Jerry Angel - LeAnn and Burned Man Cave

Sunrise paints the desert red, another headache in my head
Came home late, boys' night out, poker chips scattered 'round about
But the welcome mat ain't "Howdy, dear," it's a trail of scorch marks, crystal clear
Seems my F-150's got a new paint job, courtesy of lighter fluid, sob

She's a firecracker, that's for sure, a walking hurricane, I can't endure
My man cave's a charcoal briquette dream, LeAnn Rimes posters sing a mournful scream
My best shirt's a tattered flag, my boots are crispy critter snacks
But hey, at least the beer is cold, gotta give credit where credit's owed, folks!

Phone buzzes like a rattlesnake, "Where you been, you no-good jake?
Dinner's cold, the dishes ain't done, and the roof's still missing half the sun!"
Gotta hand it to her, she's a force of nature, a tornado disguised in perfume and glitter
But maybe that's what keeps life spicy, a little chaos, a touch of dicey

Don't get me wrong, I love the gal, even if she drives me up the wall
She's got a heart of gold, a fiery soul, and a temper that could melt a coal truck whole

She's a firecracker, that's for sure, a walking hurricane, I can't endure
My man cave's a charcoal briquette dream, LeAnn Rimes posters sing a mournful scream
My best shirt's a tattered flag, my boots are crispy critter snacks
But hey, at least the beer is cold, gotta give credit where credit's owed, folks!

Written by:
Jari Ängeslevä

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