Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: A Little Song I Wrote...

Rattlesnake by Chase Elliott Clark

(tuning guitar)

This is a song I wrote when I was going for a drive through the back roads of where I’m from.

It was late at night time (or early in the morning). And I caught a flat. And I didn’t have a spare. So I said “fuckit” and I walked home. And tripped over a goddamn rattle snake in the dark. No flashlight.

(continues tuning guitar)

anywho it goes a little something like this…

(ahem)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I wrote me this song
and it didn’t take long
cause there was so much I’d had left to say

leftover from the night
that we had our big fight
and I drove home the following day

with the sun in my eyes
yeah I just about cried
but I couldn’t because I was numb

and it’s lasted for days
cause you pay for your ways
and it’s double-e so when it’s love

oh the nights here are longer
and you pour your drinks stronger
and you chase all your water with wine
and there’s nothing to say
about the one who got away
but she’s gone and has been for sometime
and you count all the ways
that things could’ve been changed
but you know you’re just wasting your time
so just pick yourself up and say “who gives a fuck”
and go put another hook on your line

so you’re piss drunk again
and the girls at the inn
are out calling your name from the stairs

and they challenge your pride
and guess your johnson size
cause they know just what’s grindin your gears

but your better than that
plus, middle one’s fat
and they’re ugly and dirty to boot

so just tip down your hat
wave goodbye and then skat
cause you’ll catch a lot more than the blues

oh now your almost home
couple miles left to go
and you’re aching from shoulder to shoe

and you’re moving so slow
that you don’t even know
…what the f***…
F*** F*** F***
IS THAT A F****** RATTLE SNAKE?!

omg…omg…omg i almost died…holy sh*t

(ahem)

thank you.

(c chord)
(applause)

Her Two Cents

And the rattlesnakes sing,
“Don’t tread on me, you drunken cowboy, our song is plainly sung
boots are made for walkin’, so quit your jive talkin’,
put a hook on the line, you’ll do just fine.
Now get back on the road and let us be!”

Her Two Cents

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