Pain Hurts - Discomfort Is Not Pain
Hand on the leather,
I held on for the bell,
Sure it was a winner.
I was riding so well,
But then the bull threw me;
Introduced me to the dirt.
Hell, I only broke my shoulder, mama,
How bad can it hurt?
No, I’m not sleeping.
I’m just resting my eyes.
Got that last nail hammered
Though it took me twelve tries.
It took me one dozen
‘cause I wasn’t too alert.
But I still got one good thumb, so mama,
How bad can it hurt?
Pass me the garlic salt,
The horseradish, too.
Need more habañero
In this hot pepper stew.
I’ll have the rock candy
Flaming brandy for dessert.
Don’t you worry ‘bout my ulcer, mama,
How bad can it hurt?
Walked into The Penny,
I was feelin’ all right.
Hadn’t drunk my first
Before I got in a fight.
I caught the backcountry
Sucker punch he slyly threw.
I only let him punch me once, and mama,
That didn’t hurt, too.
I know a woman
Who’s at war with the world.
Tell her that she’s cute,
It’s like the gauntlet’s been hurled.
She uses brass knuckles,
Straps, and buckles when she flirts.
Likes to kick me when I’m down, but mama,
How bad can it hurt?
Paint me a picture, darlin’,
Show me a sign.
Are ya really leavin’ me,
Or are ya still mine?
Ya got some hot bacon
Shakin’ underneath your skirt.
I’m gonna miss you when you go, but mama,
How bad can it hurt?
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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