Day to day songwriting vomit
You know that song Amanda wrote the lyrics to, and I arranged into some music? Well, she asked me to not record it a couple months ago. But I think I'm going to use some of the tune for whatever this turns out to be. Lord, give me a chorus for these verses, which are nearing rigamarole status.
George spent his life like
he was being chased by a bull
They say the Lord saw to it
his mistakes were paid in full
He kept his hand on a bottle
His shotgun on the shelf
Half of what a man should be
And always faithful to himself
In a bar outside of town
On a rainy April night
He beat up another man
Within an inch of his life
And he fell into the custody
Of ol’ deputy McClain
And he fell to chippin’ rocks
For the county's chain gang
After three years or so
They had to cut him loose
He left with his things
on his back like a papoose
By and by the next day
He wandered into town
Saw a few people he knew
But they all seemed to frown
A man called him over
Asked to shine his shoes
“You gotta polish the backs of em
‘less you wanna look uncouth.”
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