Till I Can Make It Right
Till I Can Make It Right
Verse:
There’s a bitter truth to lovin, my friend you know it’s true,
When you’re fightin’ with your women,the loser’s gonna be you.
You can claim that you’re a man, that your pants won’t fit her right,
But after all the fussin’s done, you sleep with the dogs at night.
Chorus:
Hey, Blue tick, beagle, old bird dog, move over and make some room,
This country boy’s movin’ in and howlin at the moon.
My womans got a temper I said some things tonight,
We’re gonna be sleepin buddies till I make it right,
Yeah, till I can make it right.
Verse:
Yes mam wasn’t my frame of mind, the crazies were in my head,
Whiskey got hold of my tongue, Jim Beam spoke for me instead.
I lit up all the sticks with him, The pile I’d built for years,
Until that ragin’ flame dies down, I’m stuck with the dogs out here.
Chorus:
Hey, Blue tick, beagle, old bird dog, move over and make some room,
This country boy’s movin’ in and howlin at the moon.
My womans got a temper I said some things tonight,
We’re gonna be sleepin buddies till I make it right,
Yeah, till I can make it right.
Bridge:
She’ll put on a frilly nightie, She’ll warm up our lovin’ bed,
I’m out in this chain link pen, Waitin’ for us dogs to be fed.
I can’t take back those mean ole words, or the way that they were said
I’m scratchin’ ticks and fleas, Makin’ a pile of staw my bed.
Verse:
Darlin’ you know I love you, Can’t you give me one more chance,
I’m askin’ your forgiveness, You can even wear my pants,
I promise whiskey won’t do my talkin, I promise I’ll love you right,
Just get me out of this bunch of hounds, Let me sleep with you tonight.
Chorus:
Hey, Blue tick, beagle, old bird dog, move over and make some room,
This country boy’s movin’ in and howlin at the moon.
My womans got a temper I said some things I shouldn’t tonight,
Now we’re gonna be sleepin buddies till I make it right,
Yeah, till I can make it right.
Outro:
Ahhoooowwww….move over rover….dang, watch where you stick your nose…growl
at me agin and you’re gonna get bit…get away from my bowl of Ole Roy…damn
flea bags….honey come get me outta here….I’m really sorry darlin…Baby, please let me make it right…..
Copyright: 2008, Donald C. Harbour
Oh, this is really funny. I wish I could hear the melody.
smile…smile….nice
Yeah, you can really hear the music here. Well done.
Great song! Love the images and humor.
Is there a melody you have in mind? It really sounds like lyrics to a song. Funny lyrics that put a smile to a woman’s face.
Thanks for the comment Irene. I have not put music to the lyrics although while I write them I have a song in my head so they fit the form. Maybe you can do that?
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