Old man Grimes wisely told me one time
To never use orange when making a rhyme.
He also said to always, no…wait it was never
To write something crass unless it was clever.
And while I don’t think this can be called bad or “R” rated
I’d feel better if this disclaimer is stated
For those weak of stomach I will gladfully cater
Click somewhere else now and I’ll catch you a bit later.
But now the Real County Music lyric o' the day:
(I’ll put it up now so you can read it sans delay)
I got an alimony payment that's six weeks overdue
I got caught with a truck of bootleg outta state booze
I hocked my wife's diamond ring last June
Bought me an outboard Evinrude
But other than that we ain't nothin Just good ol boys
Anyway...
This past Sunday I went and heard the preacher man.
And in a good mood I left with the clan.
I put the boy in the car and got in to drive
When through my nostrils a smell did arrive.
Now when you have children, you immediately think
That a diaper well-soiled is the source of the stink
I said not yet knowing… “What's that thing in the air?”
If I’m not mistaken…it has the stench of the fair.
Then with dread I turned over my shoe
My fears were then confirmed and I knew
While I had gone to church (and listened) instead of taking a nap
The Lord didn’t see to save my sneaker from a huge piece of crap.
