Ron Rolo Rummage

Ron Rolo Rummage

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Pop - General | Missouri, United States
Total Song Plays: 647   
Member Since: 2009
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Song Description

regretful of the morning after a big fight with the woman

Story Behind the Song

always heard the expression "eating my words" so I thought it would be appropriate to serve 'em up after a big fight with the woman....

Lyrics

I woke up this mornin', stumbled to the kitchen,
kicked the iron skillet clear across that tile floor...
pain shot through my body, sharp as I envisioned
the damage of the words said before she slammed the door...
past echoes of our shoutin' I could barely piece together
why last night the third world war broke out at home?
now this house is graveyard quiet as I contemplate my diet
I'll be living on as long as I'm alone...

I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs
m' heartburn risin' higher
like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...

well I knew I had it comin' when my foolmouth kept on runnin'
the last thing I remember is she finally called my bluff
through all our years together,
all the stormy weather,
this one blew the roof off when she said she had enough
now I sit here at a table my hand's upon a bottle and I'm
tryin' to wash down words I regret
oh the thought of life without her
it's a poison hard to swallow
and it turns my gut
to think she won't be back

I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs
my heartburn risin' higher
like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...

well I'm sure gettin' my fill
of this lonely full course meal
I'm hungry for the way things use to be
It's a round the clock menu
of the blue plate special blues
with a side of misery that's killin' me....

eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
servin' up a regrets with my ham & eggs

my heartburn risin' higher like flapjacks on a fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
I'll be eatin' my words for breakfast every mornin'
serving a memory that won't digest away
heartburn risin' higher setting my mind on fire
eatin' my words for breakfast everyday...
yeah I'm eatin' my words for breakfast everyday

Song Length
3:45
Genres
Country - Contemporary, Country - Honky Tonk
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Troubled, Irritated

Subject Matter
General, Breaking Up

Similar Artists
Garth Brooks, George Strait
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

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