Song Lyrics from Shotgun Wedding

Shotgun Wedding

by Spence Foscue

Ever since that day you told me you were mine,

I hear your daddy’s heavy breathing on the party line.

Got to watch where this is heading. Might be a shotgun wedding.

 

When you call me late at night, I’m not too sure of my thoughts.

Wanna try to get to you, pretty baby, without getting caught.

You know you couldn’t be finer. Let’s go to South Carolina.

 

Shotgun wedding. You look so good all dressed in white.

Shotgun wedding. In our rental limousine on our wedding night.

Shotgun wedding. Mama never said it would be like this.

Now you’re married to me, baby, before our first kiss.

 

Maybe this is just excitement or maybe this is fear.

Your daddy’s hairy arm around my shoulder; tobacco breath in my ear.

Yes, your daddy likes his Skol. And he don’t believe in gun control.

 

Refrain

 

Now we have the same name in the society news.

I could have stayed a carefree man with nothing to lose.

But with that gun against my spine, I gave my Sunday shoes a shine.

 

Refrain

S.O.S.

by Steve Esthimer

My girlfriend says she’s mine; she tells me that’s no lie.

But how come the guys, all over town, they call her “Sweetie Pie”?

 

It’s the same old stuff. It’s the same old stuff.

It’s the same old stuff, and I ain’t gonna listen any more.

             

My neighbor comes and says, he wants to borrow my new truck,

But he’ll bring it back all banged up and say “It’s just bad luck”

 

Refrain

 

My boss likes the way I work, because I work long days,

But every day, for five years now, she’s been promising me a raise.

 

Refrain

 

Same old stuff. Same old stuff. Same old stuff.

 

The President he says, “We’ve got to go to war!”

But the reasons he gives for four long years, they ain’t gonna work no more.

 

Refrain

Cruise Control

by Tom Cole

You think you make your own decisions.

You think that you can hesitate.

You handicapped your guardian angel

When you gave hostages to Fate.

 

He’ll send a drifter for your daughter,

Exotic dancer for your son.

He’ll take away your pension money,

And you won’t be the only one.

 

I wish my middle name was Valentino.

I wish I was top dog on the totem pole.

I wish I was still living in the fast lane.

I feel like I’m locked down in cruise control.

 

I’d like to ride my bike to Murphy.

I’d like to take up welding too.

I’d like to watch the game on Sunday,

And take my children to the zoo.

 

I got to make some more decisions.

I want to write a new hit song.

I’d like to stop and smell the roses,

I can’t stop trying to get along.

 

Refrain

 

Valentino’s life was complicated.

It’s lonesome at the top of the totem pole.

You can’t do too much living in the fast lane.

I think I’ll lock it down in cruise control.

I think I’ll lock it down in cruise control.

Night to Remember

by Spence Foscue

I want to listen to the voice of reason.

I know it’s somewhere inside my brain.

But all I hear is the hammer in my head

Pounding out a hard refrain.

Well, I must have been out late last night

Doing the things that heaven forbids.

 

It must have been a night to remember

’Cause I’ve forgotten everything I did.

 

Well, you might think a man like me

Would know the meaning of “last call, please.”

I’d like to say a little prayer for remission,

But I might not get off of my knees.

Well, I’d look up above for some heavenly love,

But who am I trying to kid.

It must have been a night to remember

’Cause I’ve forgotten everything I did.

 

Lord, help me remember what I did and where I’ve been.

Wait a minute.  I might not want to know.

Want you help me find a friend to put me back

on the wagon and show the horse where to go.

 

Maybe one more night is all that I need

To settle down and start livin’ right.

Put me in a car and take me down to a bar

And let me start just one more fight.

Well occifer please, I’m down on my knees.

Show me the row where I’m bound to skid.

 

It must have been a night to remember

’Cause I’ve forgotten everything I did.

 

Refrain

I Don't Wear Gucci Suits

by Steve Esthimer

I don’t wear Gucci suits, and my T-shirts come in threes.

My shoes are fixed with duct tape; I wear pants sewn by Chinese.

I don’t send clothes to the cleaners; no wash, starch, ’n ’ fold each week.

When I find some time, I’ll wash them at the laundromat down the street.

 

So I sniff my socks and boxers; if they’re not ripe, I’m good to go.

I can wear ’em for another week, and not smell like a buffalo.

 

I drink milk out of the carton, drive my car ’til the gas goes to “E.”

Don’t have cable or a computer, just a black-and-white TV.

I cook spaghetti by the gallon, put a week’s worth up in the fridge.

If it’s not green by Tuesday, I’ll eat it all ‘n’ not leave a smidge.

 

And I sniff my socks and boxers; if they’re not ripe, I’m good to go.

I can wear ’em for another week, and not smell like an old hobo.

 

My car tires are all baldies, but they get me where I’m goin’.

Its paint job turned all rusty, and the engine makes a groan.

My clothes come from the thrift shop, they look fine and some even fit.

I cut my hair with old dog clippers and shave with a safety razor kit.

 

I still sniff my socks and boxers; if they’re not ripe, I’m good to go.

I can wear ’em for another week, and not smell like trash day in Tokyo.

 

Now you might say I’m a cheapskate; go ahead, I’ve got thick skin.

You can say all you want, I won’t care; just don’t call me “feminine.”

My beer comes in quart bottles, I buy SlimJims by the gross.

I party ’til I drop and then some, or at least ’til I’m comatose.

 

But when I wake, I sniff my socks and boxers; if they’re not ripe, I’m good to go.

I can wear ’em for the rest of the week, and not smell like old fish roe.

Just Like New York City

by Jimmy Dickerson

Your red baggy eyes and stubble chin face.
Your whiskey breath and your human race.

And it’s just like New York City.

It’s just like New York Town.
It’s just like New York City.

And it’s just like New York,
Just like New York, just like New York Town.

Your bag lady mama and trash can meals,
Cardboard apartment with newspaper seals,
Grand canyon alleyway and dust bowl stare,
Parched cracked lips and greasy matted hair.

Refrain

A barking dog and a chain link fence.
Your neighbor speaks, and it doesn’t make sense.
Limousines cruise along a back street.
Money talks when you can’t afford to eat.

Refrain

One More Night

by Charles Blackburn

We’re wrong for each other. We both got new lovers.
In my heart, I know we’re through. But with your sexy ways,

I’d trade all my days for one more night with you.

Now, I know you think I’m only feelin’ sad and lonely. 
Give credit where credit is due. It won’t disrupt God’s plan.

Honey, lemme die a happy man. Gimme one more night with you.

One more night.  One more night.  One more night. 
What harm would it do? One more night by fire light. 
Gimme one more night with you.

Now it ain’t against the law if we rub each other raw 
And do it till we’re black and blue. How many ways can we go?

Let’s put it on video. Gimme one more night with you.

Refrain

I know you think I’m only feelin’ sad and lonely. 
Give credit where credit is due. It won’t disrupt God’s plan.

Honey, lemme die a happy man. Gimme one more night with you.

Refrain

Friendly Fire

by Spence Foscue

Cousin Jimmy took me riding on the back of his John Deere

In the sun under Carolina skies so clear.

We worked tobacco all summer long.

It seemed like nothing could ever go wrong.

 

We packed the barns ’til they sagged with the weight.

Washed gum off our hands while the evenings grew late.

Jimmy played an old guitar, and I would blow my harp.

When it rained, we’d sit up under a leaky old tarp.

 

That fall the letter came, and Jimmy walked kind of slow.

We knew the war was coming, and it was time for him to go.

Something about a fight in a place called Viet Nam.

Jimmy said “I got to go, so it don’t mean a damn.”

 

That spring my aunt Jean held the news in her hand.

The words were cold and plain but our hearts couldn’t understand.

Jimmy had been killed by something called friendly fire.

It was just a few lines on a Western Union wire.

 

Friendly fire. They call it friendly fire.

 

The years pass by and Jimmy’s face is harder to see.

But I still hear his guitar playing inside of me.

The fields ain’t plowed, and the weeds grow tall.

All I have left now is Jimmy’s name on that wall.

 

Friendly fire. They call it friendly fire.

Friendly fire. They call it friendly fire.

Another Level

by Tom Cole

We used to hang around and do stuff.

Talk about your problems.

At first I was interested,

But now I can’t stay awake.

 

Been a long time

But that’s OK.

It’s really too bad.

Prob’ly my fault.

I took it to another level.

 

We used to talk all the time.

Lots of things to talk about.

One night on the couch…

After that, I never called you.

 

We got too close.

I pulled way back

Made a big mistake.

It’s too late now…

We took it to another level.

 

Hey, how ya doin’?

Come by the house.

Don’t be a stranger.

Call me some time.

 

Hey, how ya doin’?

Come by the house.

Don’t be a stranger.

Call me some time…

We’ll take it to another level.

Another level…

Another level…

Rock 'n' Rye

by Steve Esthimer

When I was a little boy, and I ever got real sick,

My mama know what to do. She had a simple trick.

She’d get some rye whiskey and a little hard rock candy.

Mix ’em up so I could sip ’m up, ’til I felt fine and dandy.

 

She’d give me rock ’n’ rye.  (Mix ’em both up.)

She’d give me rock ’n’ rye. (Put ’em in a cup.)

She’d give me rock ’n’ rye. (Sip it all night.)

It was rock candy and rye  (Made me feel all right)

 

Now I’n not a little boy, I almost never get the flu.

But when I’m sick, I’ve got the cure. I know just what to do.

I use my mama’s recipe for the aches and pains and cough.

Just sip that amber liquid ’til the ailment wears right off.

 

Refrain

 

Now they say that prevention is better than the cure.

But if the ’scrip’s for rye whiskey, it’s a cure I can endure.

An apple a day will keep the doctor away.

So why not try a whiskey a day to keep your ills at bay?

 

Refrain

 

So now you know my secret to a life of happy health.

Prevention is easy now and doesn’t tax my wealth.

You don’t need a doctor, no drugs, no HMO.

Just a whiskey jar, a candy bag, and, man, you’re good to go.

 

Refrain

Bad Side of Your Love

by Spence Foscue

It’s late at night, and I’m sneaking into our house.

Creeping down the hall, quiet like a mouse.

Turn the knob slowly, fear is in my hand,

Wrapping around me like a tight wedding band.

 

Don’t wanna get on the bad side, don’t wanna get on the bad side,

Don’t wanna get on the bad side of your love.

 

There’s a fella on a motorcycle circling the block.

I’m ducking down low in the front seat, watching the clock.

When you gonna get home, baby, and turn on the light.

I’m out here gripping the wheel ’til my knuckles turn white.

 

Refrain

 

Call off your love, baby can’t you see. I can’t turn around; it might be gaining on me.

Don’t wanna get on the bad side of your love.

 

All my friends say I’m crazy waiting and hoping for you.

I’d get my palms read if I thought it would come true.

My mind is made up, but my heart is a mess.

Get out the bullwhip, baby, I want to confess.

 

Refrain

Swing That Possum

by Steve Esthimer

Fell outa bed about quarter past five.

My wife was asleep, I felt more dead than alive.

But I went to the door, let the dogs in the yard.

All for a joke, make me hoist with my petard.

 

I had to swing that possum. I had to swing that possum.

I had to swing that possum, ’Cause I didn’t want to lose my arm.

 

See I’m a practical joker, and I just couldn’t wait.

If I got to work early, it would work out great.

Get there at six and lay out the props.

My buddies would think the place was crawlin’ with cops.

 

Refrain

 

So I was standin’ in the kitchen, I didn’t have long.

When the dogs started barkin’, I knew somethin’s wrong.

I had to get out there, there was no time to lose.

But I wasn’t dressed, no nothin’, no shoes.

 

Refrain

 

Now I’m out in the yard with the dogs and I’m cussin’.

They’ve got something cornered, and I see it’s a possum.

“Get back!”, I’m yellin’, but the dogs want him dead.

That’s when I grabbed that possum, pulled him over my head.

 

Refrain

 

The dogs go berserk, and they start to yelp.

I’m naked, it’s cold, and I need some help.

I run for the fence to let the possum go free,

But he grabs my hand, and that’s when I see…

 

Refrain

 

Now I’m yellin’ and swingin’ and he let’s go of my hand.

Dogs think it’s a game; it musta seemed so grand.

They jump on my legs, up my left and my right.

That’s when my neighbor turns on his back porch light.

 

And sees me swing that possum.  Sees me swing that possum.

Sees me swing that possum, and then he goes to call the cops.

Quiero Mas Dinero

by Tom Cole

Yo soy trabajando.

They pay me Saturday.

Me pagarse buen dinero.

I get my take-home pay.

 

Then I give it to the landlord.

I give it to the bank.

I give it to the Mastercard.

I put it in the tank.

 

Quiero mas dinero.

You say “Porque?”

Quiero mas dinero.

So I can give it all away.

 

I give it to the PTA.

I pay the grocery bill.

I give it to the Toys R Us

To give my kids a thrill.

 

To keep me out of trouble,

I give the rest to my wife.

She says she’ll keep it safe for me.

I’ll see it in the afterlife.

 

Refrain

 

I give it to the Blue Cross.

I give it to the Red Cross.

I give it to the Good Hands.

I give it to the pension plan.

 

I give it to Sierra Club.

I give it to the Habitat.

I put it in the lottery.

Got no dinero left after that.

 

Quiero mas dinero.

You say “Porque?”

Quiero mas dinero.

So I can give it all away.

 

©2007 When Cousins Marry