Originally Posted By: David Snyder
Boys, I'm gonna help y'all here because I AM the master of reason and rhyme in downtown Nashville today and my name is Tater Totts.

I just read these lyrics over the phone to my Nashville buddies and they told me I was one of a kind. Never to be imitated, never to be beaten. And I think they are right.

So, I wrote the beginning of a song so you fellers can make some peace. There ain't one word of mauldin Dan Folgelberg mediocrity in my song. Hell no. All there is is this: straight up country genius from a man who knows what he's doing, and who knows what the ladies want to hear. Also, I know how to strap on a Tele and turn up the dial on a Twin. Y'all might want to try that sometime.

I want you boys to finish this and record it together and get yourselves a damned hit for God's sake because all this nonsense is driving me crazy and I have some serious hard-core drinking and songwriting to do.

Finish it out:

Arms Too Short
By Tater Totts

V1

Two men walked into a bar
Fighting for a song
So much blood on a bar room floor
I can’t tell who was wrong
I thought of redneck music
Back from yesterday
George Strait, and Hank, and Jerry
And that chubby boy Conway
Maybe it was 1969
But it don’t matter anyway

CH

Cause your arms
Too short to box with God
Just shut up and do what I say
With your stubby little fingers
You’ll never learn to play
And you’ll never get my message anyway

V2

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--TATER "NASHVILLE" TOTTS


Sorry, I got nothin' here... I just thought this was kinda funny.

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