All About Romance By Rok Dog (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) I’m all about romance, I am that cowboy who be crushing it. Gentleman with class and cooth, smooth operator, never rushing it. I’m all about Romance, always take a minute to admire. All about Romance, Love a picnic and a fire. I’m a bad boy at heart, but love to slow down and chill. I’m a Stoney’s rocking country type, smooth type, I promise I will! Dance with your lady, flirtatiously smile. I love me some line dancing, the Elegance in style. (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) Treat your lady special, always remind her she is pretty. Something about a night at Stoney’s rocking country, damn I love this city! Attentive and aware, I love a connection of the Soul. I guess I’m like the bad boy of romance, that’s just how I roll. I love women of beauty, women of class. I love a woman with a body, beautiful face and nice ask! Me a question, i’ll give you the truth. I love seduction on the dance floor and also in the booth. (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) I’m all about living, dancing and having fun. Remember if you don’t treat her right, I just may be the one. Line dancing as a date, learn to speak without talking. I love those spin around moves, Stutter Steps like walking. K steps as you count, V steps looking smooth. I am all about romance, and I am feeling this groove. (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!) (I’m all about Romance, Country Life and living. I may be a bad boy at heart, but I am loving and giving!)

Backpack On The Run By Rok Dog The dark days of blues! {electric guitar and banjo solo} (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) Fried, smashed, or toasted, top of the morning to the bottom of the glass. One more shot, hair of the dog, last night kicked my ass! The show was at the shore, seaside, by the beach. My backpack was about 110, brunette sexy, Jersey Little Peach! At this day and time, my life was all about playing! My backpack was cheating on her husband, my wife knew she wasn’t staying! Hot little mommy, she had the perfect chest and hiney. Much love to the big girls, I like mine Burnett, tight and Tiny! I always lived life with the attitude, you do what you want. I ride a ZX 14 in chaps with a half helmet, smoking a blunt! {electric guitar and banjo solo} (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) I’m not saying it was right, that’s just how I was living. I am all about the good times, you get the energy you are giving. This is the story about my jersey life, now in Vegas I am living. Shot after shot, it was like watching the Hulk transform. Went from the cutest ball of sunshine, to a tornado type storm. This chick went crazy, like a backpack on the Run. The crazy thing was, it was early, and the night is only just begun. I’m talking vulgar and trashy, hanging on my friends like a slob. The next mood was crying, poor me, nobody loves me, it was like it was her job. Straight up got crazy, Twisted the mood for the night. I took a sexy backpack out looking for a good time! she seems down the fight! {electric guitar and banjo solo} (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) She was a Jersey girl, actually originally from Philly. I had only hit a couple times, she is straight Wild crazy and silly. Went to the bathroom, she disappeared for the night. She was a hot little backpack, grew wings and took flight. My night got better, I smoked and drank with some friends. Did I tell you my backpack was crazy! You’ll never guess how the story ends! She was a cocaine whore, was looking for people with Coke! I had no idea! It was just a backpack I was hitting, oh and she liked to smoke. She went on a 3-day bender, got arrested and committed. I Backed off, let her run her course, now she’s dead the rest is omitted. {electric guitar and banjo solo} (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books) (My Backpack was sexy, definitely one to make you look! They say you live and you learn, this chick was one for the books)

True Biker Babe By Rok Dog (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) I live my life a little different, I do what I want and what I feel! I treat everybody with respect until taught otherwise, karma is real! I feel like I have wings to fly, and two wheels to roll. I think this girl now understands addiction, I can feel it in my soul! I wish I could ride all day! I wish I could ride all night! I wish I could ride when I’m feeling mellow, and when I am down to fight! Be what you want to be, do what you want to do. There is nothing more badass, than truly being you! {banjo solo} (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) I never rely on no man, I’ll always get there myself. Not a patch members trophy, this girl is not made for a shelf I am a true biker babe, love riding with my click. A bunch of badass biker babes, and I’m one of those chicks. I get stronger every day, I’ve been picking myself up for years. Nothing hotter and more sexy than a chick who rides, shows she faces her fears! For some it is just a motorcycle, for me it is a mode of being. It is my therapy, my meditation, my positive mind for seeing! {banjo solo} (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) It helped me find my spirituality, I love when the wind kisses my face. Sometimes it’s music depending, whether I go slow or I race! Live how you want, be unique, and be yourself. Treat others how you want to be treated, spirituality Is wealth! Sometimes I ride solo, sometimes I ride with a click. Sometimes I ride in silence to hear the roar of the motor, I am that chick. Some fear death, I just fear not living! I promise if you respect the rules of karma, you will always get what you are giving. {banjo solo} (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!) (I am a true biker babe, not some backpack for a dude! I ride my own ride, not lips too cheeks, not trying to be rude!)

Muddy Buddy By Rok Dog (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) My muddy buddy is special, beer belly and funny. If it wasn’t for his side by side addiction, he would have a lot more money! My muddy buddy is different, he smokes drinks and stinks! Funny as can be, tells you his thoughts, as he thinks. My muddy buddy is harmless, we love cruising through the trails. kind of like a redneck connection! my muddy buddy is my pal! A true type friend, would always help out another. He is my muddy buddy, my true trail riding brother. Muddy Buddies are different, always clowning and joking. My muddy buddy likes to drink beer, I am into toking. (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) Riders from all over, state to state. We all have Muddy Buddies, much love, no hate. Our humors a little twisted, but it’s always about fun. The hater maker Sports a BBC sticker, all in good fun. Jokes all day, even tie your razor to a tree. My muddy buddy ain’t nothing to look at, but sure is a G. Some fat, some skinny, some short and some tall. When it’s time for some riding, you know the muddy buddy you are going to call! (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) Good times together, the stories, memories and laughter. Sometimes he goes a little far, he doesn’t realize it until after! No harm in his ways, he has no filter when he talks. My muddy buddy is special, he kind of Waddles when he walks Muddy Buddies are different, weather in a truck, side by side or Jeep. Got to love those trailer up getaways, been looking forward to it all week Crack a beer and a smile, it’s about having a little fun. Are you a little muddy buddy are you that special one? (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!) (He is my muddy buddy, my buddy from the sticks. He doesn’t smell too good, and not too good at picking up chicks!)

Southern Belle By Rok Dog (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) She is a country cutie, a true southern belle. The body, the manners, the ability to put you under a spell. Western style Ryder, barrel racer and Tiny! The most beautiful face, and the most perfect of Hiney! She is a country cutie, a true Southern Belle. A damn good trick rider, be careful of that spell. Country girls are different, I love the cuteness and the charm. I love them dressed up and looking cute, and dirty from the farm. She is a country cutie, a true Southern Belle. I can go on and on with the positives, I have so much to tell. (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) Country women are different, skills riding and in the kitchen. The type that sees you struggling in the yard, and comes out to pitch in! A true Southern gem, like a SHINY diamond in the dirt. Always classy and respectful, never to flirtatious when she flirts. The type of country girl that can make hay while it’s raining. Muck a stall, saddle a horse, no complaining. She is a country cutie, a true Southern Belle. I think it’s cute when she gets mad and Stomps her feet, but never yells. (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) Respect it both ways, if not she’s leaving. Country women have dads in their life, you will be the one grieving! I warned you of the spell, it’s like magic in the eyes. Waking up to a country woman, is like waking to The Bluest of Skies. Country women are different! I’m talking down to their roots! Don’t fall for the fake ones, looking good in daisy dukes and Boots! Country women are different, remember we still have catfish and critters. Some with no teeth, chew tobacco and are spitters. (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!) (Goodness gracious, she’s like the most sweetest of honey! Find yourself a country cutie, a southern belle! paydirt! that’s money!)

Life In The Sticks By Rok Dog (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) Life In The Sticks, beer, trucks and hot chicks. Cowboy hats and some blue jeans, That’s Life In The Sticks. Country life is different, we all seem to stick together. It’s something about a few horses in the field, and that cowboy hat of leather. Life in the sticks, the smell of the farm. No disrespect and no drama, Kids raised with charm. Respect for elders, parents still in control. It’s something about that Country Life, That’s just How We Roll! (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) [Banjo,drum solo] No riots in our streets, maybe a tractor and some cattle. Life In The Sticks, it’s a blessing not a battle. City life is grimy, friends and neighbors would loot you! Try that in the Sticks, I promise my neighbors will shoot you. Family values and morals, parents still involved. A little bit of accountability, and so many problems could be solved. Country Life is living, feeling happy and feeling free. A couple acres and some animals, this life is for me! (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) [Banjo, drum solo] Life In The Sticks, a comforting feeling inside. That feeling as a parent, when you watch your child saddle up and ride. Country life is different, family’s still go to church and dinner. The swimming hole in the summer, and those big bonfires in the winter. Far from perfect, but way better than the city. No hoochie mamas, but we have country girls looking pretty. The choice is yours, but I love living in the Sticks. Guns, beer, patriotism and oh those hot chicks. [Banjo drum solo] (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) (Country life is different, no Street takeovers or looting! Life In The Sticks is about good times and shooting!) {banjo, drum solo}

Mama Was Crazy By Rok Dog (Momma was crazy, justifiably so. I was always in some kinda trouble, just so you know!.) Momma tried, she always gave it her all. Tough little lady, you always new when she would call. Out your name, her Tone was stated. This Was like the early nineteen eighties, so now it is dated. Momma tried, the struggle was real. Quick little breakdown here is the deal. Four boys in the house, always fighting and yelling. I was in the middle i was the one rebelling. Momma tried, her hand, fly swatters and sticks. Something was up with those nineteen seventies, chicks. I get i got but she wasn’t even a drunk. Its like she hated us living, like we put her in that funk. Momma trierd, belittling and screaming. I would hear her beating my little brothers. Sometimes I would think I was dreaming. Nightmares of terror, mark’s and bruises too hide. (Mamma tried is bullshit, i really just lied.) Fake and phony she had no friends of her own. Drop out from high school about as smart as a stone. (Momma was crazy, justifiably so. I was always in some kinda trouble, just so you know!) Momma was crazy, but taught me to take a beating. In front of others, she was like a whole different person you would be meeting! Loving and sweet, fake smile and hello. Like really, what F***! She can be mellow? Untreated bipolar, mental disorder. Birthed those sons, never had a daughter. Momma is crazy, negative and always yapping. I would never do it, but I picture shutting her up by slapping. Momma was small town, married big money. Now with a big house and new cars , this was far from funny. Momma was crazy, we would all look at pops and wonder. If that was me, I would have put her under. The deck, the pool even a planted tree. (Momma was crazy, justifiably so. I was always in some kinda trouble, just so you know!.) She taught me a lot, actually how not to be, I don’t hate her I love her, i’ll even thank her for the lessons. Because of her, I can control my aggression. Momma was evil, i can’t even try to defend. Out of respect I do it, I force myself to send. Wishes of wellness, because we are just not the same. Momma was a crazy bitch momma is insane. Sneaky and conniving always trying to get one by. It was always about her.Don’t even give it a try. To talk about yourself, she wouldn’t even listen. Momma could die tomorrow, and none of us would be missing. I can respect the struggle, just not the ways. They always say, things were different back in the days. (Momma was crazy, justifiably so. I was always in some kinda trouble, just so you know!.)

The Drunk By Rok Dog (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!) (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!) He said I gave up hard liquor, I’m only drinking beer. I said the only thing that is different is the amount of piss! let me be clear. Stories from a drunk, on a bender or in denial. Yeah, I know what’s wrong with a few beers after work?, that’s your style! Everything is a reason, toast to the weather, day or season. If this was crack pills or heroin, I would say you are geezing. He said he gave up hard liquor, does he listen to himself speak. It’s something about watching a drunks personality change, and that slur in their speech. Ain’t nothing wrong with a good time, until you let it control you. I am a tough love son of a gun, only one time will I console you. I can no longer sit silent, your road is looking dark and dreary. I already feel better knowing I spoke my mind, hope it helps you see more clearly. He said he gave up hard liquor, everything is with a drink. When he does not come around you because you are not a drinker, it kind of makes you think! People places and things, that deep inner strength to fight it. That feeling when addiction calls, I can’t even write it. (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!) (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!) Cold sweats and heat flashes, body and mind screaming. The most horrific nightmare, wishing you were dreaming. He said I gave up hard liquor, I am only drinking beer. I am standing at the coroner’s office, shedding yet another tear. I wish times were different, but maybe you can share this with a friend I am off to bury another loved one, so for now this is the end. (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!) (There is 12 steps to sober, and you’re still tripping on one. Dancing with the devil as you drink and drive, like Russian roulette with a gun!)

Forever In Our Hearts By Rok Dog (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.) (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.) No parents should bury a child, that pain when they grieve. The unanswered questions, the anger when they leave. Forever in our hearts, 22 or 23. Addiction or a good time, it’s all poison to me. Forever and ever, hold them true to my heart. Most parents unanswered question where did I go wrong, where did it start? (Forever and ever, Forever 21! 16 17 or 18, this song hurts, it’s not fun!) (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.) (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.) They say God has a plan, and everything happens for a reason. When I awake to a beautiful day, I say damn he loved this season. Forever 24, forever 25! be grateful for today be grateful you are alive. Addiction sucks, takes every race religion and Creed. We can’t forget the ones who were poisoned or suicide, that makes my heart bleed. (Forever and ever, Forever 21! 16 17 or 18, this song hurts, it’s not fun!) (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.) (Forever in our hearts, you never know somebody’s pain. You may be standing in sunshine, but they are standing in thunderstorms and rain.)