Johnny Landa, Jr., Songwriter

Johnny Landa, Jr., Songwriter

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Country - Contemporary | Houston, Texas, United States
Total Song Plays: 1,101   
Member Since: 2006
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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Song Description

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Story Behind the Song

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Verse 1:
I saw that look on your face, when I first brought her home
And I was pretty sure I heard you groan
With her red high heels, and curves like a country road
She had me in sensory overload

You said that tramp don?t have the class
To put a napkin on her lap
But we gone to the courthouse anyway
And now for the words a man hates to say . . .

You were right about her, mama!
First time I turned my back she was runnin? around
You were right about her, mama!
My pickup truck is gone, & she?s skipped town

And the worst part of all, don?t you know
Is hearin? you tell me . . . you told me so. . .
you told me so. . . you told me so

Verse 2:
Now they whisper behind my back, when I go to the grocery store
And I?m humiliated to the core
I guess I should have known I couldn?t handle the likes of her
But her tattoo rose and fishnet hose, they made me stir

Pre-Chorus 2:
You said that girl don?t have the brains
To know cheap whiskey from champagne
But I took the low road anyway
And now for the words a man hates to say . . .

Repeat Chorus

Six whole weeks of matrimony,
But you couldn?t call it holy
I hate like hell to admit it
But I know you?ll never let me forget it

Repeat Chorus

Song Length
Country - Contemporary, Country - Traditional
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal

Subject Matter

2000 and later

Lyric Credits Johnny Landa, Jr.
Music Credits Johnny Landa, Jr.
Producer Credits Demo by Beaird Productions
Performance Credits Tim Buppert on vocals