Curing My Working Blues | SONG

Curing My Working Blues
Written By: Christopher Williams

I been working like a dog, that's for sure
I got aches and pains without a cure
The boss sure loves to crack his whip
I should'a been the son of someone rich
But my daddy's a working man, just like me
So after work, I'll tell ya where I'll be

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying the drinks

Monday morning I'll be at it again
Slaving like this should be a sin
Breaking my back just to get ahead
I guess I'll rest when I'm dead
I may never make a million bucks
But after work, I'm kicking up dust

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying the drinks

Well, that boss man, he's a son of a bitch
And I wish I could have just one wish
I'd tell him what he could kiss!
But I have better things on my list

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying them drinks

Next 8 Second Ride | SONG

Next 8 Second Ride
Written by: Christopher Williams

Yeah, I put on my scuffed up cowboy boots
And I wait for that bull to bust out of the chute
I hold on tight, and try not to lose my hat
If I take a fall, I knock the dirt off my chaps

I'm just a cowboy with my hand in the wind
Riding bareback and wearing a crazy grin
You know, this is the way to live my life
Just out looking for my next 8 second ride

I gotta load up fast, so I can still make Cheyenne
Then turn right around to make Amarillo by mornin'
I'm gonna ride 'til that buzzer's sound is gone
The last one's in Tulsa, then I'm headed home

I'm just a cowboy with my hand in the wind
Riding bareback and wearing a crazy grin
You know, this is the way to live my life
Just out looking for my next 8 second ride

I dunno why I do it; it's just an 8 second thrill
If the wait don't kill me, that bull probably will

I'm just a cowboy with my spirit in the wind
Still riding bareback with the same crazy grin
I know I loved the way that I lived my life
Just out looking for my next 8 second ride

I'll be right here, in this rodeo in the sky
Just out looking for my next 8 second ride
Yeah, just looking for that 8 second ride
God bless those looking for their 8 second ride

Tribute to General Motors | POEM

Tribute to General Motors
Written By: Christopher Williams

You can keep your Mustang and Rolls Royce
Because General Motors is my only choice
All the way from Chevrolet to Pontiac
And let's not forget about Cadillac
I'll burn rubber in a '69 GTO
Or kill your Mustang with a Camaro
Give me a muddy road, I won't get stuck
No, not in my Silverado pick up truck

Take a trip anywhere you want to go
Take the chevy Suburban or Tahoe
I'll just wave as I drive on by
When your Ford or Dodge has died
Somewhere on the side of the road
If you're lucky, I might offer a tow
If not, well, you have two thumbs
It's what you get for being dumb

Now, my love for Chevy can't be measured
It's bad ass and won't die under pressure
It will always rule the city streets
It doesn't know a damn thing about defeat
It'll climb that mountain to the top
It'll go around the world none stop
Hauling any load, whether light or heavy
You'll never go wrong driving a Chevy

What Do I Do? | POEM

What Do I Do?
Written by: Christopher Williams

Well, she left me all alone
I don't know where things went wrong
So, what do I do now that she's gone?
I guess I should just move on!

There's the hot red-headed Amanda
Calling me all the way from Atlanta
And the ragin' Cajun Suzanna
Who'll heat me up down in Louisiana

And let's not forget about Zoe
With that twin sister, Chloe
Both girls want a chunk of me
At the same time, if they please

You know, Ashley means no harm
Working down on her daddy's farm
She'll steam the windows of her car
Just to make sure you take her far

There's Felicia at the country store
Who always leaves you wanting more
And the one that I held the door for
Amelia, yeah, I'm the one she adores

I don't know what is that I got
These women all think I super hot
They want me, if I'm ready or not
They sure know how to hit the spot

But she left me all alone
I don't care where things went wrong
So, what do I do now that she's gone?
Hehe, do I really have to go on?

My Luck | POEM

My Luck
Written By: Christopher Williams

With tears down my face
I felt like a waste of space
And a waste of your time
You said the fault was mine
I didn't look good enough
You didn't want my love

I wasn't filthy rich with money
I wasn't at all that funny
And just now you tell me all
It came crashing down like a wall
I guess I just wasn't enough
I guess that's just my luck

Down in Mississippi | POEM

Down in Mississippi
Written by: Christopher Williams

Down in Mississippi
Is where you'll find me
Where we play in the mud
With our pick up trucks

It's where the cotton grows
And where Jesus saved my soul
It's home to me, and home to you
It's the home of The Blues

It's where I'll raise my kids
Like my father and mother did
It's where the clear starry sky
Comes out to sparkle at night

It's where you work all day
And everyone drives Chevrolets
Yeah, I ain't no Ford truck man
So this explains who I am:

I'm Southern by God's grace
Can't live no other place
This is me, This is country
Down in Mississippi

Thorns on a Rose | POEM

Thorns on a Rose
Written By: Christopher Williams

I was walking along on my way home
Remembering that I left you all alone
And thinking all about last night
When we had a screaming fight

I stopped along the side of the road
Just so I could pick a rose
I thought it could ease the pain
And I didn't even care about the rain

I stood right there with shears in hand
I took a hold to clip it off, and
I felt it so sharply in my finger
Right then and there that one thought lingered

I guess it's just the way it goes
You're like the thorns on a rose
And like a thorn in my side
There's nowhere else to hide
These feelings I have anymore
It hit me hard, kicked me to the floor
And all this is how I know
That you're just the thorns on a rose