“Little More Polish”

I can’t seem to get my act together.
I sometimes blame it on bad weather.

I’m like a brass water faucet with a tarnished stem.
A tall oak tree with a broken limb.
I can’t fake it like I used to ‘cuz I’m on my own.
My mom and dad said I can’t come home.
I don’t drink, I don’t smoke and don’t move up in life.
‘Cuz my credit cards are workin’ overtime.
I go wash my truck then get stuck in the mud.
Am I just a dud?

I Need a Little More Polish. Less Fiddle More Rock and Roll.
Gonna Try Hypnotics. They Say That’ll Help My Soul.
Pour Me a Strong Tonic, and Splash It with Some Sweet Country Wine.
I Need a Little More Polish, Right Now On Me So I Can Shine.

I talked this talk way back in the day.
I promised myself I’d get up and play.
No matter what cold blocked my vocal chords.
I’d plow them down like a tractor rewards.
‘Cuz belief’s not really what I’m lacking of.
My talent ratings surely suspicious.
I get a little lit-up in these city lights,
while I’m dressed in my tights.

I Need a Little More Polish. Less Fiddle More Rock and Roll.
Gonna Try Hypnotics. They Say That’ll Help My Soul.
Pour Me a Strong Tonic, and Splash It with Some Sweet Country Wine.
I Need a Little More Polish, Right Now On Me So I Can Shine.

I can’t seem to get my act together.
I always blame it on bad weather.

My life long dreams are startin’ to pass me by.
I’m shotgun ridin’ and my seatbelt’s tight.
Full out throttled blastin’ RPM’s.
I’m gonna jump this bridge then do it again.
‘Cuz I’m headed for the border of this county line.
Breakin’ barriers one last time.
No one can stop me ‘cuz I own their will,
“Yeah I’m a Freakin’ Thrill!”

I Got a Lot More Polished. Hard Fiddle and Twice the Rock and Roll.
I Downed All the Hypnotics. May They Forever Rest My Soul.
I Drank Strong Ass Tonics, and Dowsed ‘em with Some Hill-Billy Wine.
I Got a Lot More Polished, Hot Dubbed On Me So Now I Shine.

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Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin