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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 first single of my solo music project serves as my response to many of the assumptions people made about me after I shared my story of leaving the Christian faith.

Believe Me

Chase Mathew Everything He Couldn’t slowed version

Summer Heat

Pop it, lock it, polka dot it
Country fivin', hip hop hip
Put your hawk in the sky, move side to side
Jump to the left, stick it, glide
Zig zag 'cross the floor
Shuffle in diagonal
When the drum hits hands on your hips
One-footed 180 twist
And then a zig zag, step'n, slide
Lean in left to clap, three times
Shake it out, head to toe
Throw it all together, that's how we roll

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LINKS

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Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
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LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

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

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/