Jim Ferrie / Studiodawgs Productions
Get Down, Get On Your Knees
Lyrics
Copyright © 2013 Jim Ferrie Music / Studiodawgs

My Brother's been a character
I guess since he was born
A liar, cheat and hard to beat
If his runnin' game was on
That asshole lied to both Mom and me
With a twinkle in his eye
And that same twinkle caught Li'l Billie-Jo Jones
And she married him last July

Deceit and lies wins an empty prize
If the liar gets away
My Brother been nailin' this skank downtown
Until that fateful day
When Billie-Jo tailed his SUV
And discovered what she'd been dreadin'
When Brother came home, Billie'd got it on
With a shotgun to his head'n

She said get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!

Well, Brother's taken by surprise
At Billie-Jo's aggressive stance
He let out a yelp and a gasp and a fart
And I think he might'a shit his pants
And Billie-Jo said I think I'll let
The shotgun do the talkin'
Then go downtown and blow away
That skank you been putin' your cock in

So get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!

He was sobbin' an' snottin' an' dribblin' an' wailin'
An' promisin' his life away
Repentin' for all his wayward failin's
And he'd make it up to her in any way
She wanted and until his dyin' day
He would be true
Which was just as well coz
She had him by the balls
And his face was turnin' blue

She said get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!

(She said) This shotgun turn you on?
You sorry asshole, you disgrace
Yeah pointin' somethin' long and hard
Got you trouble in the first damn place
So I'm gonna put this weapon down
You ain't worth the jail time, honey
So get your sad ass right outta town
And leave me all your money

(So) She said get up, get off your knees
Coz you ain't worth the air your breathe
You ain't a respectable male
And you sure ain't worth the time in jail, but
You better run before I count to three
She said you better run before I count to three
She said you better run before I count to three
She said you better run before I count to ONE TWO THREE!
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Jim Ferrie
Music Credits: Jim Ferrie
Producer Credits: Jim Ferrie
Publisher Credits: Jim Ferrie Music
Performance Credits: Jim Ferrie
Description
Story Behind the Song:
Comedy country song about infidelity and the price of looking down the barrel of an angry wife's shotgun.
Metadata
Song Length: 4:14
Primary Genre: Country-Traditional
Secondary Genre: Unique-Comedy
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Dysfunctional Relations
Subject Matter 2: Comedy, Funny
Mood 1: Fuming
Mood 2: Distressed
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later
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