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ROUGH PATCH
Uptempo traditional country song for a male singer with a sense of humour
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 134 (46,909 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 44 (14,216 songs currently listed in Country > Country General)
» highest in sub-genre: # 44 (14,216 songs currently listed in Country > Country General)
Lyrics
ROUGH PATCH
WORDS AND MUSIC BY TERRY FERNIHOUGH
When she dropped me off at work today
I got my kiss goodbye
She wasn’t in a good mood
I didn’t ask her why
Sometimes in the morning
Everything I say is wrong
It’s better to just let her drive
Shut up and ride along
We had a fight the other day
And lord, it was a big one
If looks could kill those eyes of blue
Would have worked like a machine gun
The bullets flew a night or two
Till she ran out of ammunition
A dozen long stemmed roses
Were my first act of contrition
She didn’t really change the locks
I think my key is bent
The bank account is empty
She must have paid the rent
The flowers that I bought her died
I’ll get another batch
It’s not really over
We’re just going through a rough patch
When I called home at lunch
I got the answering machine
There’s a new outgoing message
She forgot to mention me
I left my number at the tone
I’m still waiting on her call
If I had to make an educated guess
She’s at the mall
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge)
I might as well just have another beer
She knows she can always find me here
When she gets home she’ll know I haven’t gone
My clothes will still be strewn across our lawn
Copyright ©2006 by Terry Fernihough
WORDS AND MUSIC BY TERRY FERNIHOUGH
When she dropped me off at work today
I got my kiss goodbye
She wasn’t in a good mood
I didn’t ask her why
Sometimes in the morning
Everything I say is wrong
It’s better to just let her drive
Shut up and ride along
We had a fight the other day
And lord, it was a big one
If looks could kill those eyes of blue
Would have worked like a machine gun
The bullets flew a night or two
Till she ran out of ammunition
A dozen long stemmed roses
Were my first act of contrition
She didn’t really change the locks
I think my key is bent
The bank account is empty
She must have paid the rent
The flowers that I bought her died
I’ll get another batch
It’s not really over
We’re just going through a rough patch
When I called home at lunch
I got the answering machine
There’s a new outgoing message
She forgot to mention me
I left my number at the tone
I’m still waiting on her call
If I had to make an educated guess
She’s at the mall
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge)
I might as well just have another beer
She knows she can always find me here
When she gets home she’ll know I haven’t gone
My clothes will still be strewn across our lawn
Copyright ©2006 by Terry Fernihough
