Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
DIRTY WHORE BLUES
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Well I was belly up to the bar and it was gettin' late
So I hit that Waffle House for the burger plate
I said, "Hey there Scattered and Covered
How'd you like to be my lover"
She said, "I sure would and boy I get off at eight"
Well the clock struck eight and I woke up in her booth
Still to drunk to realize, ol' Scattered only had one tooth
She said, "Are you ready to go", the next thing that I know
I was doin' the dirty deed with a girl named Ruth
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
What I got to do to make you understand
I ain't never gonna be your lovin' man
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
In the middle of the next day I woke up on the floor
And every inch of my mmmm was sore
There was a note stuck to me that said
"Thanks for the day in bed"
She wasn't there so I b-lined for the door
A rebel flag, catfish, and an eight point buck
Painted up real pretty on the back of her truck
There was a sticker on the bumper that read
Honk if your neck is red
I didn't see it and boy was I out of luck
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
What I got to do to make you understand
I ain't never gonna be your lovin' man
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Well I was belly up to the bar and it was gettin' late
So I hit that Waffle House for the burger plate
I said, "Hey there Scattered and Covered
How'd you like to be my lover"
She said, "I sure would and boy I get off at eight"
Well the clock struck eight and I woke up in her booth
Still to drunk to realize, ol' Scattered only had one tooth
She said, "Are you ready to go", the next thing that I know
I was doin' the dirty deed with a girl named Ruth
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
What I got to do to make you understand
I ain't never gonna be your lovin' man
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
In the middle of the next day I woke up on the floor
And every inch of my mmmm was sore
There was a note stuck to me that said
"Thanks for the day in bed"
She wasn't there so I b-lined for the door
A rebel flag, catfish, and an eight point buck
Painted up real pretty on the back of her truck
There was a sticker on the bumper that read
Honk if your neck is red
I didn't see it and boy was I out of luck
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
What I got to do to make you understand
I ain't never gonna be your lovin' man
Woman, don't come 'round here no more
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
