Skip to comments."Your Daddy Was Drunk and Your Mama Was Lonely" - my first country song [mega-vanity]
Posted on 07/31/2014 1:05:12 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
After a great deal of hard work and numerous cuss words I've finally recorded my first song. The song is titled "Your Daddy Was Drunk and Your Mama Was Lonely," and I don't think that I can add much to that. If you like country music, or even if you don't, I'd appreciate if you'd give it a listen and give me your honest opinion. (Yes, I know what I'm in for by saying that, and no, no Butthurt Report Form will be necessary.)
A few quick notes:
1) When I registered with ASCAP "Slings and Arrows" was taken, so I used "Hopalong Ginsberg" instead. (A free virtual lollipop to those who catch the reference.)
2) Yes, I know what my voice sounds like. That's why I'm an aspiring songwriter instead of singer.
3) If you like the song, or even if you don't like the song, you can download the MP3 for free here. Take two, they're small.
4) So that I have an excuse to ping my kitty ping list:
Just going from the title, are you addressing this to either our current President or to one Wm. Clinton?
Ok, for you, I’ll listen. Anyone who runs a kitteh ping list can’t be all bad!
Great art speaks to many people. ;^)
> Ok, for you, Ill listen. Anyone who runs a kitteh ping list cant be all bad!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA...err, I mean “Thank you very much.”
Problem. I can’t tell what the words are saying. Must be my ears, as others are “getting” it.
My bro is a redneck let me see if he likes it
How did you get the Philharmonic Orchestra to back you up?
Sounds OK to me, but I’m prejudiced. Maybe this will help:
“Your Daddy Was Drunk And Your Mama Was Lonely”
Come over here, Junior,
And sit on Daddy’s knees.
It’s time your father told you ‘bout
The birds and the bees.
The stork, he didn’t bring you.
There weren’t no cabbage leaf.
So just be glad you’re ‘round here, boy,
And don’t give me no grief, ‘cause
You wouldn’t even be here,
Except and only
That your Daddy was drunk
And your Mama was lonely.
I was truckin’ through Shreveport
With a double heavy load;
Been weeks since I’d had any,
I was fixin’ to explode.
Went into a juke joint,
Just to get me some relief,
And that’s where I saw your Mama
Killing rats with her teeth.
She was mean and she was nasty -
I weren’t sure if I should -
But after six or seven beers
She started lookin’ pretty good.
I said “Hey, come on baby,
You wanna see my truck?”
So we went out to my rig
And we had a good time.
Came back nine months later,
I was ready for the worst,
And sure enough, your Mama
She was just about to burst.
Her Pa was waitin’ with her,
His shotgun in his hand,
And half an hour later we were
With the preacher man.
The preacher man he told us
“To death do us part,”
So every day I thank the Lord
I’ve got a bad heart.
Where you come from, Junior,
Hope the story ain’t upsettin’.
But some brothers or some sisters, boy,
You best had be forgettin’.
You bet I learned my lesson,
Bet I learned it well,
And I know there’s deeper levels
to this country music hell.
No, there’ll be no hanky-panky,
Except and only
If your Daddy is drunk
And your Mama is lonely.
Thanks; please do.
That’s the intended effect.
It was perfect. gonna save it for for when my best friend rolls into town.
I’m linking it to Facebook to see the reactions
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