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| Ten Thousand Motels |
I know everyone hates Tim Mcgraw but wtf. If there's a better set of lyrics on A Bigger Bang than I'll eat my hat.
Every friday night there’s a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
Got old hank cranking way up loud
Got coolers in the back
Tailgates down
There’s a big fire burnin’ but don’t be alarmed
It’s just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
Ed’s been on the tractor ain’t seen becky all week
Somebody said they seen ’em heading down to the creek
Farmer johnson’s daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows how to grow ’em if ya know what I mean
Old dave’s gettin’ loud but he don’t mean no harm
We’re just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
You can have a lot of fun in a new york minute
But there’s some things you can’t do inside those city limits
Ain’t no closing time
Ain’t no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
Well you can come as you are
There ain’t no dress code
Just some rural route rules that you need to know
Don’t mess with the bull
He can get real mean
Don’t forget to shut the gate
Stay out of the beans
If it starts to rainin’ will just head to the barn
We’re country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
You can have a lot of fun in a new york minute
But there’s some things you can’t do inside those city limits
Ain’t no closing time
Ain’t no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
Ain’t no closing time
Ain’t no cover charge
Just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
Oh let’s get down y’all
Stay out of that hay
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| gimmekeef |
I always stay out of the hay! |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
Yes, she blew through the door like TNT,
Put her hand on her hip, pointed a finger at me.
Said: "I'm a whiskey drinkin', cowboy chasin', helluva time.
"I like Kenny, Keith, Allan and Patsy Cline.
"I'm a full grown Queen Bee lookin' for honey.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the band took a break,
The DJ played P Diddy.
She said: "I didn't come here to hear,
"Somethin' thumpin' from the city."
Said: "I, I shaved my legs, I paid my money.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the bartender yelled:"Y'all, it's closin' time."
She got this wild look on her face,
An' said: "Your truck or mine,
"I know a place down the road,
"It's kinda funky.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, all out in the country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Instrumental break.
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country."
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| FPM C10 |
Oh YEAH??? That there song don't mention anyone's MAMA, so it ain't all THAT.
And that there Quickdraw McGraw ain't got nuthin' on my main man Toby Keith.
Check it bleeds!
*****
American Girls and American Guys
We’ll always stand up and salute
We’ll always recognize
When we see Old Glory Flying
There’s a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.
Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin’ in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July
Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shakin’ her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringin’ her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
`Cause we`ll put a boot in your ass
It`s the American way
Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shakin’ her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringin’ her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
I don't see the connection between a great Tim Mcgraw song and Toby Keith's knee-jerk patriotic song. Plus I don't think Toby Keith is as much of an asshole as he's made out to be. I guess my main point is that American C&W music is as cool as British Rock. Same flag. But the southern boys know how to party. That's why the lyrics are so good.
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
Well, I liked 'em. |
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| FPM C10 |
Oh. Sorry. Thought you were kidding.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
And you think that the lyrics on A Bigger Bank will NOT be as good as that...?
Well, I think they WILL!
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| polksalad69 |
quote:
Ten Thousand Motels wrote:
I guess my main point is that American C&W music is as cool as British Rock. Same flag. But the southern boys know how to party. That's why the lyrics are so good.
They both suck then, or at least mainstream C&W.
Watson Dale - Country My Ass
He ain't even near twenty, but he says he's seen plenty of hard times,
'Cause he's been on his bus for five days and in his hotel for five nights.
And his satellite dish is broke and the new band is treatin' him mean. (Yeah, I know.)
And there's still another week to go: he misses that karaoke machine.
Hey, that's country, my ass,
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit.
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em, stick it up high,
Where the sun don't shine.
Get pissed, an'get mad,
'cause that's country, my ass.
Now, she's out there too, she's got her own secrets too. (Shhhh, don't tell nobody.)
She can't sing a lick and in a bucket, she couldn't carry her tunes. (Now wait a minute.)
She's pretty as a picture and she sure got a nice set of...wits. (Yeah.)
And she misses her producer slash boyfriend who seduced her, er produced her a hit.
Hey, that's country, my ass,
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit.
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em stick it up high,
Where the sun don't shine.
Get pissed, an'get mad,
Tell 'em that's country, my ass.
Instrumental break.
Now don't get me wrong, to each his own I believe.
But they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me.
'Cause I can see Hank and Lefty, they're spinning around in their graves.
And if they were here now, I think y'all know what they'd say. (Don't you?)
(What they'd say?)
Country, my ass,
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit.
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em stick it up high,
Where the sun don't shine.
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass.
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass.
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| FPM C10 |
Ever hear Robbie Fulks?
I love THAT guy.
Fuck This Town
Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993
'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees
So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically.
Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong
Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumbass songs
But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long
So, fuck this town...fuck this town
Fuck it end-to-end, fuck it up and down
Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a cut, so
Fuck this town.
Hey, this ain't country-western!
It's just soft-rock feminist crap!
And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the days of Ronnie Milsap
Now they can't stop the flood of assholes: there ain't a big enough ASCAP.
Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49
But Nashville don't need that noise, no,
Nashville'll do just fine
As long as there's a moron market
And a faggot in a hat to sign.
Fuck this town! Fuck this town!
Fuck...this...town.
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| polksalad69 |
funny thing is I've never seen Robbie at his own gig. only with others (Dale Watson, Bill Kirchin, Country Calender show...)
here's one of Robbie and his wife
http://community.webshots.com/photo/104749646/227076200XFFbXr
Robbie and Bill
http://community.webshots.com/photo/80184115/80215059VxXUTc |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
quote:
FPM C10 wrote:
And you think that the lyrics on A Bigger Bang will NOT be as good as that...?
Well, I think they WILL!
We'll see. It won't be long now.
(Plus I think that Faith Hill looks better than L'wren Scott.)
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