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Hotter Than Biscuits
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Guitar/vocal demo of an uptempo rocking country song about a guy's run-in with a particulary hot girl. Written by me, performed by Jason Bowen.
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Country, Pop, Southern Rock, Songwriter
I'm a songwriter in Nashville. My music ranges from country to southern rock to pop. I don't have aspirations of being an artist. I'll leave that up to the pros and hopefully get a cut or two one day. All songs here are copywrited by me and any other co-writers or publishers involved with any particular song. If you're an artist and want to cut one of my songs, please contact me for information regarding permission and licensing. Thanks!
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country General
Charts
Peak #183
Peak in subgenre #53
Author
Bill Seymour
Rights
2003
Uploaded
June 03, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The hook was a phrase a college friend used all the time and I always knew I'd have to use it in a song...I came up with the story and just tried to paint a picture. And everyone knows the perfect woman knows how to rack pool balls--the right way.
Lyrics
Cruisin' Saturday night Sittin' at a red light When something caught my eye It was a muddy machine Driver stayin' unseen Ridin' way up high I glanced over to see Ever so smoothly And right about eye level I saw a long pair of tan legs an ankle tattoo And two bare feet on the pedals Chorus: She wore a little tank top In a Jeep with the doors off Rollin' with a ragtop Bumper sticker sayin' back off She drove a CJ-7 with a six inch lift kit I knew I was toast Cause she was hotter than biscuits Well she caught my stare Lookin' at her red hair And she gave me a wink Pointed up the street Sayin' follow me About the time the light turned green She pulled into this dive I followed her inside And called for straight black label Then she handed me pool cue Hollered who's next Put her money down on the table Chorus: She could rack the pool balls Held the table till the last call Never missed the eight ball Felt like I was about to fall For a pool shootin' four wheelin' red headed vixen I knew I was toast Cause she was hotter than biscuits Bridge: She slipped off to the ladies' room I waited for an hour in that saloon Spent the whole time plannin' my attack But I don't think she's comin' back Chorus: She wore a little tank top Got in a Jeep with the doors off Laid rubber on the asphalt Hit the road and just took off The bartender yelled looks like she ditched ya I knew I was toast Cause she was hotter than biscuits She was hotter than biscuits Hotter than biscuits (I knew that girl was trouble)
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