I feel like sl-lit,
i wanna flip.
Let my words rip,
come take a sip.
My phone keeps on ringing,
its chesney hawkins singing.
I get this scary feeling,
she's gönnä nail me for stealing.
I look at the sealing,
wish i knew what was the meaning.
I must start to pray,
every single day.
I'm smoking myself to death,
i need to take a deep breath.
Please don't make me fall,
i don't wanna end it all.
Categories:
chesney, dedication, faith, life, on
Form: Rhyme
when I hear Kenny Chesney strumming on that old guitar
I know Im not far
from a beach with white sand
and a margarita in each hand
It wont be long
Till I think of your favorite song
You were my favorite kind of Country
Those memories start coming back
And all that I lack
But when I drink strawberry wine
I'll play Kenny One last time
You were my favorite kind of Country
Camping out in the bed of your old ford truck
Getting trough the day with a bit of luck
Kisses as sweet as sugar cane
And long walks down heatherwood lane
Tim Mcgraw said it best when he said your my kind of rain
You were my favorite kind of Country
Categories:
chesney, cowboy-western, love, old, old,
Form: Blank verse
I write about good times underneath shady trees
Dreaming of love and good whisky
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch
Catching fireflies in a mason jar
And Singing country poetry
Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country
Because I don’t know much about love or god
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die
Categories:
chesney, childhood, cowboy-western, lovelove, poetry,
Form: Blank verse