No Better Way of Livin' © 2015 Bart Mitchell I don't wear Armani shoes Half the time I don't wear socks I don't own a suit or tie I keep my savings in a cigar box But I'm doin' Alright Cause I've got you walking by my side yea I'm living the dream in my tennis shoes There's no better way of living than loving you My feet may get cold From time to time Everyday I thank the Lord That I call you mine Yea I'm doing alright Cause I've got you walking by my side yea I'm living the dream in my tennis shoes There's no better way of living than loving you The DOW keeps goin' down And gas keeps goin' up But I'm alright, I'm okay walking in these shoes today And I'm doin' alright Cause I've got you walking by my side yea I'm livin' the dream in my tennis shoes There's no better way of living than loving you There's no better way of living than loving you Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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Hey Ringo ©2015 Bart Mitchell I can write songs just like John I can play bass better than Paul I even have George's guitar Hanging on my wall But I don't have rhythm except when I tap my feet Hey Ringo Give me a beat One, two, one, two, three Chorus: Hey Ringo Crash those cymbals hard Play a drum roll Sing harmony with me Hey Ringo Give me a beat I can play a Hard Days night On a yellow submarine Even named my daughter Eleanor Rigby But I don't have a drummer to play tonight for me Hey Ringo Give me a beat One, two, one, two, three Chorus I don't really right songs like John And don't play bass at all It's just a copy of George's guitar Hanging on my wall I'm just another Beatles fan Playing Rock Band Hey Ringo Give me a beat one, two, one, two, three Chorus Hey Ringo, Give me a beat Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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When Lipstick Meets Whiskey © 2015 Bart Mitchell Hanging out shooting some pool When this sweet young thing says that looks cool I showed her how to hold a cue stick When my shirt got smeared with her lipstick Told her I believe in shooting straight and tonight I came here with a date That whiskey shootin' blonde at the bar over there Thinks I'm her guy and she don't like to share When lipstick meets whiskey, Theres gonna be some hell to pay When lipstick meets whiskey The chemical reaction will blow you away When lipstick meets whiskey. I walked outside and there was my truck With Four flat tires it was all beat up A big "X" was carved into the seat A key and a bat made the job complete. When lipstick meets whiskey, Theres gonna be some hell to pay When lipstick meets whiskey The chemical reaction will blow you away When lipstick meets whiskey. And as for that sweet young thing She invited me out to hear her sing A karaoke bar and a daiquiri Now I hate girls who shoot whiskey. When lipstick meets whiskey, There's gonna be a lotta hell to pay When lipstick meets whiskey. The chemical reaction's gonna blow you away When lipstick meets whiskey. Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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Hammocks an Rum ©2015 Bart Mitchell Down in Jamaica on Montego Bay Researchin' hammocks and rum In the Carribean I learned to say No problem mon Lying here in the Jamaican Sun No tan line, No problem mon No deadline, just waves and time Researchin' hammocks and rum No problem mon Today I might just plait my hair or maybe I'll play a steel drum And when I'm done, then I'll kick back to my hammock and rum Lying here in the Jamaican Sun No tan line, No problem mon No deadline, just waves and time Researchin' hammocks and rum No problem mon Now I'm back in the states Running that rat race I close my eyes, then drift right back To my favorite place Lying here in the Jamaican Sun No tan line, No problem mon No deadline, just waves and time Researchin' hammocks and rum Researchin' hammocks and rum No problem mon, (hey no prolem mon) No problem mon Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422 Bart.mitchell.music@gmail.com
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Bein' Lonely ©2008 Bart Mitchell I opened the door and saw that empty floor I thought that I can't live anymore Then I punched a hole in the wall Somehow it didn't hurt at all You were my first and only love A love you're so unworthy of Chorus You were the one, the only one But you're not the one and only I won't waste my time bein' lonely I thought about how unfair It was to leave just one chair The neighbor said two men and a truck Took two hours to load the rest up And if thats all I meant to you Then breaking up was long overdue Chorus There's one more thing I have to say Thank you for running away Chorus You were the one,the only one But your not the one and only I won't waste my life bein' lonely Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422 www.myspace.com/bartmitchellmusic
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No Star on the Tree © 2008-2021 Bart Mitchell, Shandi Shiver Christmas lights on every house Along our little street Snowflakes are falling A candle in the window seat A wreath on every window A bow on every wreath A tree beside the fireplace With presents underneath One thing is missing At the top of the tree this year Its Daddy's hand placing the star Way up there so far Chorus There's no star on the tree No star on the tree We left it in the sky So daddy won't have to cry. Daddy's in the desert With his army friends A sand storm is blowin' Sand in his eyes again But the view at night, of our star Will warm daddy's heart He'll see our christmas star Way up there so far Chorus x2 Oh Daddy please don't cry. Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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Because I Wanted It © 2018 Bart Mitchell I met him on an elevator He asked if he could call me later He took me to a restaurant And ordered us a bottle of wine We dined by candlelight Then he asked me to stay the night And he said trust me But I didn't , I only did it Because I wanted it. He said trust me Ya know I didn't, I only did it because I wanted it We dated for about 2 years I distrusted all my tears I bought me a wedding gown We got married in the neon town And on our wedding day Ya know he had this to say He said trust me But I didn't I only did it Because I wanted it He said trust me Ya know I didn't I only did it Because I wanted it Two kid and two years later He met her on an elevator He dined her by candlelight But the flame didn't burn so bright He was home by 10:00 p.m. And asked me if I trusted him And I said trust you? (giggle) I only did it because I wanted it Trust you? (Your just a man) I only did it because I wanted it I only did it, ya know I did it, I only did it because I wanted it. Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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I'm Votin' For Hillary © 2015 Bart Mitchell It's not about the war on terror It's not the economy It's about the size of those thighs and a presidential legacy Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Chorus I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um in a magazine I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um on my widescreen Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Some will vote their conscience Some will vote the party line But I'm voting for the size of those thighs and a hamstring democracy Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Chorus I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um in a magazine I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um on my widescreen Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Tag Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Come on and join me Im votin' for Hillary Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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PawPaw's Pond ©2017 Bart Mitchell In south Alabama down a red dirt road About 20 years from here There's a farmhouse with a pond out back and a rickety old pier I remember my first fishing pole Ten pound test on a Zebco Now let's go fishin' in Pawpaw's Pond. Chorus 1 I'm going fishin' in Pawpaw's pond Bullfrogs croakin' at the crack of dawn Might catch a bass and I might catch a bream If it gets to hot I'll just jump right in. It's 5 feet deep and 40 feet wide They say they're a bitin' on the other side But I can fish right here just fine. (Hey Pawpaw watch me cast this line.) In time lines were broke a lot of crickets drowned Summers have come and gone. Pawpaw's still there and the bull frogs too Lookin' after that old pond. Now I'm pushin' 30 years old you know I still love love to go let's go fishin' in Pawpaw's Pond. Repeat Chorus 1 Bridge Now my son is six years old And I just bought a new Zebco Now let's go fishin' in Pawpaw's Pond. Chorus 2 We're goin' fishing in Pawpaw's Pond Bullfrogs croakin' at the crack of dawn Might catch a bass and we might catch a bream If it gets too hot we'll just jump right in It's five feet deep and forty feet wide They say they're bitin' on the other side. But we can fish right here just fine. (Hey daddy let's jump in... yea ... alright) Nana's in the kitchen fixin my favorite dish, Hushpuppies and frog legs. Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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Sounds Like a Country Song to Me © Bart Mitchell 2009 When daddy got out of prison mama got a new tatoo My sister cleaned the trailer Then she worked the street in cowgirl boots Does that sound like a country song to you Truth is my daddy's a preacher And mama sings so pretty church My sister's got a Ph.D. She's an expert in space research Well that sounds like a country song to me Yea that sounds just like a country song to me When my pit bull killed the mailman I was out fishing drunk My wife ODed on Prozac my girlfriend beat up my turnip truck Does that sound like a country song to you? Truth is my dog's a poodle At time's I'll drink a glass of wine My wife's always been faithful Yea there's just one woman in my life Now that sounds like a country song to me Yea that sounds just like a country song to me I pay my bills on time I pay my taxes too I tithe, I pray, I work every day I raise my children too Yea that sounds like a country song to me That sounds just like a country song to me That sounds just like a country song to me Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422 www.myspace.com/bartmitchellmusic
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Your What I Need ©2022 Bart Mitchell It's not a want, it's a need To feel you body next to me I'd run a mile Just to see you smile Your not a want your what I need. The sweetness of your breath Lying here upon my chest I'd swim the sea If you'd lie with me You're not a want you're what I need. When I hold onto your hand I feel like superman The softness of your touch God I miss you so much You're not a want you're what I need. That sparkle in your eyes Lord It's got me hypnotized I'd raise the moon If you'd come home soon You're not a want you're what I need. When I kiss your ruby red lips I go numb in my fingertips When you told me goodbye That was the first time that I cried. It's not a want it's a need To feel your body next to me. You're not a want you're what I need Bart Mitchell (615)428-4422
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I'm Votin' For Hillary © 2015 Bart Mitchell It's not about the war on terror It's not the economy It's about the size of those thighs and a presidential legacy Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Chorus I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um in a magazine I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um on my widescreen Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Some will vote their conscience Some will vote the party line But I'm voting for the size of those thighs and a hamstring democracy Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Chorus I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um in a magazine I got those thighs In these eyes Wanna see um on my widescreen Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Tag Supersize those french fries And we'll make history Join me I'm votin' for Hillary Come on and join me Im votin' for Hillary Bart Mitchell 615-428-4422
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Walk Away Copyright 2010 Bart Mitchell I was sitting right here drinking a beer Me and my bud watching reruns of Cheers When you marched right up and unplugged the TV set You said its time to talk Or else your gonna walk But baby, baby there's one thing you seem to forget. Chorus As much as I hate to see you go I love to watch you walk away That way you walk that way you sway It's hard to ask you to stay As you walk away, walk away. I collected my thoughts and counted to 10 Took another sip then set it down again And I opened my mouth and tried not to shout. I said go take that walk After Cheers we can talk then baby baby maybe we can work this out Chorus Those jeans so tight That fit so right Man oh man I really love that sight As much as I hate to see you go I love to watch you walk away (I love the way you do the walk away, I love the way you do the walk away) That way you walk that way you sway It's hard to ask you to stay (I love the way you do the walk away) As you walk away, walk away. (I love the way you do the walk away)
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Mississippi Toad © 2015 Bart Mitchell I met a Mississippi girl A princess she rocked my world Add a toad and this lonely male It's a bona fide southern-fried fairy tale One Mississippi night a little bit of love and little bit of fight She crawled into the backseat of my car That's when things got really bizarre Mississippi girl Mississippi night Mississippi road and a little bit of moonlight I heard something croakin', but what could I say That Mississippi girl she wanted to play I didn't have to check her for tics No she didn't wanna play those tricks What you gonna say, what you gonna do When Mississippi girls crawls all over you Mississippi girl Mississippi night Mississippi road and a little bit of moonlight I heard something croakin', but what could I say That Mississippi girl she wanted to play (guitar lead) On that Mississippi road First kiss I thought I would explode Then she ripped my heart into When she showed me her toad tattoo Mississippi girl Mississippi night Mississippi road a little bit of moonlight ribbit, ribbit, but what could I say That Mississippi girl she knows how to play Mississippi girl Mississippi night Mississippi road Mississippi toad Bart Mitchell 6154284422
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