Neccos For Breakfast The Country Song
Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.
I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch,
in my rockin’ chair
And sing ‘till the cows come in.
I swore to my mother The day I was born,
I’d never like country music.
And I swore to my mother the day I turned 16
Not even a girl could change my mind.
Well I said these things in all sincerity,
And I meant what I said at the time.
But due to some recent developments,
Dear mother I’m afraid I lied!
Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.
I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch,
in my rockin’ chair
And sing ‘till the cows come in.
Well, I got myself into my friend’s new car
And she put on Shania Twain.
“Take it out!” I said, but she said
“Uh-Uh, I’m gonna play it again.”
So I said to myself “If I gotta listen,
I might as well look at the cover.”
Well I took one look And I said to myself…
“Huh. She could be my . . .”
Mother I’m sorry, but I’m givin’ in.
I’m givin’ Count-ery music a spin.
So I can sit on my front porch
in my rockin’ chair
And sing ‘till the cows come in.
