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Had a bad day? Bad week? Month...year...decade(s)...?
Well...join the club, my friend. Dues are constant and steep. And benefits? Well....let me know if you find any. Maybe a twisted sense of self-deprecating humor...builds character and strong bodies 12 ways, too, I suppose.
Fran (ziti)(http://www.macjams.com/artist/ziti) and I have developed a fine friendship over the past few months. And, by more than just a happy coincidence, the guy can just flat out P-L-A-Y. So I was real happy when he agreed to chime in on this little ditty and am, now, even happier with the results of his tireless efforts.
Speaking of tireless efforts: thanks for the mixing job, z...heheheh
Well...join the club, my friend. Dues are constant and steep. And benefits? Well....let me know if you find any. Maybe a twisted sense of self-deprecating humor...builds character and strong bodies 12 ways, too, I suppose.
Fran (ziti)(http://www.macjams.com/artist/ziti) and I have developed a fine friendship over the past few months. And, by more than just a happy coincidence, the guy can just flat out P-L-A-Y. So I was real happy when he agreed to chime in on this little ditty and am, now, even happier with the results of his tireless efforts.
Speaking of tireless efforts: thanks for the mixing job, z...heheheh
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Lyrics
Tryin’ to Get It Right
Words and music by Bob Prince
Had a spat last night...some things I shouldn’t have said.
Now I’m walkin’ on a tightrope with a feelin’ of dread.
Got knots in my stomach would put a sailor to shame.
Gettin’ tighter by the minute, ‘cuz “you know who” is to blame.
Pink slip on her pillow says to pack and get out.
Suitcase by my dresser, just in case there’s a doubt.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song,
I keep tryin’ to get it right...
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Take my act out on the street with a “howdeedeedoo”?
Cat rolls down his window: not too friendly, “Screw you”!
Young mommy with a stroller...so I kindly move over.
Ankle deep into a pile left by a dog named Rover.
Now I walk into the school. That’s the place where I teach.
Half the class is out...the ones I’m tryin’ to reach.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song...
I keep tryin’ to get it right
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Solo
The work day’s done. Time to pick up the kid.
Over to the bus stop, where I wait ‘till I’m dead.
Then I remember that she’s gone to a friend’s.
So I pick up some flowers (hope to make some amends).
Trudge back to the fort where she gives ‘em a sniff.
A bee flies outta there...I’m just a lucky ass stiff.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song...
I keep tryin’ to get it right
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Solo
© 2007 Bob Prince
Words and music by Bob Prince
Had a spat last night...some things I shouldn’t have said.
Now I’m walkin’ on a tightrope with a feelin’ of dread.
Got knots in my stomach would put a sailor to shame.
Gettin’ tighter by the minute, ‘cuz “you know who” is to blame.
Pink slip on her pillow says to pack and get out.
Suitcase by my dresser, just in case there’s a doubt.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song,
I keep tryin’ to get it right...
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Take my act out on the street with a “howdeedeedoo”?
Cat rolls down his window: not too friendly, “Screw you”!
Young mommy with a stroller...so I kindly move over.
Ankle deep into a pile left by a dog named Rover.
Now I walk into the school. That’s the place where I teach.
Half the class is out...the ones I’m tryin’ to reach.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song...
I keep tryin’ to get it right
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Solo
The work day’s done. Time to pick up the kid.
Over to the bus stop, where I wait ‘till I’m dead.
Then I remember that she’s gone to a friend’s.
So I pick up some flowers (hope to make some amends).
Trudge back to the fort where she gives ‘em a sniff.
A bee flies outta there...I’m just a lucky ass stiff.
Seems like everything I do,
from my house to this song...
I keep tryin’ to get it right
but it keeps comin’ out wrong.
Bridge
Solo
© 2007 Bob Prince
Choice acoustic blues....
Outstanding. (one thought, dial back the vocal just a tad... a little to0 up front?) But what do I know, eh?
Great vocal and lyrics to go with your classic guit playing... love the slide.... oh yeah!
carry on...