Shes a gone back to whorin thats what I heardShes somewhere snorin With some old rich birdYou know the things that I gave her must a got kinda borinLast that I heard she done gone back to whorinShes a gone back to whorin this aint her first rodeoShes makin a fortune screwin dudes she dont knowI asked her she told me darling its my jobTo suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and suck the corn off the cobShe done gone back to whorin this aint her first timeI got some but lovin but Im down to my last dimeShe looked like an angel but my lifes a wreckId go from hell straight to heaven if shed just take a checkShes gone back to whorin shes a good girlShe got fish-net hoes and too much jerry curlI miss here when Im lonesome when Im horny really badShe aint to cheap lord but shes the best that Ive had

Id like to shoot you in the assWith a BB GunLay there in the tall grass andLaugh at what I donePut a bloody blister upon each bunId like to shoot you in the assWith a BB Gun!Id like to rub your toothbrushOn a sick monkeys buttGive your home phone numberTo a perverted nut...Ill tell everybody whatYou really weighAnd just for fun Id like to shootYou in the ass with a BB Gun

(Spoken)You know what time it is?I dont know what time it isWhat time is it?(Yells)Its Time For the Chicken Song. All Right(Sings)A chicken wakes up to a new world everyday. Far as theChickens concerned everythings A-OK. A chicken dontWorry about nothing but clucking and ____ eggs todayAnd dont worry much about that. Cause what the farmerDont snatch before she can hatch the weasel gonna stealThem anyway. A chicken wakes up to a new world everydayYou reckin a chicken ever finds herself fret boutGetin old and ugly and fat I know a chickens kindaDim but im going out on a limb and I say a chickensSmarther than that. Hell a chickens just happy beinOne of them chickens that aint one of them chickens thatNever pop. You know a chicken knows half of being happyIts just being happy with what you got. another half ofBeing happys being happy no matter whatPeople life is short times a-tickin

Is standin in the mornin rain outside that NorfolkSouthern YardRollin dice like a train the wind was blowin hardIm down twenty to the devilHell I hope hell take a checkIll kiss his ass til I get level then Ill break hisNeckI have drank from the cup of your soul like there aintNo tomorrowI was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweetWine of sorrowAh theres things a man can do to himself where his ownParents dont recognize his faceAnd theres things he does to everybody else that evenTrue love cant eraseAnd you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin to understandWhen you figure it out you realize its yourSelfishness between you and the promised landI have drank from the cup of your soul like there aintNo tomorrowI been cursed from the first with a thirst for thatSweet wine of sorrowHallelujah Id trade anything I can beg steal or borrowI was cursed from the first with a thirst for thatSweet wine of sorrowNow Im shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes thatThey broughtWhen you were swollen with my baby and your daddyBought that shotgun when we got caughtAnd now there aint much that matters and to tell the truth I still dont understandSo I think Ill go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damnI have drank from the cup of your soul like there aintNo tomorrowI been cursed from the first with a thirst for thatSweet wine of sorrowHallelujah Id trade anything I can beg steal or borrowI was cursed from the first with a thirst for thatSweet wine of sorrowBaby Is cursed from the first with a thirst for thatSweet wine of sorrow

Well I’m a counterman at the Auto Zone store in Birmingham AlabamaWe got everything from a to z some miscellaneous and what have yaI got the parts to fix all the parts of cars that makeem all blow smokeBut I aint got the part for the part of my heart that woman of mine just brokeWell I’m a counterman and is a countin on her just to stay with me the rest of my lifeIs crazy for wishin that blond beautician would settle down and be my wifeId bet a set of plugs shes powdered up and painted dancin holes in her high heelsCause shes purty as a cherry 57 Chevy and smooth as an OldsmobileI even talked to the Fram Air filter man about makin her miss DecemberOn the calendar for the customers and distributors and vendorsWell my mama said itd probably go to her head and hell I guess my mama was rightCause I’m puttin cashews in my coat shes at the burgundy room tonightWell I’m a counterman and is a countin on her just to stay with me the rest of my lifeIs crazy for wishin that blond beautician would settle down and be my wifeId bet a set of plugs shes powdered up and painted dancin holes in her high heelsCause shes purty as a cherry 57 Chevy and smooth as an Oldsmobile

Ooh-wee-ooh sweet thang.How bout just a little poontang.Ooh-wee-ooh sweet thang.How bout a little poontang.She said a little poontang thats where its at Id like a little one too mines as big as a hat.Ooh-wee-ooh sweet thang How bout a little poontang.I took a look said darlins that what you got. She said this aint orange powder and water and you aint no astronaut.This aint no breakfast drink kinda thing.Youre goin to the moon real soon with a real poontang brother So I said should I aksed her? And Knoxville said hell yeah aksed her So I says darlin can I smell your poontang She said why no So I says well it must be your socks

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Q: Fryin Bacon Nekkid

Lovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidWoah you tempt me darlin then you torture meLovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidAnd thats a how I feel when you get through with meLord ya think Id know youd think Id learnA man falls in love a man is going to get burnedAll I asked from you is this solemn pledgeOh you can burn the bacon but please dont scorch the sausageLovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidWoah you tempt me darlin then you torture meLovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidAnd a how I feel when you get through with meWhat made God put thorns on a rose?Hes got his reasons I supposeWhat makes a woman....wanna put her manLike cold fat back in ayyy hot fryin pan?Lovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidWoah you tempt me darlin then you torture meLovin you is like fryin bacon nekkidAnd that.s a how I feel when you get through with meSweet LouisBaby thats a how I feel when you get through meYodlee hee hoo!

Q: Party in My Pants

Theres a party in my pants and youre invitedA big fiesta in my trousers and Im excitedIm so happy my lil cupcake and I cant hide itTheres a party in my pants and youre invitedIm sick and tired of being sad and broke an bustedIm takin leave of my troubles todayI never think you dont wanna get shatteredBut tonight were gonna roll the blues awayTheres a party in my pants and youre invitedA big fiesta in my trousers and Im excitedIm so happy my lil cupcake and I cant hide itTheres a party in my pants and youre invited!If youre tired of knock knock jokes and conversationCrank up the radio and kill the vibeAnd lets get on with this celebrationWere gonna party in my britches tonightOh Theres a party in my pants and youre invitedA big fiesta in my trousers and Im excitedIm so happy my lil cupcake and I cant hide itTheres a party in my pants and youre invited!Theres a party in my pants an youre invited

Q: Sometimes I Dont Know If Ill Make It

[Chorus]Sometimes I dont know if Ill make itSometimes I wished I could walk awaySometimes I dont know if Ill make it throughBut you know Im gonna do it anyway[Verse 1]Got a guitar and a heart thats been brokenA sorry gig and borrowed cigarettesA song I wrote for them jokers out there tokinAnd a cherry master chokin mean old Knoxville half to death[Chorus]Oh sometimes I dont know if Ill make itSometimes I wished I could walk awaySometimes I dont know if Ill make it throughHell you know Im gonna do it anyway[Verse 2]Got a Jezebel and a hotel for shelterA Jag Ive been draggin round for daysAnd a big mouth that had to go and tell herWhat her big mouth momma told her anyway[Chorus]Yeah sometimes I dont know if Ill make itSometimes I wished I could walk awaySometimes I dont know if Ill make it throughWell you know were gonna do it anyway[Chorus]Yeah sometimes I dont know if Ill make itSometimes I wished I could walk awaySometimes I dont know if Ill make it throughWell you know were gonna do it anyway

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Artist- Marissa Nadler

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The waves rush against the folds of my face As I start to drown The waves rush against the folds of my face As I start to drown Oh, Virginia Virgina, Virginia Die In winter the water Will wash [?] the waterside In winter the water Will wash [?] the waterside Oh, Virginia Virgina, Virginia Die Wi ...

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