Sucker For A Good Time Lyrics by Brent Cobb
Brent Cobb Lyrics
Well I guess I overdid it, why can't I learn to quit it?
There must be something bred in my bones
I heard a story 'bout my grandpappy
Gettin' down and rollin' till dawn
Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta
The fellas hate to hear my name
'Cause all their pretty girlfriends
Shine 'em lord 'n leave me to blame
Well it's a mean scene, man
You never seen nothin' like it
And I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth
Every time I head south, son
I always come back loose in the tooth
Day's work won't pay
The first down
Might as well set a hook-line
Y'all, it ain't my fault
I'm just a sucker for a good time
She was dressed in Dolce Vita
Alone sipping tequila
Breathtakin'ly gorgeous in pearl
Well you'd a thought a temptress
Was soon to be my company girl
Well the band was slowly swinging
When Jessica came to me
Asked, "When you think you gonna save me a dance?"
In a rattle sense pan well
She whispered "Honey here's you last chance"
She was a left cad, man,
I never had nothin' like her
And I ain't the kind to stretch out a lie
While she was gettin' evil
I was gettin' close to goodbye
Day's work won't pay
The first down
Might as well set a hook-line
Y'all, it ain't my fault
I'm just a sucker for a good time
I was on the way out the back when somethin' caught me
Like a stack of cinderblocks 'cross the jaw
Overhead was a jealous Fred, corn-fed and ready to brawl
Well I finally found my feet after turning the other cheek
Said, "Mr., take it if you want 'cause I'm load'
But just know I didn't know
She had a self a show enough on and on
Day's work won't pay
The first down
Might as well set a hook-line
Y'all, it ain't my fault
I'm just a sucker for a good time
Day's work won't pay
The first down
Might as well set a hook-line
Y'all, it ain't my fault
I'm just a sucker for a good time
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