Quintessential bar song. Move over "Margaritaville." No actual humans, alive or dead, were harmed in the making of this song. CHORUS: No matter how big I think, someone’s thinking bigger, No matter how quick I move, someone’s moving quicker, No matter how late I quit, they call me a quitter, I got nothing to prove, just pour another shot of liquor! VERSE 1: After 7 years, my ex got himself an itch. “Hang in there, hon,” was momma’s sage advice. I sure shoulda run, but I threw those dice. Coulda saved some tears, now I’m still paying off that bitch! CHORUS: No matter how big I think, someone’s thinking bigger, No matter how quick I move, someone’s moving quicker, No matter how late I quit, they call me a quitter, I got nothing to prove, just pour another shot of liquor! VERSE 2: Boss man called me in, wants to step up production. Got a wild-ass idea, I let it slip to his nephew. Now my job’s moved to Korea. Got one more tip for them two, Just four letters, involving sexual reproduction. CHORUS: No matter how big I think, someone’s thinking bigger, No matter how quick I move, someone’s moving quicker, No matter how late I quit, they call me a quitter, I got nothing to prove, just pour another shot of liquor! VERSE 3: Feelin’ kinda low, I joined the local church. If I could change my ways, they promised me a mansion, Threw all my money in the plate, it wasn’t good enough Guess I’m stuck here in this trailer park, but you’ll still find me dancin’! Words & Music (c) 2012 Kimmie Deckard & John M. Knapp. First performed at Nu Tap Bar, Shoals, Injiana.

Don't Kiss Me While I'm Sleeping ©2013 Kimmie Deckard Knapp & John M. Knapp Chorus 1 D Don't Kiss Me While I'm Sleeping Em I won't have the memory A Been collecting memories G Since 1953. D Memories old & new Em Some good -- most bad A Memories I have with you G D The best I ever had. Verse 1 Am Remember daddy's drunken fist Em A broken mother's heartless kiss D2 Remembering a priest too fond A>A2 Another lover's broken bond A>A2, A>A2 Am Doc sez these memories Em Are for all time D2 Now I'm chasing whiskey A>A2 With my next line.... A>A2, A>A2 Chorus 2 D Don't Kiss Me While I'm Sleeping Em I want the memories A Been collecting memories G Since 1953. D Memories old & new Em Some good -- most bad A Memories I share with you G D The best I ever had. Verse 2 Am Kiss me as I leave the house Em For the factory D2 And when I stumble through the door A>A2 Kiss me tenderly A>A2, A>A2 Am Kiss me as I tremble Em Crying out in pain D2 When the walls come closing in A>A2 Kiss me til I'm sane.... A>A2,A>A2 Bridge D Kiss my brow when I wake up Em When I refill your cofffee cup A All those unexpected times G When your lips brush mine D All I ask pretty please Em I'd even get down on my knees A(2) When we turn out the light tonight A(2) Can you promise me? Chorus 3 D You Won't Kiss Me While I'm Sleeping Em I need those memories A Been collecting memories G Since 1953. D Memories old & new Em Some good -- most bad A Memories I made with you G D The best I ever had. Outro Am When I lay me down Em In my last bed D2 Don't send for priests -- or clowns A2 I call for you instead.... Chorus Melody (fade out) SAM PHILLIPS Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had one time to sing one song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' you felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin' to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself. Walk the Line If I have to face some Thing after death, I'm willing to throw this song down on the table, smile, and whisper... Now, what ya got to say, Motherfucker? --Johnny Profane Like

Like that barb wire I ran into Or that biking gash had the tech worried Every time you were untrue Every scar tells a story. Swore that tat took our love higher But that pain was nothing like the fury When I blacked out your name. Burned like hellfire. Every scar tells a story. Life's nothing. A series of stories. The needle stitches failures and glories Lubricated with weed, women, and song, What could possibly go wrong? Scars and piercings and tats That's how my life's told Not by the stats Cuz my body's a selfie of my soul…. Every scar tells a story. Every scar. Our life story. Every scar. Every scar