Sweet Bessy! Sweet Bessy! Sweet Bessy!
Those numbers!
They's gotta to be wrong!
This don't sound like
no damn country song!
Tell me my numbers
is based orn a lie!
Tell me my numbers
will soon `gin to rise!
I needs good news
`cause Karl jist died!
Tell me I'm `bout to run
into some ol' fangled luck!
Tell me right quick
`at my odometer's jist stuck!
I need some relief
fer my kids `n first wife!
O! My numbers best git up,
`r I'll take my own life!
O! Sing me a lullaby, Bessy,
Don't leave me alone!
Sing me yer chariot's comin'
to carry me home!
Numbers ain't somethin'
`at's much use in my boil!
All I need's my gun, my truck,
and my sweet country's oil!
O! Sweet Bessy,
sing me yer purty little song!
`Cause numbers like `is
means sumpkin's goned wrong!
O! Sweet Bessy!
Rock me to sleep
with yer country fried ditty,
I mean sumpkin ain't right!
if'n I'm feelin' this shitty!
O! Sweet Bessy!
Ramble yer sweet ol' fiddle!
`Come lay with me,
with my dog in th' middle!
O! Sweet Bessy,
jump `n shout if ya please!
My country's done took
a hard Left To Re-al-ity!
O! Sweet Bessy!
O! Sweet Bessy!
O! Sweet Bessy, ramble on...
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Copyright © 2006 mrp
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For A La Gauche
