re: Best line or two of lyrics ever....

quote:

---

Lower 48: Married my cousin up in Arkansas Married two more when I got to Utah Married two more when I got to Utah, yeah Cracklins: I was eatin cracklins as the Feds were closin in They watched the water as my car went rollin in The dragged the river and notified my next of kin But brother pigs do fly and so can a man When he's full of fried pork skins

---

Gourds have some awesome stuff

quote:

---

He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
2 comin out his head and one between his legs
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught

---

Blood of the Ram

And when I'm called up yonder
And it's my time to go
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe

TVZ:
Living's mainly wasting time
I waste my share of mine
But it never feels too good
So let's don't take too long

Jason Boland:
Jesus got my heart but whiskey's got my liver
Floatin' through life like a raft on the river

And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.

quote:

---

But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair,
Such a long, long time to be gone
and a short time to be there

Grateful Dead - Box of Rain (Robert Hunter Lyrics)

---

Reckless Kelly
Well her boyfriend was sure nice to me
He said, Calm down, would you like a drink?
And then I shot him full of holes from his nose to his knees
And I polished off my little sweet pea

Now I'll prob'ly get life and serve at least forty
But I'm never gettin' over Jolie

Merle
Misery and drinks don't mix too well
Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells

Boland
The rays of light thru my Shinner Bock bottle
make me wanna turn the keys and put down the throttle
and get lost down 35

Jones
As you turn to walk away
and as the door behind you closes
the only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses

Jamey Johnson
That mornin sun made its way
through the windshield of my chevorlet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road

What the hell did I do last night
thats the story of my life
like tryin to remember words
to a song nobody wrote

Eric Church
Now me and my brother go to see him some times
But he don't have much to say anymore
So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D.
Here's to a long line of sinners like me

My two candidates:

quote:

---

For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

---

quote:

---

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye

---

These times can take their toll sometimes
And I know you feel the same way too
It just gets so hard to keep between the ditches
When the roads wind the way they do.

Keep your drawers on girl, it ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop em I'll be gone
And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life.

Talking toughs easy when it's other people's evil
and your judging what they do or don't believe
Seems to me you'd have to a hole in your own
to point a finger at somebody else's sheet.

Uncle Frank couldn't read or write
So there was no note or letter found when he died
Just a rope around his neck and the kitchen table turned on it's side.

I've seen my past in everything I despise
I see my future and I'm scared to close my eyes
Is that my ghost that I see in my fears
Or just my reflection in my mama's tears.

Belly up and arch your back
Well, I ain't really falling asleep, I'm fading to black.

Don't let em take who you are boy
And don't try to be who you ain't
And don't let me catch you at Kendale
With a bucket of wealthy man's paint.

He told some stories of camaros and JW Dant
When I got a little older I wouldn't and now Daddy can't.

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain who will ever hear my songs?
Who's gonna mow the cemetery when all of my family's gone?
Who will Mom and Daddy find to continue the family name?
Who will stand there taking credit, who's gonna lay there passing blame.

And the younguns all turned to karaoke
Hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars.

I won't back down.

Thomas Petty.

Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome.
If you got a fricking death wish I'm a genie it'll get done