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| Lyric Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Rock Marcello |
| Music Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Rock Marcello |
| Producer Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Publisher Credits: |
JERRICAT MUSIC (SESAC), Rock Marcello |
| Performance Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Label Credits: |
Red Heart Records |
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Short Song Description:
Cheap therapy at the bar.
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Long Song Description:
Some people deserve something for listening to others.
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| Song Length |
3:56 |
| Primary Genre |
Country-Honky Tonk |
| Tempo / Feel |
Unique-Comedy |
| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Philosophy |
| Mood 1 |
Affable |
| Mood 2 |
Sociable |
| Similar Artist 1 |
Toby Keith |
| Similar Artist 2 |
Hank Williams Jr. |
| Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
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YOU LOOK LIKE I NEED A DRINK
words and music by Rock Marcello and Sam Cooper © 2011
rockmarcello@aol.com jericat@yahoo.com
verse
I just love this happy hour atmosphere,
But if you're gonna take the stool beside me,
And lay another sad story on me,
I think I'll need you to buy me another beer...cause...
chorus
You keep telling me about your love life,
You keep complaining, you always want more.
Money, tools, cars and jewels,
The more you talk, the more I'm getting bored.
I just came here for some appetizers,
I'm not in the mood to think.
You look like I need a drink.
Who told you that I was Dear Abby?
When did I start looking like Dr. Phil?
If you're looking for some friendly advice,
I'm gonna need me some bourbon, no ice,
You just talk while I throw 'em back, you know the drill.
chorus
You keep telling me about your love life,
The cost of living ain't what you can afford.
I hear your voice, but listening's tough,
The more you talk, the more I'm getting bored.
You ain't the captain of your ship, you tell me,
It's out to sea and about to sink,
You look like I need a drink.
bridge
I've get up every day myself,
And some days I've gotta go through hell,
And you want me to listen to you?
And that ain't right.
I'll be your best friend till closing time,
But I have to warn you that I'm,
Gonna need to take the edge off,
To help you make it through the night...
final chorus
So keep telling me about the ex-wife,
I guess you think that's what I'm here for.
You don't like this and can't stand that,
In my mind, I'm almost out the door.
I just came here for some good times,
I'm really not a shrink.
You look like I need a drink. (Hey, pour me some more)
You look like I need a drink. (Man, I feel ya need to buy me tequila),
You look like I need a drink.
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