Monday, August 3, 2009

Finding yourself in a Country Song

I love sleeping in on Saturdays
And I love college football games
I love not acting my age
And good barbecue

Yea I'm a fan of Faulkner books Max Lucado Books
And anything my mama I don't cook
Small mouthed bass After church chit-chat has got me hooked on Sunday afternoons

Yes I love good cold beer ice tea
And mustard on my fries
I love a good loud honky tonky rock song Friday nights
And hell yes I love my truck Chevy
but I want you to know
Honey I love your love the most

Man I love how Redman ice cream tastes
Dam I love my Nascar race
Any song sung by George Strait Kenny Chesney is country at it's best
Yes I love good cold beer Root Beer Float
And mustard on my fries
I love a good loud honky tonky Tag's retro on Friday Thursday nights

And hell yes I love mytruck Chevy
but I want you to know
Honey I love your love the most

I love scuffed up cowboy boots reebox sneaks
And broken torn up jeans skirts
My 4-wheel drive and 8 point bucks Pretending your fast driving scares me
And rocky road ice cream

And hell yes I love my dog Ipod Touch
And Jack D Lime in my Coke
But honey I love your love
Yea I love your love
I love your love the most
I love your love the most

-Originally by Eric Church "I Love Your Love the Most"




I'm for wildflowers in the window
Mechanics you can trust
I'm for crackers in my chili
And leavin' grudges in the dust

I'm for drive thru order takers
Who can muster up a smile
I'm for *Kirsten* takin' in that stray dog
That's been hangin' 'round for awhile


I'm for turning off the TV
Gettin' off the internet
I'm for learning all the words
To the Gettysburg Address The Good Book

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars beat up picnic baskets
And boxers Old Navy Flip Flips passed their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When an old man speaks his mind.

I'm for laid off factory workers
When the wolf Devil is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm for Texas Margaritas
Gettin' outta debt
I'm for havin' faith in something
That hasn't happened yet

For the shy kid in the corner
Afraid to ask the girl to dance
For the ex-con outta prison
Who just wants a second chance

For the inner city teacher
With her heart stuck in her throat
Can still see God in every child
And never gives up hope

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars sales
And boxers One Hit wonders passed their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When an My old man speaks his mind

I'm for Detroit factory workers
When the wolf Devil is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm counting all my blessings
When the wolf Devil is at my door
You don't have to ask what I'm against
You don't have to guess what I'm against
You know what I'm for

-Originally by Pat Green "What I'm For"

2 comments:

Francesca said...

love you kphil :-)

Ryan said...

what's wrong with those guitars