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Mike did the demo. turn it UP.  https://soundcloud.com/wabash-cannibal/sherwood-b-nice-rita-final-v13-wav Sherwood B. Nice 2019 Don Raye/Charles Berry/Robert George BMI
Well, I drove out to a joint near Hackensack Drinkin Miller Light and crankin Back in Black She was dancin at a strip club called the Body Shop And her beauty hit me like a damned karate chop I felt lucky and I thought Id roll the dice
Fill my lonely world,
With a midnight girl
Tell her that my name is
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B. Nice
Well, that dame was hotter than a solar flare But my luck was colder than a polar bear I heard shed had congress with a lusty senator Why would she care about a dusty janitor She wont want a bum like me at any price
Im a workin man,
With calloused hands
Cuz my chain gang daddy called me
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B. Nice
She was movin to a song by Hoobastank It put me under pressure like a scuba tank I learned long ago that love is hard n cruel Bein poors a crime and love dont pardon fools When I left she didnt bother to look twice
I drove home,
All alone
Cursin that my name was
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B.
Sherwood B. Nice
Rita 2019 Elias McDaniel/Robert George BMI
I was just a Miller low life With no friends and no wife Blastin some old song by Doug Sahm Cheap cigar stinkin like a bug bomb That single wide was rockin I almost didnt hear her knockin Well, she moved just like a cheetah And she said her name was Rita I say, hey Rita
Oh, Rita
I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Rita
Oh, Rita
I said, Youve been with the DC deep state Why you want a greasy cheap date She said, Ive been broke and busted And betrayed by those Ive trusted Ive been a Hackensack pariah Chained up in a Black Maria Love has made us hard as leather So, you n me should make some love together I say, hey, hey Rita
Oh, Rita
I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Rita
Oh, Rita
I say, hey, hey, Rita
Oh, Rita
I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Rita
Oh, Rita
Theres no music like Memphis
Its got mystery and the blues for emphasis
Last edited by couchgrouch; 05/10/19 05:09 PM.
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