Shock'n Y'All lyrics

I'm just trying to be a father
Raise a daughter and a son
Be a lover to their mother
Everything to everyone
Up and at 'em, bright and early
I'm all business in my suit
Yeah, I'm dressed for success
From my head down to my boots

I don't do it for money, there's still bills that I can't pay
I don't do it for the glory, I just do it anyway
Providing for our future's my responsibility

I saw her turn her head
In a drop-dead gaze
She was peekin' out over the top
Of those wire-rim shades
Now it wasn't my charm
And it wasn't my grin
That had that little secretary
Dialed right in
She wasn't lookin' at me, man
she was lookin' at my feet

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It's these twenty-two hundred
And twenty-five dollar
Pair o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks
With a seven-row stitch

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Don't leave, I think I love you
I just saw the rest of my life, honey you're in it
Won't you hear what I say, give me a minute
Don't leave, I think I love you
I know you think I'm crazy, And you probably should
I wouldn't make this up, I couldn't dream this good

Now baby Don't tell me that I missed my chance
I haven't heard last call, would you like to dance?

We got winners
We got losers
Chain-smokers and boozers
We got yuppies
We got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress-up like movie stars
Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar

We got cowboys
We got truckers
Broken-hearted fools and suckers
And we got hustlers
We got fighters
Early-birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars

If i was Jesus
I'd have some real long hair
A robe and some sandals, is exactly what I'd wear
I'd be the guy at the party
turning water into wine
Yea me and my disciples, we'd have a real good time

Oooh and I'd lay my life down for you
Yeah, I'd show you who's the boss
I'd forgive you and adore you
While I was hagin' on your cross
If I was Jesus
I'd have some friends that were poor

Me and JB and Sonny
We grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers
Closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little, three-piece band
Yeah, we wrote a lot of songs about woman
Then tried, we tried to sing 'em pretty for the girls
Pushing everything we did to the limit
Livin' right out on the edge of the world

I recall one summer night at a party
We were sophomores, hangin' out by the lake

She came through the front door lookin' fast as a big train
Lookin' down the line
she was lookin' fine
Long and lean and dressed to kill
Stacked up high with perfect heels
and there ain't no chance, that girl would ever dance with me
She got all those city boys out pushin' and shovin'
A counrty boy like me don't ever get no uptown lovin'

She's Sweet, she's got 'em melting in her hand

Tell it like it is
He gets up real early on his morning drive
Down to the office for his 9 to 5
He drives a '94 twotone economy car
Loves to tell the local bands down at the bar
That he's the critic
Yea, I can hook you up
I know everybody in the business

He flunked junior high band
He couldn't march in time
He tried to write a song once
But he couldn't make it rhyme

I'm just a middle-aged, middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I got a little two bedroom cave here in North Afghanistan
Things used to be real nice and they got out of hand since they moved in
They call themselves the Taliban
(Ooh yeah, the Taliban, ooh, the Taliban baby, oh yeah)

Now I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here

Ain't got no tricks up my sleeve
Ain't got no reason to believe
I've been looking for a sign
Love shouldn't be so hard to find
I've been sleeping on your couch
Just been layin' here alone.
I've been doing without
Oh, you've been doing me wrong
Nothing left here to decide
I think it's time for me to ride...

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Put my bike out on the highway
Feel that wind all in my face

I always heard that his herb was top shelf
Lord, I just could not wait to find out for myself
Well, don't knock it till you've tried it
And I've tried it my friend
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

Now we learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town
He fired up a fat boy and he passed it around
The last words I spoke before they tucked me in
"I may discount bungee jump but

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tattoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me

Hey, we're going out dancin', she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys, it ain't even right
And when bartender says, "For the lady, what's it gonna be?"
I tell him, man

She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose