Archie Anderson

Archie Anderson

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Lyrics

I Miss My Darlin'

Written By: Archie Anderson

I miss my darlin’
Who I adore
And I miss my wife
Even more
Got caught red handed and disowned
Should’ve left well enough alone
Thought I was clever but I didn’t figure
They would’ve known
They had met one day at the beauty parlor
Figured it out and hired a darn good lawyer
Took all my money, then they threw me
Out the door

Bridge:
Now you’d think I’d learned me a lesson about cheatin’ and lyin’
And all them self help books Dr. Phil selling I ain’t buying
I can’t afford to anyway
With the alimony I have to pay
I’m gonna earn it back some day
Or die tryin’

Yeah, I miss my darling
Who I adore
And I miss my wife
Even more
Now singing this song well it ain’t easy
Just thinking about them makes me a little queasy
I had it all, took such a fall
Man, it makes me dizzy
They took my truck and all my money
And if you think this song is still funny
Life’s a bitch, when you ain’t as rich
As before

Now I miss all my money
Even more

My Old Man

Written By: Archie Anderson

My Old Man
I’d love to see him again
He taught me how to laugh and sing
My Old Man

My Old Man
My Mom’s best friend
They loved each other ‘til the end
My Old Man

Chorus:
The miles in between
Kept me from seeing him
And now he’s gone
But I’m glad we had that time together
The day before
On the telephone

My Old Man
He made me what I am
I wish he could meet my new son Sam
My Old Man

My Old Man
A teacher to many
And to those in need, he’d give his last penny
My Old Man

Bridge:
I look at my children
And I can see him in their eyes
He loved to spend time with them
Hating those goodbyes
It’s hard that he’s gone
It hurts when I’m alone
But, good memories never die

My Old Man
I’ll see you again
In heaven where the angels sing
My Old Man

Better Things To Do

Written By: Archie Anderson

Looking in the mirror and seeing better days are not that far behind
And what you said about being true, hasn’t helped to ease my mind
All my existence tells me I was alright ‘til I fell for you
Time won’t wait for me, and I got better things to do.

Ruby turned one hundred on a cold November’s day
She’s pushing a hundred and four now, just home from a rough hospital stay
The doctor told her at her age he couldn’t guarantee to see her through
So Ruby said, “I’m going home, ‘cause I got better things to do.”

Chorus:
What’s the point of worrying about who wins the race and who will lose?
No more running in place while wearing my dress shoes
So when life throws you a curve and the choices seem few
Time won’t wait for us and there’s better things to do.

The world can seem a scary place to my two girls of twelve and fourteen
And we don’t need more talking heads interpreting the political scene
There’s always someone trying to change my point of view
I’m not listening. I’ve got better things to do.

Chorus:
What’s the point of worrying about who wins the race and who will lose?
No more running in place while wearing my dress shoes
So when life throws you a curve and the choices seem few
Time won’t wait for us and there’s better things to do.
Time won’t wait for me, ‘cause I got better things to do.