Well maybe, I laugh a little too much
And maybe, I sing a little too loud
And maybe, I spend far too many nights
Drunked up to my bones,
Starin' up with the lights,
And maybe, I'm more than a little too proud
And maybe, we should buy another round
Ryan's wife is naggin' that his money's always spent
Quit your cryin', he'll be fine, he's got you to pay the rent
And Burtchy's always bitchin' that she feels old as balls
But here she is again, drinkin' up until last call
If Sam weren't out in God knows where you know that he'd be here
Shootin' Pool with Tommy, loser buys the beer,
Lori is a good girl, feet never leave the floor,
Least that's what were tellin' Rob when he walks in the door
And maybe, I laugh a little too much
And maybe, I sing a little too loud
And maybe, I spend far too many nights
Drinkin' 'em with Haglund,
Takin' in the "Sights",
And maybe, I'm more than a little too proud
And maybe, we should buy just one more round
Charlie's out the kitchen with a Guiness in his hand
Joe's passed out in a snowbank - far to drunk to stand
Tyler gone and married, and married he did well,
When there's time he better sing with us and raise some hell
Nikki and Amanda look at me like something's wrong
Pro'bly won'drin why their names aren't mentioned in this song
Well ladies quit your wonderin', your time has come to pass
I maybe drunk but still I know to save the best for last
And maybe, I laugh a little too much
And maybe, I sing a little too loud
And maybe, I don't spend near enough nights,
At 6-1-3,
Until the mornin' light,
And maybe, I'm more than a little too proud
And maybe, we're all just a little bit plowed
And maybe, I laugh a little too much
And maybe, I sing a little too loud
And maybe, if you're lucky tonight
You'll be comin' home with me when they turn off the lights,
And maybe, you're gonna learn why I'm so proud,
Or maybe, I should sit this last round out
(Yeah right)
This body, she's a temple, to the seven deadly sins,
With gluttony a favorite, since drinkin' isn't in,
The say the Lord's a bleeding heart, I hope to God it's true,
If not I know I'm burning, with all the likes of you.
credits
from Roots Run Deep,
track released September 10, 2018
Written / Recorded by Scott E. Wells
Scott's lyrics are heavily influenced by the story tellers his Dad listened to on their many road trips to their favorite fishing destinations. Scott currently resides and records in Fargo, North Dakota.
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