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Details | Lyric | |

God Knows I'm a Country Girl

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna give you the ride of your life.
Hair whippin' wild in the wind,
hangin' out with my country friends.
This is where the fun begins.
Raised up on fried chicken and red beans,
sporting my tight fittin' jeans.

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
We can sit on the front porch swing,
maybe sing or even daydream.
Gonna have a mighty fine time, 
sippin' on that strawberry wine.
Gonna live a mighty long time,
on this beautiful countryside.
Boy, I hope you enjoy the ride with me,
maybe we'll go fishing or even swimming,
watch the crane spread it's wings.
Ducks gathering on the big wide open pond,
lovebirds making a bond.

Yes, God knows I'm a country girl.
There is one last thing I have to say.
Barefoot and fancy free,
plain as the big outdoors I will be.
Why don't you take a ride with me?
Let me show you the big fine country.


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Ballade | |

LUCKY GIRL

From the dust and dirt of this little town
In this old saloon since I was a child 
You'd come in calling me your lucky girl
Your sweet attention, oh it drove me wild

I remember when I was that little girl
Dreamed there was a prince just for me
You'd ride up on your horse and rescue
With strength and courage.. set me free

I grew up fantasizing we'd get together
I'd be the hand dealt that you would play
You'd hold my secrets, keep my thoughts
I'd be the only winner, what do ya say..

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Yeah, I'd share my luck in the mornings
share it in the meadow and in the woods
I'd share my luck in the evening time
In the moonlight, boy.. It would be good

I'd share my luck while I'm still young
You're amazing, wild flower..  I would be
When we'd grow old you'd still feel my luck
Every time you'd make love to me
Make love to me

I'm dying inside to be your lucky girl
And if I was there'd be nothing more
Nothing more that I would want to do
Than share my sweet luck with you

Share my sweet luck with you..
Make love to me

Contest: Jerry's  "A Town Called Rotgut"
Date: 7-28-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Lyric | |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I see you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk...
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his Momma
Even tho' he's 33.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts,
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin',
And there's no doubt it's true;
But when he takes home a pretty woman,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

She says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night;
And keep you satisfied."

So baby, you can stare at him, 
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk, 
But when he gets drunk....
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

You don't stand a chance.
That boy loves his Momma.

Yeah, he goes for ugly girls.


Details | Cowboy | |

THE GILPY GIRL IN OUR SOIREE

The wren hour drool within that 
very day, When we were taken 
on a forage trip, Beyond the 
karfanchan dangling viaduct,  In 
our own vertigo, And was coll by 
the alien sun of a day,
We passed-by, As enamor was 
with her, Many was about, I 
choose aftermath, As for aeon of 
a time, Yes it was such a 
wonderful voyeur, Had wish it 
lingers us far too off, I puff 
vrouw through my wife beak 
nose, Their ears, eyes stand-out 
like Coco-yam leaf, whilst  her 
frescata inhold my once 
beholden self , Some  whisker 
pups prance  across My vrouw, 
Wanton in their 
Omnishamblings, like a dumb 
duck, Meanwhile like sorts of the 
sky high, Behind their mounting 
shack, And her scamps out 
wrung the furthest spot, As we 
bore off a bit pointing yet, Felt 
we are on the hoof side.


Details | Free verse | |

yippi-yi-yo-ki-ya

yippi-yi-yo
take control
be tough
cowgirl

strap on those six-guns
silver spurs
and leather
cowboy chaps

throw on the saddle
and ten-gallon cowboy hat
mount him slowly
and keep it steady
there now

speed it up
pull back hard
and ride him rough
be tough
cowgirl

yippi-yi-yo
ki-ya





Details | Lyric | |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Cowboy | |

I am what i use to be

I am what I use to be
the cild that played 
alone at night in the dark
I am what I use to be
the same little girl who hated to 
cry cause when she started the tears
never seemed to stop
I am what I use to be
the same little girl whos afraid 
of being alone
The same little girl who cried
her first day of school 
I am what I use to be 
but yet i still change
i am the flower bud that 
had


Details | Cowboy | |

I am what i use to be

I am what I use to be
the cild that played 
alone at night in the dark
I am what I use to be
the same little girl who hated to 
cry cause when she started the tears
never seemed to stop
I am what I use to be
the same little girl whos afraid 
of being alone
The same little girl who cried
her first day of school 
I am what I use to be 
but yet i still change
i am the flower bud that 
had


Details | Free verse | |

The Stallion

A horse walked in the ring, 
Alone but bold,
A man hollered to move him around,
His tail held high and his neck bowed,
He snorted and bucked in defiance.
The epitome of a spirited beast, 
He looked every bit a stallion.
No one bid,
But save on gal,
A tiny thing who most thought a fool,
At least on that day.
But as time went on, 
That horses spirit never caved.
But the girl was patient, 
And kind,
After a long time that horses will bent,
He was defiant and spirited still,
No mistaking the Stallion he was,
But save for one small girl, 
to whom he gave his heart to.
And day after day,
He willingly rode with her,
Over mountain and field, 
After cow and game.
He loved her you see-and she loved him.
And after a time, 
she went back to that auction ring, 
And with her was that Wild beast
Wild still or so it seemed, 
As he snorted and bucked freely.
But no worries-he wasn't for sale.
He was to be a father this year,
He'd earned the right,
And when she stepped in that ring, 
No defiance was seen.
As he bowed his head and silently gave to her,
Their will seemed unified.
She flowed upon his back, 
And he stopped spun and slid
Like an invisible hand guided him,
No movement of the crowd was seen.
It was true beauty in motion,
A Girl and her horse- One
Suddenly they all wished they'd seen what she'd seen,
Not a horse to be broken,
But a spirit to be fixed.
A partner she saw,
Not something to be controlled.
All crave this with their horses,
Dogs and loved ones too,
But rarely can it be found,
Too busy trying to break them, 
We fail to join them.


Details | I do not know? | |

Barrel Racer

She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one


Details | Cowboy | |

As the cowboy's ride...

As the cowboy rides...
The sun at his side...
The scarf given too...
Him by a girl he knew...
As the cowboy rides...
What warms his inside...
The girl he's left to do...
The range under the stars...
As the cowboy rides...
What brother's do...
Lead and drive...
The great herds outside...
As the cowboy rides...


Details | Cowboy | |

My Girl

Her golden hair shines like the sun,
her eyes a deep dark brown.
Her lashes curve so very long,
she wears a pouting frown.

Vanity is her weakness,
in her its way too strong.
She knows she is so beautiful,
and shows it all day long.

She gave me life when I’d given up,
from her I was reborn.
She is the beauty, and love of my life,
without her I am forlorn.

She’s carried me when I could not walk,
gave me strength when I was weak.
Helped me get to where I wanted to be,
of our love I proudly speak.

She’s the kind of girl I dream about,
I’d trust her with my life.
She’s there whenever I need her,
through trouble, good times and strife.

For me she’s been so strong and true,
stayed with me when no one would.
Her name is Sunny, she is my mare,
and she loves me like she should.

copyright Tom Welch
 


Details | Free verse | |

Down South Girl

There's a country girl,
Down south I know,
And she writes some
Incredible music,
I'm tellin' you so...

I'm a NYC musician,
Been at it for a while,
Played many a gig,
But never with the style,
Of this gal I know

This Alabama darling
With talent I adore,
I could listen for hours,
And keep asking for more...

I'm an R & B man,
And play that classic rock,
But when I heard her song,
I almost went into shock...

Now, I can make my Hammond B3,
Growl and spit and hiss..
I can improvise as good,
As many think is bliss...

But this country Christy
Opened up my eyes,
Though not a country player,
I was hypnotized...

So keep your ears open,
There's a new talent here today,
And Nashville is yet,
To see their finest day!


Details | Cowboy | |

Girl

Girl should I settle,
Since faith Is dead,
And truth away from you Is fled?
Should I be led with happyness?
Outside look, pretty mistress! I promised you
Luxurious, and you promised Me, To be as true memories
As I would sweet; But since I see Your Heavenly Heart,
Farewell my part! though for to take It Is not my kind, but
To meditate, I am not blind, and as I find, so will I trust.
Farewell, thinking! Can honey of roses, wither wilt thou Girl
Guess Dawning of my long Desirit Day appeared the other half was
Hid In Skylight pleasure unto this blessed Night and all that's best of
Dark and bright Stars how pure how
Nature their dwelling place even as a Bird, which In our
Hands We wring forth plungeth and oft flutters with Her
Wing She beauty I will lament and love.