Billy Wayne Gee

Billy Wayne Gee

 Leander, Texas, USA
SoloCountryRock

I am a singer/songwriter living in Austin, TX. I have been writing songs on and off for most of my life. I play the guitar and keyboards and perform live whenever my professional life affords me the time. My writing styles are very diverse with a focus on story songs, americana, country and humorous topics. Over the past year, my wife and I began co-writing together regularly and that has added an interesting color to our latest tunes.

Band Members

  • Billy Wayne Gee Pianist

Other Info

Cover band: 
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Lyrics

The King of Me

Written By: Billy Wayne Gee

The King of Me © 2012 - Words and Music by Billy Wayne Gee

I sit in my easy chair and I watch the evening news
War and crime and politics give me the nighttime network blues
My boss thinks he’s Adolph Hitler; and I hate my divorce decree
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind to be The King of Me


I’m gonna sail down to the islands and find a little piece of land
I’m gonna sit out by the ocean and bury my feet down in the sand
I’ll watch the sea gulls flying and ships sailing out to sea
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind to be The King of Me


I’ll open a little t-shirt shop in a tiny tourist town
I’ll show up to work by noon and start the party when the sun goes down
I’ll have two girls in bikinis on each arm for all to see
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind and be The King of Me


My friends all ask why I quit work and called my boss a brainless jerk
Why I sold my house and everything inside
I just laugh and slap their back; I’m avoiding my next heart attack
Down where this world and me will not collide

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I’ll watch the sea gulls flying and ships sailing out to sea
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind to be The King of Me
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind
I’m gonna leave this crazy world behind to be The King of Me

Beer Taps and Tear Taps

Written By: Billy Wayne Gee

Beer Taps and Tear Taps © 2012 - Words and Music by Billy Wayne Gee

She knew he was a wild one the day they were wed
She had saddled a mustang that night in her bed
But she could never tame him though God knows she tried
Every time the boy hurt her a piece of her died


Well its beer taps in the evening when he’s out with his friends
But its tear taps at home where he’s left her again
There’s no stopping the flow of the beer and the pain
When the beer taps the tears tap all over again


Her Mamma and her preacher and her best friend for life
Have heard all of the stories about a good ole boy’s wife
Like all of the dinners that she’s stuffed down the drain
And the losing and the boozing and the cheating and the pain


He bought himself a new pickup; it was top of the line
And a deer lease close by his friends thought was so fine
Got her a crock-pot for Christmas, bought himself a gun
But the fool had no clue to the damage he’d done

She climbed into his pickup with a suitcase or two
Too bitter for sorrow she just knew she was through
But she left him a message painted on his front door
A loser lives here and I don’t anymore

Now he’s staring at the front door and feeling the pain
When the beer taps, the tears tap all over again
When the beer taps, the tears tap all over again

Tunica

Written By: Billy Wayne Gee

Tunica                                                             © 2012 - Billy Wayne Gee

We owned a quarter section of farmland near a small Mississippi town
Daddy struggled to raise cotton but all the life had left that ground
He would sit up on the Indian burial mound, curse the weevils and pray for rain
Sometimes I would find him crying for that land he could not tame

The people in the town all whispered they thought Papa was a foolish man
For trying to scratch out a living from such a miserable piece of land
He could barely pay his taxes and his credit was no damn good
The night he prayed to God down on his knees, the Lord finally understood

That’s when gambling came to Tunica, that’s when gambling came to Tunica
The Preacher waved his arms and warned it was the devil’s charm
But I was glad that gambling came to Tunica, thank God gambling came to Tunica
The day that gambling came to Tunica’s the day that Daddy sold that farm

Businessmen fought each other for the right to buy that land
When the battle was all over, one man shook my Papa’s hand
Daddy cashed that check, moved us to Nashville, Tennessee
At night we’d sit out on the porch and he’d sing songs to me

About when gambling…….

One night a couple out walking stopped and listened to Daddy’s songs
They danced in our front yard and sometimes they sang along
The man handed Papa his business card; said there were people who he needed to know
Now Daddy writes the songs for all the stars on Music Row

Hallelujah! Gambling came to Tunica. Hallelujah! Gambling came to Tunica…

The day that gambling came to Tunica’s the day that Daddy sold that farm
Hallelujah! Gambling came to Tunica