Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
HELL, I LOVE YA'
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Well she said, "I'm leavin', and you can go to hell"
So I climbed in a bottle, and cried out "oh well"
Now I'm banged up and lonely, wishin' you were here
If you pulled up right now, this is what you'd hear
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
Well goddamn woman, why'd you cause me all the pain
Ever since you walked out, I've only seen rain
I wish the sun would come out, and dry up all these tears
I know what I'd tell ya', if you were only here
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
Well she said, "I'm leavin', and you can go to hell"
I'm all out of bottles, and too drunk to tell
I met her out on the driveway, in her brand new truck
Tried to tell her "I love you", but it came out wanna fuck
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003
Well she said, "I'm leavin', and you can go to hell"
So I climbed in a bottle, and cried out "oh well"
Now I'm banged up and lonely, wishin' you were here
If you pulled up right now, this is what you'd hear
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
Well goddamn woman, why'd you cause me all the pain
Ever since you walked out, I've only seen rain
I wish the sun would come out, and dry up all these tears
I know what I'd tell ya', if you were only here
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
Well she said, "I'm leavin', and you can go to hell"
I'm all out of bottles, and too drunk to tell
I met her out on the driveway, in her brand new truck
Tried to tell her "I love you", but it came out wanna fuck
Well, hell I Iove ya', you know I'd never lie
Baby I would change my ways, to end this bad goodbye
Those three little words, that you can't get enough of
Oh if it's all I gotta say, to make you stay
Well hell I love ya'
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
