The Empty Bottle

I was challenged to write a country song today when given the title. So in ten minutes I created this pile of junk. I wrote it under my artist name 'Clem Dogg (the mid-90's rapper stuck in the wrong era)'


“The Empty Bottle”

It’s Thursday night ‘round six o’clock
It’s not late but I’m getting scared
So I tell my wife my bottle’s empty
My bottle is empty and she don’t care

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[] She don’t care
[] ‘Bout my empty bottle
[] I’m outta her mind if I’m outta sight
[] She don’t care
[] ‘Bout my empty bottle
[] When it’s six o’clock on a Thursday night

I’m looking ‘round for another thirst quencher
I’m just not sure if I can find one here
I’m turning over every cabinet, every closet
What do you know, I found a six-pack of beer

[chorus]

I get two beers in and my wife is cleaning
Sooner than later she better make my dinner
She can do laundry while I watch the TV
And it’d sure be nice if she tried to get thinner

[chorus]

Three more beers and my six-pack’s empty
Well, I’m not sure ‘cause I can’t count now
I told my wife to go get me another
But she gone and disappeared somehow

[chorus]
[chorus]

It’s Thursday night ‘round six o’clock
It’s not late but I’m getting scared
So I tell my wife my bottle’s empty
My bottle is empty and she don’t care