Jacob Phillip Meyers
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}
My name’s Jacob Phillip Meyers and I come from Arkansas
Saving Souls is my trade
In the summer of 1863 I joined with the 2nd Infantry
I fought for my life in them rolling hills
The war between the states for me it weren’t about Slavery
But money changing hands on both sides of the flag
The Meyers Clan we worked our own land
That’s the way it’s been since I don’t know when
God willing that’s the way it will always be

{c: Chorus}
This old broke down preacher is a survivor you see
I’ve got many a murdered man waiting in the afterlife for me

{c: Verse}
Got a dead aim shot in my right eye
I filled um Aunt Minnie’s stews and pies
With every little critter unlucky enough to cross my path
It was this alacrity that attracted the sergeant’s attention to me
And Damned my soul for the deeds I have done
What some folks call murder you see
Just became shooting uniforms to me
Stack those boys as high as I’m tall
Fighting in the mud and the blood and the guts
marching in the cold and the wind and the rain
Sleeping on the ground and eating what ain’t even food

{c: Bridge}
Some call me a traitor others say I’m a hero
Got a medal they pinned on my chest but I deserve the gallows pole
So I’ll wander this wide open land
Bible and a pistol in my hands

{c: Verse}
Ain’t nothing good war taught me
Killing men that’s on their knees then
Burning everything they had to the ground
Living life for Jesus Christ
Is the best that I can do
And pray that of the time I have left 
The worst of it is through

{c: Chorus}
This old broke down preacher is a survivor you see
I’ve got many a murdered man waiting in the afterlife for me

Jacob Phillip Meyers

I Ain’t The Best There Is
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Chorus}
I ain’t the best there is but I’ll do till he gets here
Don’t you know I’d do a whole lot better
If you’d spot me a couple beers
I’ve learned that showing up is the first step to
Getting things right
I know what want but I got what
I got and I’m here with you tonight

{c: Verse 1:}
Stepped into this Roadhouse I know just off highway 441
To play a Friday night show
Get drunk and have a little fun
They said “Play some Skynyrd and Hank
With that old Country tone
Here in this Honky Tonk boys
You’d better take us back home”

There’s just a few songs I know
Most of them are sweet and slow
Up on that stage tonight I’ll have y’all feeling alright

{c: Chorus}

I ain’t the best there is but I’ll do till he gets here
Don’t you know I’d do a whole lot better
If you’d bought me a couple beers
I’ve learned that showing up is the first step to
Getting things right
I know what want but I got what
I got and I’m here with you tonight


{c: Verse 2:}
Went to see my woman last week
The gal I call my main squeeze
She give me love when I want
I don’t mind being taught she is a friend to me
She says “love me like a Cowboy can
Give me the very best you’ve got
Get you lasso and your boots
Let’s spend the night all tied up in knots

There’s just a few tricks I know
Most of them are sweet and slow
Do my best to rock your world
Gave you feeling like you’re my only girl

{c: Chorus}
I ain’t the [G]best there is but I’ll do till he gets here
Don’t you know I’d do a whole lot better
if you gave me a couple beers
I’ve learned that showing up is the first step to
getting things right
I know what you want but I got what
I got and I’m here with you tonight

{c: Verse 3:}
I make a little money on the side
Riding bulls and holding on for my life
But this Saturday night’s got me on asteer
By the name of Broken Bones
”Ride ‘em now Cowboy!” show us
Where you come from
You got eight seconds to show us what you’re made of

There’s just a few cows I know
Most of them are sweet and slow
Up in the arena tonight
Gonna ride this old boy into the ight

{c: Chorus}
I ain’t the best there is but I’ll do till he gets here
Don’t you know I’d do a whole lot better
if I threw back a couple beers
I’ve learned that showing up is the first step to
Getting things right
I know what you want but I got what
I got and I’m here with you tonight

I Ain't The Best There Is

A Clown About Town
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry
{c: Intro}

{c: Verse}
I make my living jumping into barrels
Making a fool for crowds and the fiercest of animals
That’d like nothing more than to see the color of my blood

My bones every morning say to me
The same thing as the bulls every time I see ‘em
You ain’t long for this trade boy find something else

So I got this band plays three nights a week
We play my songs and a few others to please
The crowds that show up to drink, dance and get loud

I got this girl in San Antone
Hooked on her love like a puppy to the bone
Breaks me up every time I have to ramble on

If I could sell some songs I’d buy some land
Settle down start living like a good man
And quit this life of peril and certain doom

Lickin’ my wounds and drinkin’ in the day
Pull a good check but got hell to pay
We got another two shows this week then it’s up to Amarillo

{c: Chorus}
Just a Clown About Town and I ain’t backing down
Making my way through this hard knock world

At night I’m playing music for the crowds
In the day I’m getting knocked around
Coming to a town near you

{c: Verse}

So during a show the other night
Started up one hell of a fight
Between two ole boys named “Jim” and a gal named “Sue”

First there was shoving and just a spilled brew
Till Sue says “Stop it Jim I love you”
Then punches started flying when both Jims answered back the [A]same!

Well Jim throws a haymaker a split second late
It misses Jim but hits Bob in the face
and well Ole Jimbob and having no one beating on his friends

About that time someone threw a chair
Into the crowd that was dancing there
as all hell broke loose the drummer’s yelling
“don’t stop the song!”

There was scratching and biting gouging and kicking
Sue’s in there yelling screaming and bitchin’
Then original Jim got knocked on his butt in front of the stage

Well I knew the band had a four count break
Coming up the next verse and I could take
This opportunity to spread some peace throughout Texas

So I counted “1 2 3 4”
And hit Jim in the back of the head with my guitar
And knocked his dumb ass out colder than a prairie night


{c: Chorus}
Just a Clown About Town and I ain’t backing down
Making my way through this hard knock world

Everybody gets an ass whoopin’ sometime
at least I pick when I’m getting mine
Coming to a town near you

{c: Verse}

So the crowd yells “winner! winner! chicken dinner!”
Turns up their glass, goes back to sinnin’
And we all got a happy ending coming just around the bend

Lo and behold out in that crowd
Was a publishing man who was looking around
For an ole boy who could write him a song or two

He said “if you can write ‘em like you been living
You and me boy we gonna make a killing”
I assumed the gentleman meant this figuratively

I said “If I were you and you were me
We still wouldn’t know nothing about being free
But making a good living is as close as an honest man gets”

So I moved in with my girl in San Antone
I wrote some hit songs might have heard them on your phone
Enjoying her loving and I ain’t broke a bone since May

{c: Chorus}
Just a Clown About Town and I ain’t backing down
Making my way through this hard knock world

At night I’m lovin’ on my girl
In the day I’m trying to change the world
Staying in this town near you
I’m staying in this town near you

Clown About Town

Fat Back Woman
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
[I’ve seen mudflaps flapping in the driving rain
Played Cat In A Croaker Sack time and again
Caught playin hot potato with all my lady neighbors
Got a gal in every town from here to Tuscaloosa
Ever since I’ve known her they ain’t got nothing on her
Fat Back Woman Lord…[Ab]meat on the [Bb]bone
I hate to see her leave but I love to watch her go

{c: Verse 2:}
Baby’s Rolly Poley ain’t never lonely
Cause Mikey Likes it round and tight fit
That honey roll this hungry dog is bound to bite it
Looking like two puppies playing underneath a denim blanket
Ever since I’ve known her ain’t got nothing on her
Fat back woman Lord… [Ab]meat on the [Bb]bone
I hate to see her leave but I love to watch her go

{c: SOLO}

I hate to see her leave but I love to watch her go





Fat Back Woman

BLUES IS BLOOD	
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry


I stand in close to hear your words , I catch your scent ;
Mountain Laurel Mist, Peach Blossom Style
Loosen Your scarf, Tilt Touch Kiss
How your beauty gets inside of my head
No matter where I live it chases me down.
Whether, or not we’re together, You’ve still got another Lover. 
I forgive you, Please Forget me and Move On!
------------
Blues Is Blood For my empty Heart, Blues Is Blood For my Empty Heart
------------
An Old Blues Song, Notes bent too long, fills my bleeding heart, 
With your warm Southern Charm. 
The best last reason to feel Good, Hast to be the shared time I had with You.
--------------
Blues Is Blood For my empty Heart, Blues Is Blood For my Empty Heart
----------


Blues Is Blood

Every Woman

A Spanish Fly On Designer Jeans
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

Sink in the cotton and slide into my hand
Wrap your folds around me
My love I know where you stand

Breathe in my ear 
Loud call my name
I know we’ve done this before
With you it’s never twice the same

Dropped your picture
Stayed left outside for days
Forgive me my Queen 
Getting over you in a drawn out way

Yes I am and I feel bad

Early comes the morn
Bright is the noon
Hot are my nights when waking with you 

So sink in the cotton and slide into my hand
Gone is my fight
Spilled is my light in you

Dropped your picture
Stayed left outside for days
Forgive me my Queen 
Getting over you in a drawn out way

Yes I am and I feel bad


A Spanish Fly On Designer Jeans

New Car
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

Bought a new car today
Couldn’t give the old one away
The sun is warm outside
C’mon we’re going for a ride

In my home by the sea
The windows catch the ocean breeze
It’s been 12 long years
Since I’ve known real pain
Lost in my world of sound
I didn’t notice that you’re not around anymore
How did it get this bad?
At one time I was worth your love

Into a bar I went
Only one dollar I spent
Then two, three and four
Pillow my friend the bathroom floor

There must be an easier way
Where to find it, I sure as hell don’t know
Just afraid to go home to find
That you don’t love me anymore

Oooh! She’s all alone
And so are you
With her spend some time
Before the game is through

How did it get this bad?
At one time I was worth your love

New Car

Friend
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

A new look took place today
The beginning of the end my friend
Sold the Walter’s place today
A new stamp on an old land

You see I define my heart this way
By the measure of what I create
I vend for all to eat
What I do with the hands he gave

Talkin’ about a friend of mine
Talkin’ about my family
Dressed up in blankets 
We go looking for a place to eat

The wind blows hard out here
Nothing turns green in this sand
Only fumes push my truck
Across what used to be great farmland

You hide your fear from me
Your tear from me 
You try and fail
I read my young wife like a book in just one look

Tell me how can a man put a stamp on a land without seeing it
You work hard on your own ain’t that the way it’s supposed to be

Train leaves for the West
They say at 8 we stow away

A sharp knock at your door and a surprise
Take us in, please my friend, you know who sends



Friend

Good Firewood
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry


{c: Verse 1:}
Was a tree down in Rabun Georgia
With our names carved in the bark
Was a place in my home
Where for months your love warmed my heart
Now it’s all burned to ashes
And left me sitting here in the dark

{c: Verse 2:}
Your love is so costly
But those cold nights come for free
Paid in full for every good feeling
Lover it wasn’t meant to be
One nickel left to my name
It’s staying right here with me

{c: Verse 3:}
You’ve been around a thousand times
You been so bad you had to change your name
Saw you down at the Pickin’ Parlor
On a mountain man feeling no shame
I got an axe to grind I am getting mine
Before I lay down in my grave

{c: Verse 4:}
Was a tree down in Rabun Georgia
With our names carved in the bark
Was a place in my home
Where for months your love warmed my heart
All the love we put to carving that tree babe
It’s keeping my cold feet so warm

Good Firewood

Brown Sugar
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry


{c: Verse 1:}
Mix it up in my coffee put a spoonful in my tea
Sprinkle your love on my tongue babe and make a sweet man out of me
My Brown Sugar Tell you it tastes better in the raw

{c: Verse 2:}
She puts it in her cookie, she puts some in her pie
She knows I can’t help it, her sweet stuff she has to hide
Morning noon and night I got my hand in the cookie jar all the time

{c: Verse 3:}
I work in a factory, making refined sugar all day
That ole clock whistle sets me on my way
Hurry home awaiting fun you know it tastes best on her sticky buns

{c: Verse 4:}
Go to church every Sunday and on my knees I pray
Lord life’s been good so far just don’t take my sugar away
Beg forgiveness for all my sins can’t tell by the wideners of my grin

{c: Verse 5:}
Now you’ve heard of my sugar hope you have one too
If not then don’t get caught cause I ain’t giving mine to you
She’s my Brown Sugar Tell you it tastes better in the raw

Brown Sugar

The Old Farm Waltz
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry
{c: Verse 1:}
The ladies in waiting I see as they dance across the floor
When they come into view I compare them to you
And look away still wanting more

{c: Verse 2:}
I’ve danced with every lady n sight
I can’t look away from you all night
If my you choose I can’t refuse
To dance this old farm waltz

{c: Verse 3:}
The floor is all dusty inside
The barn is lit by a single light
But somehow your beauty it does not hide
Tonight at this Old Farm Waltz

{c: Chorus}
So Dance please this waltz with me and give your heart away
I’m a stranger in town and I won’t be ]around
For tomorrow I go on my way

{c: Verse 4:}
Don’t look away when you catch my eye
Your smile is all that I need
This dance I’ll miss as you give me your kiss
Tonight at this Old Farm Waltz

{c: Chorus}
So Dance please this waltz with me and give your heart away
I’m a stranger in town and I won’t be around
For tomorrow I go on my way

Old Farm Waltz

No Good Rounder
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
I’ve got ten miles to go on a nine mile track
Woke up this mornin’ crossed paths with a black cat
Been waiting for a train with a dog that’s got no name
Skipping town and running out ain’t done at the same pace
I’m a liquor fueled nomad traveling by Blues Caravan
No Good Rounder anyone can see!

{c: Verse 2:}
Moonshine lightning strikes a steam engine howler
Rolling through a dust bowl cloud blowing a tumbling desert flower
Had a quart bottle of whiskey laid back with a game of dice
Strange woman on my knee loving this rounder life
Her old man in my face sayin “stop pawing on my woman, son!”
Can’t knock him out and and know I can’t run

{c: Verse 3:}
I wish I was a headlight on a Southbound train
Sitting in that Jailhouse calling out
”Boss! you got the wrong man!”
Had a blade on my leg and a Zip Gun by my snake
Shot my way out that shitty joint where I made my last mistake
Got a law man chasing got her old man chasin’ me
And I just dropped a dime on my best friend
I’m a liquor fueled nomad traveling by Blues Caravan
No Good Rounder anyone can see! 

No Good Rounder

The Blues Has a Bad Name
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}
No ones hoppin’ frieght trains no more
Running from hell hounds on the trail
No shotgun shack shakin’ Nobody down black cat bone breakin’
All the rounders are stayin’ home
The Blues ain’t nothin but bad luck
A broke down’s all I have luck and a good man feeling down
I’m too poor to pay attention to pop songs and easy listening
Been this way for oh so long!

{c: Bridge}
[Out in the storm smokin’ to stay warm
Streets echo [D]down with a[E] club sound
Got a band up on the stage
Y’all come on in out the[E] rain

{c: Chorus}
If you play it like a game the Blues Has A Bad Name

You boys are playin it way too loud
Rhythm without the Blues again

I’ll tell y’all it’s a shame the Blues Has A Bad Name

{c: Verse}
No one’s getting shot in Memphis
By a jealous man with a nickel plated .44, drunk on that ripple wine
No downtown rounders shootin’ dice watching the shift of each other’s eyes
Pull Tab’s the only game in town

No zoot suit pimp bitch slap rappin’
Walking the streets with his watch chain tappin’
Now you just tap a picture on your phone

I got my reasons I’m fuckin’ round
Instead of layin flat on rock bottom ground
Lord knows that I’m a Blues Man!

You can’t have the Blues without the pain
That high lonesome sound ain’t the same

{c: Chorus}
If you play it like a game the Blues Has A Bad Name

You boys are playin it way too fast
Rhythm without the Blues again

I’ll tell y’all it’s a shame the Blues Has A Bad Name

The Blues Has A Bad Name

Try It Out On Me
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

When I walk through the streets of our hometown
I sense you’re at every crossway
Like a feeling’s been stitched in me each Spring
The mountains bloom and the air smells like you

Blowing through downtown
Pushing Winter’s leaves aside 
Everywhere around here just reminds me of
The places that you’ve been 
My friend I miss you
Missed my chance during that dance to kiss you
There ain’t no time in a short life for regret

I know you don’t live around here anymore
Though everyone sure remembers you
Saw y’all went and sold your momma’s store
Heard you married and moved to Durham
Had two daughters with him
Bet they’re growing up blonde and tall
With pretty green eyes like you
Seems you’re not married anymore
You did your best and now you’re through
If your broken heart will set, your love life ain’t over yet

Try it out on me
Love’s meant to be
Done tried your best before, now you are free
Try it out on me
It’s clear to see
Now is the right time for our love to be

My home ain’t where it used to be
Though somehow I feel my heart still is
Even though there are three states in between
Every chance I get I’ll drive to see you
And bring my Brindle Dog along
Someday you’ll meet my sons
I will tell them back when your dad was young
She was the one that got away
Boys life is funny
Every day is a new chance to be happy


Try it out on me
Love’s meant to be
Done tried your best before, now you are free
Try it out on me
It’s clear to see
Now is the right time for our love to be

There ain’t no time in a short life for regrets

Try It Out On Me

Rehillbillitation
Song Lyrics by Michael Sean Perry
{c: Intro}

{c: Verse}
The big city she’s been nice to me
Got me a job and my face on TV
But most the time I’m trying to trying to figure out
What all these city boys are talking about
There ain’t no footballs in my fantasies
Lyin’ in a hammock with some sweet iced tea
Need to get back to where I come from
So’s I can unwind and have a little fun 

{c: Chorus}
Re-hill-bill-i-tation
They call me William from the hills of the Cherokee Nation
Need a Pine top purification under mountain moonlight 

{c: Verse}
Had no good luck with the girls around here
Despite my manners and my homebrewed beer
With country cooking and my Stetson Hat
I ain’t impressing city girls like that
Need a Country fried love affair
Like I can have with my girl up there
Don’t want to spend another winter alone
Pitching woo at the back of some girls phone 

{c: Chorus}
Re-hill-bill-i-tation
Going to have to Dodge the Ramifications
Say “goodbye” to urban gentrification
And go on home to see my kin

{c: Verse}
We’re gonna party hillbilly style
Dig a pit and go hog wild
Carolina mustard barbecue
Cousin Earl play his [fiddle for you

{c: Verse}
We all dance and drink and sing along
Might be the last time we sing this song
Homegrown smoke and mulberry wine
And a mountain girl makes this a damn good time 

{c: Chorus}
Re-hill-bill-i-tation
They call me Bill from the hills of the Cherokee Nation
Need a Pine Top Purification under mountain moonlight 

{c: Chorus}
[Re-hill-bill-i-tation
Esse Quam Videriation
Gonna take months long vacation
And go on back home to see my kin

Rehillbillitation

Dooley the Clown
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

Dooley, Dooley the Clown
Up and down always running sound
Two hundred dollars pay me tonight
Or I’ll smack you in the head with the fahkin’ maglight

I went to Cubby’s party and there I got bent
I spent the whole night in mommy’s medicine cabinet
Squeak fahkin’ toot, it’s a giraffe you little shit
Go sit in the corner here’s a light cigarette
Bumps and rails
Which is which?
You got yourself a rail if it’s bigger than your little dick
“Here it’s a giraffe”

Dooley, Dooley the Clown
Up and down always running sound
Two hundred dollars pay me tonight
Or I’ll smack you in the head with the fahkin’ maglight

Cubby’s getting a spanking
When mommy gets back from the store
He saw Dooley scooting mommy across the kitchen floor
4 in the morning, whack it and you’ll sleep
But Cubby’s got to wait till he’s at least 13.

Take down my maglight smack a bum for me
Carry on the tradition little Cubby
Tune up your glass and toast to runin’ sound!
I’ll drink you under the table cause I’m Dooley the Clown!
“Eh tu fah”

Dooley, Dooley the Clown
Up and down always running sound
Two hundred dollars pay me tonight
Or I’ll smack you in the head with the fahkin’ maglight
Because I’m Dooley the Clown

Dooley The Clown

Two Beers and a Hammock
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}
Been working all day under the West Texas Sun
Ain’t even clocked out she’s texting me errands to run
Just want to go home to find peace of mind
Melt away the worries of the day in a bottle with salt and lime

{c: Bridge}
Hon please! blow the leaves off the roof
And clean out the gutters while you’re there
You’ll see the other stuff needs getting done
Up on the Frigidaire
Pressure wash both of the cars and the driveway too
Use the green soap not the blue
And don’t forget to get the leaves out that pool

{c: Chorus}
Give me two beers and a hammock
I deserve a break now damnit
Been working hard all day long and I need to say I’ve had it
A soft net and a long neck are calling out my name
Two Beers and a Hammock Honey and I’m back in the game

{c: Verse}
My work week is so long it is a travesty
Forty hours a week sounds part time to me
Sunday has come it’s my day of rest
Barbecue a roast and watch football on the TV set

{c: Bridge}
Hon please! sweep off the sidewalk
And can you please trim the trees?
Pick the weeds out the flower bed
You’ll have to get on your knees
Mow the lawn and whack the weeds and
Get it done before noon
Not to be a nag but on the mower put the bag
Or you’ll be sweeping up clippings too

{c: Bridge}
Hon please! Take the garbage down to the road
And wash both cars again
Use the green soap this time I’m tired of telling you man!
Sweep off the deck and clean up the hot mess
That your dog left for you
And when you get done instead of having fun
Come back and tell me that you’re through


{c: Chorus}
Give me two beers and a hammock
I deserve a break now damnit
Been working hard all week long and I need to say I’ve had it
A soft net and a long neck are calling out my name
Two Beers and a Hammock Honey and I’m backin the game

Two Beers And A Hammock

Toughest Heart In Town
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
Y’all know I grew up around here
And I know just where to go
To get your old truck repaired or find a fine fishin’ hole
You’ve seen me up on that bar stool a native son and a
self made fool Sipping whiskey and my cold brew
The woman on my arm is my tattoo

{c: Verse 2:}
Y’all know the girl this song is about
Ever since we were back in school
She dated our buddy Jim put a hurtin’ on
Him and left him lickin his wounds
I been rode hard and put up wet
Ain’t found a woman that can break me yet
Hard as the trail in a cowboy song
Lonesome as the coyote who’s howling along

{c: Verse 3:}
Thought I’d try my luck one night
Win a dance with this Cowboy’s Delight
Have her over for a night or two
Find out how she likes her coffee brewed
She stole my records and cashed my paycheck
Since then ain’t one of my friends that she ain’t slept with
Pawned my guns and scratched my guitar
Then went and drove my truck into a fence of barbed wire

{c: Bridge}
With her dangerous curves she’s like an old mountain road
Holding onto the wheel but I want to let go
She’s a blue Jean queen from the old south land
Lucky you and me she’s got a popular brand

{c: Chorus}
Thought I was the king of hearts but I will abdicate my crown
What do y’all say we have another round
Lift up your glass for the toughest heart in town

She’s showing up and going down
Ain’t got no love just playing like a clown
We’re broken up and ain’t hanging around
She ain’t gonna break the Toughest Heart In Town

{c: Verse 4:}
I spend most of my spare time in this old Honky Tonk
They got each beer up on the wall and a neon sign out front
I’m dyed in the wool and cured on the vine
I come in here looking for a damn good time
and so did you
but we’ve all known her and we all got a case of the blues

{c: Bridge}
I’ve been smoking my breakfast and drinking my dinner
Burning out like a candle with its wick in the middle
I need a damn good woman in a real bad way
Not a big bad momma that ain’t gonna stay

{c: Chorus}
Thought I was the king of hearts but I will abdicate my crown
What do y’all say we have another round
Lift up your glass for the toughest heart in town

She’s showing up and going down
Ain’t got no love just playing like a clown
We’re broken up and ain’t hanging around
She ain’t gonna break the Toughest Heart In Town

no no no

She’s showing up and going down
Ain’t got no love just playing like a clown
We’re broken up and ain’t hanging around
She ain’t gonna break the Toughest Heart In this whole damn town

Toughest Heart In Town

Second Chances
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
Someway we will be the Neuvo Riche
Someday sippin’ champagne and eatin’ quiche
I’ll take you places we been wanting to see
Hope you’ll still be there with me
Just a rounder who’s down on his luck
I’ve been drinkin’ baby I ain’t drunk 

{c: Verse 2:}
From our upwardly mobile home
Grew the love we call our own
Sorry I always left you alone
Playin music and gettin stoned
We got some sense between us two
I ain’t a doctor but I went to school
Makin’ a life through the fat and the lean
Livin’ a lonely rounder’s dream

{c: Chorus}
I’ve been to Rome Georgia and Paris Texas
Been wandering round trying to mend my own fences
I’m wondering if you’re into giving cowboys Second Chances
Not trying to sleep in the bed of my truck 

{c: Verse 3:}
I learned my numbers and my letters right
How to play a set of songs all night
I drop the ball but I pick it right up
I go for broke but it just ain’t enough
Someday
Someway 
When I say it may come out all wrong
I know how you love those upbeat songs

{c: Chorus}
I’ve been to Rome Georgia and Paris Texas
Been wandering round trying to mend my own fences
I’m wondering if you’re into giving cowboys Second Chances
Not trying to sleep in the bed of my truck 

{c: Chorus Outro}

I’m asking you to give me a Second Chance
They say everyone deserves it

I know we don’t seem like a good bet
But baby were worth it

Don’t you know that you are my best friend

I’m asking you to give me a Second Chance

Second Chances

Spoils Of Love
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}
Finish the bottle Princess up on Green Witch Hill
Your crumbling drive is not good for long
In matters of love and war to the victor go the spoils
And the right to tell their side of the story
You won a Stetson hat and my all wheel drive
A raincoat and a steel baton with your name etched on the side

{c: Bridge}
There’s a storm that’s coming
It’s going to wash your hill away
You won fair as war is
Think you’re gonna need my stuff one day

{c: Chorus}
Enjoy your spoils of love I’m spoiled for love by you
Hoard your spoils of love up on Green Witch Hill

{c: Verse}
I have never been thrown like this before
Every morning I [rise up to lift my heart up off the floor
I’m finally feeling like I’m myself again
Realized you’re nothing but a small town common gem
Who Peaked in High School and life had nowhere to go but down
Just a Twisted Princess of your hill in that small town

{c: Bridge}
There’s a storm that’s coming
It’s going to wash your hill away
You won fair as war is
Think you’re gonna need my stuff one day

{c: Chorus}
Enjoy your spoils of love I’m spoiled for love by you
Hoard your spoils of love up on Green Witch Hill

Spoils Of Love

Helluva Heartache
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
Oh I’ve got some news I got around to kickin’ those Blues
Ain’t walking around no more staring at my boots
Ain’t spending all my time  thinking on what went wrong
There’s too much work to do And work’s starting at dawn

{c: Verse 2:}
The cowboy’s all say You’re a lot tougher than you look
That mustang threw you right off her back
And you ain’t even shook
You pick yourself off rock bottom ground like you been there before 
Cowboy’s job is never done and the daylight hours are short

{c: Chorus}
Working on a Helluva Heartache Is this what I got sober for?
Keeping in check the chances that I take 
This ole heart can’t take no more
Working on a Helluva Heartache
This job’s gonna be done one day

{c: Bridge}
Witness sunrise in the in the West Texas Sky
You’ll see glory punching through the darkness of night
I put those old memories upon a shelf
For this corral fence ain’t gonna mend itself

{c: Verse 2:}
Someday I’ll go back home find a gal settle down and cease to roam
Find some work of the kind that don’t hurt my bones
I won’t be spending all my time working under the hot sun
The day my heart is healed and my job here is done


{c: Chorus}
Working on a Helluva [Bm]Heartache Is this what I got sober for?
Keeping in check the chances that I take This ole heart can’t take no more
Working on a Helluva Heartache
This job’s gonna be done one day


Helluva Heartache

Ms.Take
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}
You think you’re so smart
And can do no wrong
Living your best life
No matter who you harm

{c: Bridge}
That’s how I know I [made it
I know I really made it
That’s how I know I made it with you

{c: Chorus}
Ms Take! All that you please
Your pound of flesh from me
Before you go
It’s fake! the love you said you had
You’re a mean ole salty bag
And you know
Ms Take! Is all you’ll ever be
Nothing more to me
Than a song

{c: Chorus}
Ms Take! All that you please
Your pound of flesh from me
Before you go

Ms Take! Is all you’ll ever be
Nothing more to me
Than a song

Ms Take

Pickin’ Dogs
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}
Let me tell y’all about the first time that I saw her
Down by the feed store after church
I never will forget the first time we met
For it is a favorite memory of mine

{c: Verse 2:}
She rode by my side through the Carolinas
All the way down the A1A
Never did a moment of whinin’
When we got back home I knew that she would stay

{c: Bridge}
For as long as I’m alive
Don’t think that ain’t will find
A better friend for me than her

{c: Chorus}
If I had the same luck with women
As I do Pickin’ Dogs
I’d never have my heart broke again
For the rest of my life there by my side
Would be my love and my best friend
If I had the same luck with women
As I do Pickin’ Dogs…. 

{c: Verse 3:}
I’ve know love more often than most men
And Had my heart broke as many times
There’s a door to my heart that can’t be open
But sad ole songs still can make me cry

{c: Verse 4:}
All the men at the barbershop will be sure to tell you
A good dog is a rare thing to find
Get ‘em young, straight from their momma
Treat ‘em good and they’ll be your friend for life


{c: Bridge}
[F]For as long as I’m alive
Don’t [Fm]think that ain’t will find
[C/G]A better friend for [B]me than [Am]her

{c: Chorus}
[F]If I had the same luck with women
As I [G]do Pickin’ Dogs
I’d [C]never have [B]my heart broke [Am]again[G] [F]
For the [Dm]rest of my life [G]there by my side
Would [C/G]be my love [B]and my [Am]best friend
[F]If I had the same luck with women
As I [Fm]do Pickin’ Dogs…

Pickin' Dogs

Leschi
Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

It’s a disguised tale
There’s is a park in downtown that bears your name
It’s a conqueror’s right 
A misplaced name on a sketch drawn face

Crucible for the Yakima Tribes
Too well known not to have put up a fight
We try to know this land
In material progress we take our pride

Leschi, We fought a war and blamed it on you
It’s a conqueror’s right to rewrite the line
Though this thought hardly crosses anyone’s mind

Tahoma’s the same although a different name remains
Native tribes forgive us one time we’ll do it again now

Now I hold myself and I hold you in such high esteem
That I don’t believe the way it reads
The past it means that much to me

Leschi, We fought a war and blamed it on you
It’s a conqueror’s right to rewrite the line
Though this thought hardly crosses anyone’s mind

Leschi

I am a songwriter and musician, a recording artist and engineer. I am the proud father of two sons and a hard day-job working man!
Every song I record is 100% original with me playing nearly all of the instruments.
https://michaelseanperry-songwriter.com/

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