Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I'm (getting to be) A Little Bit Country

This post has more to do with my wife than it does Marie Osmond. You see, Brooke listens to country music and so I hear it every time I get in the car if she is driving or if I get in after she has been driving ('cause she leaves the country radio station on when she turns off the car). There are still a lot of country songs I do not like because of the "country" content (chasing women, leaving your wife, getting drunk, etc). However, I found found a number of songs that have GREAT messages and I'm starting to get a little hooked. The one that got me listening more closely was Rodney Atkins' Watching You.

The other day I went online to buy this song to give to my Pastor to listen because I thought it would be a great song to play/have someone sing on Father's Day. I ended up finding some other good songs on the CD and bought the whole thing. Here's the lyrics to another song on the CD that I'm really liking right now, Cleaning This Gun (Come on In Boy):

The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I’m lost

I can't begin to count the theories
I've had pounded in my head
That I forgot

I don't remember all that Spanish
Or the Gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forget

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Ain’t it son?
Hey y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Well now that I’m a father
I’m scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind

She’s growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I’ll have to put the fear of god into
Some kid at the door

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all go out and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Now it's all for show
Ain’t nobody gonna get hurt
It’s just a daddy thing
And hey, believe me, it works

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all run along and have a little fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back by te- let's say about nine...thirty.
Drive safe.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's just wrong! Country Music?? I'm thinking we need an intervention, who's with me?

--Brian E.