"Treehouse"

"Treehouse"

A Poem by Working Class Scarecrow
"

it's a song. big deal, wanna fight about it?

"

"Treehouse" for now

very simple... same chords the whole time...
C
   I'm eatin'  "totinos"
F
   in my friends tree-house,
G
    he hit his girlfriend
C
    right in the mouth,

He lives with his mother
his trials on wednesday,
he'll get off scott free
then he'll come drink scotch with me

My job it's not fun
but i need the money,
harsh winters are tempting when it's been
so god damned sunny
and I had a girlfriend
and we had a wedding,
now she has a girlfriend and
it's somewhat upsetting

and she tells me she loves me
but now she's a stripper
I'll tell ya where she dances and
you can go in and tip her
yeah, she tells me she loves me
and that she wants me bad,
I tell her, "tough kid, you
blew every chance you had

whenever I see her
she tells me I'm mean,
I say  "I don't do it on purpose,
but it's what you bring out of me
sometimes i still miss her
and you probably would too
if you knew all the good things
about her I thought i knew

and that's where we are now,
i guess i can't complain
the sun slips behind the clouds again
and  here comes the rain

© 2008 Working Class Scarecrow


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yeah, it's funny... because it's true. every word of it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


"and I had a girlfriend
and we had a wedding,
now she has a girlfriend and
it's somewhat upsetting"

aha, I find this all kinds of amusing.

this has got an almost whimsical quality to it.


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Working Class Scarecrow
Working Class Scarecrow

Portland, OR



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I'm a wannabe singer/songwriter with a heart of gold, I hope to get a book published within the next year or so. I want to travel the world writing and singing songs of hope and truth and freedom a.. more..

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