Original Music by Michael Sean Perry. Album #3

Self Made Fool

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

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/