Now what you're hearing is actually only two people recorded live in the studio. That's Danny B. Harvey of lead guitar, and Lynda Kay on vocals, rhythm guitar, and Samsonite suitcase kickdrum.
by Lynda Kay Parker copyright 1999
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This is a true story about the worst relationship I ever had in my entire life. I was living in Lubbock, Texas and a student Texas Tech ("Get yer guns up!"). Broke as hell, going to school full-time, and holding down two jobs, my piece of junk car finally gave out. Then out of no where comes this cute-as-can-be cowboy in a brand new truck to save the day--only problem was, he was dumb as dirt, liked to get violently drunk, and he was a cheater. Pefect material for a good ole country song!
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fiogf49gjkf0d Broken down in West Texas,
Tired and out of my luck.
There he came outta nowhere,
In a brand new pick-up truck.
He looked pretty cute in his lizard boots,
And his blond wavy hair,
Even all that couldn’t fix the fact,
He had nothin’ goin’ on upstairs!
He spelled my name wrong,
On that sorry card.
Ten beat up roses,
In a cup from J. Pat’s Bar!
They tried to warn me:
“He ain’t good for you.”
But when your living in Lubbock,
Any man will do!
He always looked at me funny as I admired his wit,
I thought he was clever, dry-humored and quick.
But I gave him to much credit,
Cuz it was plain to see,
He wasn’t clever nor funny, no,
He was stupid as can be!
He spelled my name wrong,
On that sorry card.
Ten beat up roses,
In a cup from J. Pat’s Bar!
They tried to warn me:
“He ain’t good for you.”
Damn desperation,
When any man will do!
He came home full of whiskey,
Said he was out with the guys.
I could tell he was lyin’,
By the guilty look in his eyes.
I asked if he could explain to me
Why his lips were cherry red,
He was mad as fire for calling him a liar,
He threw a beer bottle at my head!
He spelled my name wrong,
And that ain’t all.
He was catting around with a bitch from J. Pat’s Bar!
He threw a bottle---
Nearly caught my head,
That rotten bastard is lucky he ain’t dead!
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