Cliché Country Singer
Hellbound Glory
I didn’t write this song in some Nashville office space
And even hate me for the mainstream, hey I ain’t got a pretty face
But if you want to hear a song about just another poor man’s son
Hand me some cheap guitar, hey, hell I can get it done
I’m just a cliché country singer, muther ing, scum bag hum dinger
Flipping the world my middle finger, just like Johnny Cash
Though it’s all cliché, what the hell else could I say?
Other than, if you don’t like me, you can kiss my ass
Met her in the bat of a downtown Baptist church
I was strung out bad, she was strung out worse
It was a rough time in my life, oh, but a least I got this first
Cause if you gonna sing it proud, you gotta live it first, baby that’s the curse of a
I’m just a cliché country singer, muther ing, scum bag hum dinger
Flipping the world my middle finger, just like Johnny Cash
Though it’s all cliché, what the hell else could I say?
Other than, if you don’t like me, you can kiss my ass
And as for Nashville, guess I don’t need them
I’ll take the cash and keep my freedom
I’m just a cliché country singer, muther ing, scum bag hum dinger
Flipping the world my middle finger, just like Johnny Cash
Though it’s all cliché, what the hell else could I say?
Other than, if you don’t like me, you can kiss my ass
if you don’t like me, you can kiss my ass,
