Dolly Parton

Just a wee little tune about finding love abroad online

90 Day Fiancé

Valentina’s Eyes

I’m A Baby Since My Baby Went Away

Real Bohemian

Victory Lounge

Prison Break

Snowflakes melt on Christmas Day
And lonely boys are not okay
An incel looks at Christmas 

Jingle Bells for family men
How I wish I was one of them
An incel looks at Christmas 

Santa Claus
The natural laws
Of selection won’t get me through the night 
Santa please
Deliver a girl to me
Who can help me make the spirits bright

The fireplace is cold and bare
I’ve got no one to join me there
An incel looks at Christmas 

Another year comes to an end
And me without a special friend
An incel looks at Christmas

Santa Claus
The natural laws
Of selection won’t get me through the night 
Santa please
Deliver a girl to me
Who can help me make the spirits bright

Santa grant this one request
I’m a desperate man under duress 
An incel looks at Christmas 
An incel looks at Christmas

An Incel Looks At Christmas

An April day, like all the rest
No angry words or odd requests
No strange expressions to decode
The day you hit the road

The paper boy tossed us the news
Our drunken neighbor sang the blues
The grass was green and freshly mowed
The day you hit the road

I’ve mulled it over, retraced my steps
But everything leaves me perplexed
Was it the way I put you down
The nights that I would mess around
I wish someone would come explain
How laughing when your love’s in pain
Could constitute sufficient grounds
To vanish somewhere out of town
Don’t it seem
A touch extreme
Just because I trampled on your
dreams

No note to help me understand
Why you turned your back on all our plans
What made you leave, I’ll never know
The day you hit the road
The day you hit the road

The Day You Hit The Road

I like it when the dive bars only keep two beers on tap
I like classic cars and gangster flicks and worn down baseball caps
I’m a little bit old fashioned but I keeps up with the news
I got the American Legion Post 7 Blues

I don’t like what I’m seeing if you wanna know the truth
They are feeding lies to children to corrupt this country’s youth
And I gotta lot to say about opposing points of view
I got the American legion post 7 blues

Before you take to casting stones, consider what I say
Even undergraduates can get set in their ways
This isn’t my first rodeo, I’ve seen a thing or two
I got the American Legion Post 7 Blues

Bridge:
In my neck of the woods we stand up straight
Pledge allegiance to the continental states
Respect the flag, honor the dead
Say your prayers and bow your head
There’s dignity among the reprobates


Dreaming of the good old days when the kind of thing you heard
Was music you could dance to and make out all the words
Now the jukebox is a stranger and I’m missing my old crew
I got the American legion post 7 blues

This world’s a psycho killer and it’s chomping at the bit
And recovery ain’t nothing but a bourbon tourniquet
If you don’t believe me, go walk a mile in my shoes
I got the American Legion post 7 blues

American Legion Post 7 Blues

It’s nothing short of anguish, every second this goes on
I’ll sanctify my efforts and attempt to right the wrongs
After everything that’s happened, a change is overdue 
I’d cut off my picking hand if it would prove my love is true 

Chorus:
I’d cut off my picking hand if it would prove my love is true 
You could bury me alive and I’d still crawl back to you 
Don’t let me lie alone here, cause I just won’t make it through 
I’d cut off my picking hand if it would prove my love is true

My head feels far too heavy to be propped up by guitars 
They sent my heart for processing at the local abattoir 
I’m bleeding out weird colors but I’m feeling awfully blue
I’d cut off my picking hand if it would prove my love was true 

Chorus

Bridge:
Every time we fight it’s like 
a bullet to the brain
The sky goes black, 
the mountains fold, 
it all goes down the drain
I been digging in my heels
When I should be on my knees 
Hoping I’m redeemed
Come tomorrow

Transgressions get forgiven, but they seldom get forgot 
And all your fears can rise up like a midnight juggernaut
But baby you should know that I’d do anything for you
I’d cut off my picking hand if it would prove my love is true 

Chorus

I’d Cut Off My Picking Hand If It Would Prove My Love Is True

Vultures waiting for a plate
Circling the interstate
My tread’s worn down beyond repair
I’m a broke down Chevy with no spare

And Jesus won’t yah tell me true
What the hell did I ever do to you?
Guess there ain’t no heaven after all
All My dreams died with the power ball

Black clouds in my glass of beer
Thunderstorms between my ears
Put the last 6 months on my tab-
Alert the doctor, call a cab

And reruns still feel new to me
When I see them on Hotel TVs
But Thinking bout her only hurts my pride
She left me standing at the kiss and ride

And the flunky pawn shop infidels
Have stolen all that they can sell
But me I bet it all on one bad hand
Guess you could say things didn’t go as planned

James von Lenz

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