It’s country song day on the blog!!
Here are two songs. Have a great day.
I Tried To Marry Your Wife
I tried to marry your wife
Mighta’ freaked her out a couple different times
Woulda’ read her poems on the phone
But she never picked it up
So, how’d you get her? I swear I’d love to know
Did you swoon her? I took things slow
Do you suffer like I gladly woulda’?
Do you love her like I knew I coulda’?
I prayed and prayed and prayed and lost
I acted like bait but I couldn’t get caught
She never gave me a chance
(Or maybe she did)
How’d you get her, I swear I’d love to know
Did you swoon her? I took things slow
Do you suffer like I gladly woulda’?
Do you love her like I knew I coulda’?
Next time, before my woman marries another man
I’ll think quicker through my situation
And formulate some sorta’ foolproof plan
But you know, I never even kissed her
I had so much I never did deliver
Why when I had her in my trap
Did I have to take a nap?
How’d you get her, I swear I’d love to know
Did you swoon her? I took things slow
Do you suffer like I gladly woulda’?
Do you love her like I knew I coulda’?
My Tractor is Really a Robot
Well, last week when I was in the pasture
Trimmin’ the cornstalk all like normal
I heard some sorta’ beepin’ and some metal rattlin’
I’m tellin’ you the truth man, I ain’t tattlin’
Now, I did me about 3 double takes
That’s 6 shocked looks for Willie-Nelson’s-sake
‘Cuz my crop hauler was standing 30 feet tall
No, I ain’s sniffin’ Ethanol, I know what I saw
My tractor is really a robot
I said, my tractor is really a robot
And my chicken coop might be an alien base
My John Deer wrote a Dear John and flew off into Hyperspace
Now, I’m just a simple man with an innocent farm
But when my subsoiler turned into an arm
My mind came unhitched by what I still can’t believe
Man, this is the kind of news to make a good wife leave
I’m foamin’ at the mouth, this ain’t no tabloid
This ain’t no commercial for no Hasbro toy
Wanna’ know why my tractor went off to fight a war
And are the Autobots waging a battle to destroy the evil forces of-
MY CORN?!?!
My tractor is really a robot
I said, my tractor is really a robot
And my chicken coop might be an alien base
My John Deer wrote a Dear John and flew off into Hyperspace
This ain’t the optimal time, how’m I gonna’ mow?
I wish they woulda’ asked first, or maybe used a clone
Couldn’t they make a guy out of a jeep or a tape?
Instead my sweet tractor’s gone shiftin’ shapes
My tractor is really a robot
I said, my tractor is really a robot
And my chicken coop might be an alien base
My John Deer wrote a Dear John and flew off into Hyperspace
