Country Music Lyrics
Bobby Lee Goosey
Bobby Lee Goosey
Getting
Rich
Baby left me,
Long-gone honey,
Found a man with
Hog-farm money.
Living out near Abeline,
Swilling up her hog-farm dream.
Think I miss her? Think I ache?
I’m getting rich off old heartbreak.
First Refrain:
Getting rich
off break-up,
Crawling down that Lonesome Lane,
She’s out there in hog-farm heaven,
I’m here getting rich on pain.
Writing music,
Plinking guitar,
Drinking Jack and
Selling sighs,
Turned the tables on you, woman,
Making moolah off your lies.
Think I miss your fat backside?
I’ve found me a new joyride.
Second Refrain:
Getting rich off heartache,
Crawling down that Lonesome Lane,
Setting here and swilling J.D.,
Getting rich off blues and pain.
I sell songs to Willie Nelson,
Ole Hank Jr. buys ‘em too,
Willie wails them tunes so lonesome,
Ole Hank sings ‘em Jim Beam blue.
Think I miss her ugly face?
I’m fine here in my new headspace.
Repeat First Refrain
I write songs and drink straight
J.D.,
Too high class for Jim B., son,
I drank Jim when I was poorfolks,
Now ole buddy Jack’s the one,
Think I want her back with me?
I’m getting rich off misery.
Repeat Second Refrain
Hope she stays out on that hog
farm,
If she comes back I might slow down,
Got to keep on writing sad songs,
Can’t afford to not be low down,
Got to write ‘em fast, can’t slow down,
Getting rich off lonesome blues.
Third Refrain:
Getting rich on gloom and woe,
Stumbling down ole Heartbreak Lane,
Hope she stays there, hog-farm ho,
Ain’t life great with Jack and pain?
Baby left me,
Long-gone honey,
Found a man with
Hog-farm money.
Living out near Abeline,
Swilling up her hog-farm dream.
Think I miss her? Think I ache?
I’m getting rich off old heartbreak.
Crawling down that Lonesome Lane,
She’s out there in hog-farm heaven,
I’m here getting rich on pain.
Plinking guitar,
Drinking Jack and
Selling sighs,
Turned the tables on you, woman,
Making moolah off your lies.
Think I miss your fat backside?
I’ve found me a new joyride.
Crawling down that Lonesome Lane,
Setting here and swilling J.D.,
Getting rich off blues and pain.
Ole Hank Jr. buys ‘em too,
Willie wails them tunes so lonesome,
Ole Hank sings ‘em Jim Beam blue.
Think I miss her ugly face?
I’m fine here in my new headspace.
Too high class for Jim B., son,
I drank Jim when I was poorfolks,
Now ole buddy Jack’s the one,
Think I want her back with me?
I’m getting rich off misery.
If she comes back I might slow down,
Got to keep on writing sad songs,
Can’t afford to not be low down,
Got to write ‘em fast, can’t slow down,
Getting rich off lonesome blues.
Stumbling down ole Heartbreak Lane,
Hope she stays there, hog-farm ho,
Ain’t life great with Jack and pain?
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