Story Behind The Song

Real life story.

Song Description

Just the angst of a big job staring you in the face, and when you're really counting on someone to help, and they don't come through----Oh yeah!

Lyrics

Tammy

If you want it all done right
You can always do it yourself
But I laid down some money
And hired some help

God, Tammy won't you please
Help me ease all my stress
Got me buried to the neck
In a paper trail mess

So I gotta show her how
Put that little girl to work
'Cause she knows I'm the boss
Makes me feel like a jerk

I'm waiting on Tammy
'Til she comes around
Such a good girl when she wants to
Tammy, don't let me down

Eyes start to ponder
When her mind gets to wander
'Til she sees I get hip
And start to get on to her

Nose to the grindstone, Tammy
Eyes on the prize
You've got to dig in real deep
To see what's inside

I'm waiting on Tammy
'Til she comes around
Such a good girl when she wants to
Tammy, don't let me down

It's written on my face
You got the run of the place
When I'm all tied up
Putting smiles on their face

God, Tammy won't you please
Help me ease all my stress
'Cause I'm buried to the chin
In a paper trail mess

Spinning on the grindstone
Tammy, eyes on the prize
You've got to dig in real deep
To see what's inside

I'm waiting on Tammy
'Til she comes around
Such a good girl when she wants to
Tammy, don't let me down

I'm waiting on Tammy
Waiting on Tammy
Waiting on Tammy
Tammy, don't let me down.