A Cool Swig of Water

Work in progress song lyrics that intentionally objectify hot country men who drink whiskey, wear cowboy hats, drive tractors, own Beagles, and smell like summer and sweat.


I’ve been writing new lyrics to a country song. At this point, it’s just words although I’ve been toying with a melody in my head. The song takes me back to my youth and my Hoosier roots back in Northern Indiana “When…” as Randy Travis once sang in his “Storms of Life” song, “Love was just a country girl, who lived on down the road.” In any case, I’d be delighted to hear what you think!

Disclaimer: The lyrics below are more up-to-date. This song intentionally objectifies hot country men everywhere who drink whiskey, wear cowboy hats, drive tractors, own Beagles, and smell like sweet summer and hay bales. No intentional likeness to anyone’s persona is intended. (But, if you match the description, good on you!)
A Cool Swig of Water
 
He was whiskey on the rocks or a Thermos of iced tea
He was four on the floor to his fishin' hole
He was John Deere, a back forty, and an ATV
He was Salt of the Earth; someone Mama could trust!
He was tractor and trailer, and gravel and dust

            CHORUS
He wore boots and flannel with a farmer’s tan
He was a cool swig of water, and he was my KIND OF MAN 
But he was like a worn-thin tire on a beat-up truck 
Down to his very last leg with luck
Barstools kept him a sitting duck
With Wild Turkey, and WILDER women…

He was summer and hay bales, and sweet and salty sweat
He was a pitchfork to the heart and a night I can’t forget
He was a dash of remorse, mixed with a pound of regret
Drove me crazy with that bandanna tied around his neck

            CHORUS
He wore boots and flannel with his farmer’s tan
He was a cool swig of water, and he was my KIND OF MAN
But he was like a worn-thin tire on a beat-up truck 
Down to his very last leg with luck
Barstools kept him a sitting duck
With Wild Turkey, and WILDER women…

He wore a ten-gallon hat on his tall, broad frame
He was a cool swig of water and MY KIND OF MAN!
He drank whiskey on the rocks or a Thermos of iced tea
He was four on the floor with a Beagle on his knee
He was backhoe and Bobcat, THE RIGHT MAN FOR ME.

CHORUS
He was boots and leather with a farmer’s tan
He was a cool swig of water and MY KIND OF MAN 
But he was like a worn-thin tire on a beat-up truck
I was looking for love, he was looking for a good (5 second pause) luck
Man oh Man, he was my sitting duck
Slide across the bar, Mister-Part-of-My-Plan
Mister Cool Swig of Water
Mister-MY-KIND-OF-MAN!

 

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