It’s Not My Fault: A Drinking Song

Verse 1

It wasn’t exactly love at first sight,

but there was something, and we got on well,

co-travelers through the days and nights

until it turned sour and went to hell

for reasons that remain unclear…

 

Chorus

Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame

that our lives are such a bloody mess,

but don’t even try to cast the blame,

‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.

 

Verse 2

No doubt the therapists would claim

that there are lessons to be learned

about when to shut up and when to say

what’s really on your mind, what hurts,

and, yeah, mental health was not our strength…

 

Chorus

Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame

that our lives are such a bloody mess,

but don’t even try to cast the blame,

‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.

 

Bridge

I guess fucked up love is better than no fucking love at all;

it takes two to play the game, but a lucky draw for both to win.

 

Verse 3

Sure, I failed, but Lord knows I tried

to heal the wounds and make things whole,

to wipe away the tears you cried

and bring comfort to your soul,

and so it hurt when you sent me away…

 

Chorus

Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame

that our lives are such a bloody mess,

but don’t even try to cast the blame,

‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.

 

Repeat and fade slowly and quietly into despair

 

Copyright 2019

T. Allen Culpepper

 

Homeless in Tyler

A country lyric inspired by complications with a hotel reservation

 

Verse 1: Homeless and lonesome on the streets of Tyler,

my lover has left me, my friends have all gone;

but, like you can see, I keep walking and smiling,

drinking cheap whiskey ’til I feel like I’m home.

 

Chorus: Homeless, homeless in Tyler . . .

I’m just a loser—drunk, lonesome, and broke.

Homeless, homeless in Tyler . . .

The bottle’s run dry, I’ve lit up my last smoke.

 

Verse 2: When I get too drunk, I’ll lie still and play dead.

If you happen to find me before it’s too late,

don’t try to help me, just shoot me instead.

It’ll do me no harm to speed up my fate.

 

Repeat chorus

 

Bridge: Tyler’s in Texas, and Texas is big,

but the stars in the sky are not meant for me.

 

Verse 3: I could have been famous, or lucky in love,

or living life large in some mansion somewhere,

but the fact of the matter’s I’m totally fucked,

with no place to go and no one to care.

 

Repeat chorus

Repeat and fade

 

Copyright 2019

T. Allen Culpepper

 

Trying to Move On

A seasonal ballad of lost love to be accompanied by mournful fiddles, whining steel guitars, and an assortment of empty whisky bottles

 

In the first clear light of springtime,

when warming nature stirred warm feelings,

I met a man I thought I loved;

his kisses sent me reeling.

 

And then as soon, I lost him,

watched him go off to find

someone else or something new,

maybe even a better life.

 

And I, not ready for goodbyes,

wiped the tears out of my eyes

and tried to move on,

tried just to move on.

 

In the blazing sun of summer,

I met I man who seemed so right

that when he seemed to share my love,

I thought I’d finally won the fight.

 

And then as soon, I lost him,

watched him go off to find

someone else or something new,

maybe even a better life.

 

And I, not ready for goodbyes,

wiped the tears out of my eyes

and tried to move on,

tried just to move on.

 

In the yellow light of autumn,

with the leaves starting to turn,

I met the man I’d dreamed of,

the one for whom I’d yearned.

 

And then as soon, I lost him,

watched him go off to find

someone else or something new,

maybe even a better life.

 

And I, not ready for goodbyes,

wiped the tears out of my eyes

and tried to move on,

tried just to move on.

 

In the cold, grey light of winter,

with the trees bereft of leaves,

I met a man I lived for,

whom I wanted so to please.

 

And then as soon, I lost him,

watched him go off to find

someone else or something new,

maybe even a better life.

 

And I, not ready for goodbyes,

wiped the tears out of my eyes

and tried to move on,

tried just to move on.

 

And I, not ready for goodbyes,

wiped the tears out of my eyes

and tried

to move

on.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper