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I really enjoyed this song, could almost hear the
guitar licks. Very clever juxtaposition on the pick-up man and the
prissy thing he married. Just a few points: first verse is A,A,
B,B, only four lines long, then leads into a sassy chorus. Verse two A,A,
B.B, C,C,C, and the first line of the chorus. Verse 3, A,A, B,B, C,C,
D,D. To make it work better, I’d follow the structure of verse two,
so they would all lead into the chorus. It would be a stretch musically
with all the different verse structures, but the idea still is very
funny and catchy. With a bit of rewrite, some western band could have
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She Won’t Let Me Have a Truck
She kept me waiting for that first kiss So when we wed I thought I’d found true bliss. Yeah, I was so overcome with glee I never considered what might change for me…
CHORUS: She won’t let me have a truck, She won’t let me have a Harley Hog, She won’t let me wear cowboy boots, And drew the line at my ole’ hound dog. A Stetson hat is never in style, I can’t chew and spit a country mile. It’s really cramping my lifestyle… She won’t let me have a truck.
I went to work and when I got back home She’s standing there with two tickets to Rome. Says some culture is what I need… Thinks I ain’t getting it here in Tennessee. Says hunt’n and fishing’s no longer in season. I’d ask why, but she’d have a good reason. If you ask me this is bordering on treason… She won’t let me have a truck!
CHORUS:
She said my friends have all become passe’. Made me sell my old Chevrolet. I’m eating tiny meals she calls gourmet. I thought it would never turn out this way. Says we can compromise and get an SUV. It doesn’t look like a truck to me. She just doesn’t seem to understand; My whole life I’ve been a pick-up man!
CHORUS: (then tag) Yeah, wouldn’t you know, It’s just my luck… she won’t let me have a truck!
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