My Goddamn Country 

Music and Lyrics by Sarah Jane Scouten

Magpie Waltz 2011

 

Every summer I'm walking around on eggshells

I hope you take me more seriously

But I get rowdy at night to forget how for a year I'll remember a week

For a year I'll remember a week

 

And through the dry grass and the forest fires,

The soggy tents and the whisky flasks

From Bill Monroe all the way to Stan Rogers

Well I'm not surprised when I still want you back

I'm not surprised when I still want you back

 

Every year your pot belly gets bigger

Though there's no sign of grey on your head

And til I'm fat and old like you babe

I'll stay the secret that you keep in your bed

I'll stay the secret that you keep in your bed

 

 

Well it's not alright though I say it's ok

To pick things up from when you said I was young
So let me go, although I know it's your music

But it's my goddamn country

 

I like your hands that know what they're doing

As you kick out your feet to the beat

And if I can't be a great musician

I'll just get one to sleep with me

I'll just get one to sleep with me
 

But I'm a bassett hound out on the prowl

In my blood there's still the thrill of the chase

I'd just as soon curl up next to the fire

Let my heart beat as you play me the bass

Let my heart beat as you play me the bass

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