Written by David Simmons (I’ll be alright) Kicking back lazy on the front porch chair Eyes barley open cool wind in my hair The dogs lying around that front porch floor Gospel music playing from the house next door No where to be just sit here a while Take a dip of snuff wearing this big oh smile Watching Mr. Wilkins chase his kids all around All dressed up heading to town Yeah Sunday morning prayer will never be the same That old Baptist church will be so glad they came But I’ll be alright man I’m ok I got the rest of the day made in the shade Cause I got nowhere to be and nothing better to do Yeah don’t even need my old cowboy boots There’s a hole in my sock my tows show right through A bottle waiting on the counter with hundred proof Just another Sunday morning right here in the south Gonna close my eyes never leave the house Just sit right here and sleep a while Slowly pull myself up out of the chair Grab my old ball cap cover my Saturday night hair I think I’ll call my baby for lunch in town That’s if I can run that country girl down Then later tonight this is where they’ll be Cold beer guitars smiles and whisky Bone fire cranked in the early morning light That little country beauty holding me tight Cause I’ll be alright yeah I’ll be alright Just another southern Sunday night And Tomorrow I know I’ll be ok Sitting on that front porch lying in the shade Got nowhere to be and nothing better to do Yeah don’t even need my old cowboy boots There’s a hole in my sock my tows show right through A bottle waiting on the counter with hundred proof Just another morning right here in the south Don’t think I’ll even leave the house Think I’ll just sleep a while (CC DSLYRICS/ Tejas Music 2014 00022244) This and all songs that are written both lyric and music by DSLYRICS/ Tejas Music are copyrighted and not to be copied or used with out permission.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 05:53:56 +0000
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