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| Lyric Credits: |
Chris Gantry, Jon Roniger and Sam Cooper |
| Music Credits: |
Chris Gantry, Jon Roniger and Sam Cooper |
| Producer Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Publisher Credits: |
Studio 33 Music/Chris Gantry Music/Roniger Music/Jericat Music |
| Performance Credits: |
Hank Vecheechio--vocal and guitar |
| Label Credits: |
Red Heart Records |
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Short Song Description:
What it's like to be a struggling songwriter in Nashville...
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| Song Length |
4:01 |
| Primary Genre |
Country-General |
| Tempo / Feel |
- |
| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Luck/Coincidence |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Frustration |
| Mood 1 |
Amiable |
| Similar Artist 1 |
Kris Kristofferson |
| Language |
English |
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LEE ANN WOMACK TRUCK
music and words by Chris Gantry, Jon Roniger and Sam Cooper © 2010
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com
I'm eatin' at the Nashville Kid Hard Rock Café,
My Taylor Swift ham sandwich tastes swell,
Munchin' on juicy Kelly dill Pickler,
I'm thinkin' about my songs that I can't sell.
I know I ain't as Faron Young as I used to be,
And I done spent all my Johnny Cash.
I had to sell my pappy's old Dierks Bentley.
I've been tryin' for forty years to write a smash.
I'm gonna set George Strait and wrassle him into a full Willie Nelson,
And if he tries to get away, I'll out run him, and I'll Hal Ketchum.
If he don't cut my songs, I'm gonna drown him in my Ernest Tubb,
And then I'll drag him outside and run him over in my Lee Ann Womack truck.
Livin' on Glen Campbell soup and Terri Clark bars,
Sleepin' in my Minnie Pearl Van Zant.
Playin' for Gary Nichols and dimes on lower Broadway,
Hell, I could write great songs they say I can't.
Ah, the new stuff sounds like Rascal Flatt-ulation,
It's all Toby Keith Urban renewal.
While they're all counting their money up on Faith Hill,
Down here, they're kickin' me in the family Buddy Jewells.
I'm gonna set George Strait and wrassle him into a full Willie Nelson,
And if he tries to get away, I'll out run him, and I'll Hal Ketchum.
If he don't cut my songs, I'm gonna drown him in my Ernest Tubb,
And then I'll drag him outside and run him over in my Lee Ann Womack truck.
When I win song of the Yearwood, just for Kix when I'm Dunn gittin' my award,
I'll strip Bobby Bare nekkid on the stage and flip 'em all the Tracy Byrd!
Cause I set George Strait and wrassled him into a full Willie Nelson,
When he tried to get away, I'll out runned him, and I'll Hal Ketch'd 'im.
That boy didn't cut my songs, so I drowned him in my Ernest Tubb,
And then I'll drugged him outside and runned him over in my Lee Ann Womack truck.
Ah, now it's Crystal Gayle clear, they slapped the Roy Acuff's on me,
Cause I done runned him over with my Lee Ann Womack truck.
...Hey, that's a good song there, boy...
I could make you a Krist-offer, son, that you can't refuse.
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