- Tracy Byrd - "Drinkin' Bone"
(Casey Beathard and Kerry Kurt Phillips)


Well, it's Friday evenin', six o'clock,
An' all my friends are twistin' off.
I'm at the house just turnin' on T.V.
Well, they all wonder why I've changed.
How many times must I explain,
It's basic honky tonk anatomy?
The drinkin' bone's connected to the party bone.
The party bone's connected to the stayin' out all night long.
An' she won't think it's funny and I'll wind up all alone.
And the lonely bone's connected to the drinkin' bone.

Hey, two plus two is always four,
And down is south and up is north,
An' thirty-two degrees is freezing cold.
You play with fire you wind up burned.
The early-bird gets the worm,
But the only thing you really need to know.

Is the drinkin' bone's connected to the party bone.
The party bone's connected to the stayin' out all night long.
An' she won't think it's funny and I'll wind up all alone.
And the lonely bone's connected to the drinkin' bone.

Yeah, now sing it with me.
Let's make sure you know.

The drinkin' bone's connected to the party bone.
The party bone's connected to the stayin' out all night long.
An' she won't think it's funny and I'll wind up all alone.
And the lonely bone's connected to....

The drinkin' bone's connected to the party bone.
The party bone's connected to the stayin' out all night long.
An' she won't think it's funny and I'll wind up all alone.
And the lonely bone's connected to the drinkin' bone.


- Tracy Byrd - "The Truth About Men"
(Tim Johnson, Rory Lee Feek and Paul Overstreet)


We don't like to go out shoppin',
We don't care what's on sale.
We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,
Watchin' the NFL.
When you come over at half-time,
An' say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right."

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come draggin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools,
At the Home Depot store.
We don't really wanna take you to dinner,
At some fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing that we all want.

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about guys.
We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the problems in our lives.
An' though we might say it to you,
Every now and then,
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin',
It's nothing too complex.
It's just somethin' cold for drinkin',
And a whole lot of s-e-x......

Yes, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come a-crawlin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen;
Sure, it's gonna happen;
You know it's gonna happen again.
An' that's the truth about men.
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