The Bellamy Brothers - Lord Help Me Be The Kind Of Person | Текст песни

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Slapped a buncha change on the bar
said, "call it my platinum card"
then fish-tailed off in my bucket o' rust
after four bourbons n chasers
those state troopers' tasers
just made my brain feel a little more buzzed

but when I made bail and fin'lly got home
my hound was waitin' at the gate
wagged his tail when I tossed him a bone
and later that night I prayed

Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am
a good and kind provider
not a drunken midnight rider
down on my knees askin' please
Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am

conned some blonde from Alabam'
to thinkin' the class ring on my hand
was really a Super Bowl ring
after we went skinnydippin'
she stood there naked, mad and drippin'
when she learned the Hedgehogs were a high school team

came home feelin' guilty as sin
then I scratched my old hound's ear
I swear I could see him grin
when I gave him half my beer

Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am
not some selfish womanizer
who can't pass a breathalyzer
down on my knees askin' please
Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am

well, I went to church to learn good works
and try to live a better life
but I swore like a trucker, mispronounced Fuddrucker's
in front of the preacher's wife

O Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am
a righteous, honest person
not some dumb cuss prone to cursin'
down on my knees askin' please
Lord, help me be the man
my dog thinks I am