,
On my route to the station i hear a pop,
to my surprise my tyre has gone,
i stop and hop right outta my truck,
i go to the back and pull a spare out of my trunk,
to my surprise once again,once more,
i forget the tool that helps me fit the tyre,
adding it onto my list of troubles,
and a few hours later i emerge home,
my list worries me so,
its as long as to and fro,
its no surprise it's as a big as a foot,
i hear a knock on my trailer door,
when i get up to see what's foor,
emerging from my door comes my ex wife and she's dropping bottles on the floor,
why it's the sasquatch of my neighborhood,
the wife i used to love,
the one i gave up everything for,
and she stabbed me in my heart,
what can i do,
i asked of her,
and she stared back at me still,
i said it louder to which she pulled out a shrew,
its been living in her shoe of all things,
why i do not know,
it's the last place i'd ever live if i were a shrew,
the squatch a asks what have i been up to,
to which i say listing all the troubles i have like when i said i do,
she laughs at me hysterically,
while i stood a still,
watching an anaconda slither round her heel,
she felt the slippery serpent soon as it reached her waist,
of which she thought she hid the jackpot and was being gropped in her place,
i said to spot stay,
he barked and barked to which disturbed the snake,
the snake bit the squatch and the two went running away,
you see my list of troubles aint all bad,
when they see to eachothers deeds,
i tolled you of whom i am,and where i been,
now i gotta go, but you stay cool as beans.
this has truly been a good day for me.
Written by Scott Jones 23/6/18 3:43am
Written forcefully i felt because i really wanted to try and write a country song but i realised how bad i was struggling in the process and tried to make it funny and here it is.
