Chuck Miller

Chuck Miller

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Bad Bad Bush

Written By: Chuck Miller

Bad, Bad Bush
Chorus
You might think it odd, some might think it queer.
But right now I’d trade Bush, for piss warm Billy beer

When he couldn’t convince enough people, he went for some help at the steeple.
He prayed and he paid for his candidacy, then he turned around to stick it to you and me.
The lessons we’ve learned have been tough, and by now we’ve seen quite enough.
We’ve been assured if the other guys start the war our part isn’t considered a sin.
He knows diplomacy will never work out so he drops lots of bombs to drive them all out.
Oh that Bush, he’s shown us again, that it’s easy to start wars but allot harder to win.
Chorus
Bush only responded as he thought he should to put down the threats against the common good.
But when he gathers up all the players on his staff they’re all just dying to practice their craft.
He’s good at throwing bullshit this we can see, but the accounting practices look sad to me.
While his trusted staff swallows his agenda and writes his checks the country heads for a financial wreck.
And while the war drums are beating, our folks are not eating and they’re sleeping out in the streets.
But we’ve been toughened and told to ignore the war and the big sucking sound that it makes.
Chorus
So while our cowboy is riding to his glory he’s deceiving us all with his stories of better times.
And we all understand if you invade Bush’s ranch the punishment is final and severe.
And no matter what the consequence, you have to be ready to use the big guns and bombs.
We suffer anguish at home for the Bush invasion, for all wars ask sacrifice of the young and brave.
We flex our mussel in the name of right when the Bush Gang straps on their guns and says to fight.
But we shouldn’t expect him to be coy, after all how do you change a cowboy into choirboy or president for that matter.
Chorus

Buckin You Baby

Written By: Charles Miller

Buckin You Baby
When you come home to me honey, leave your worries at work.
Cause I don’t really want to know, about any absent-minded jerk.
I know the game you need to play at the end of the day
Honey when you come home to me, I know what you need to be
So relax your cares somehow, cause it’s time for our game now
So hurry to meet me on the couch, and we’ll help your passion come out
Cause I’m here just to please you, and I know just what you want to do
Imagine I’m your finest steed, if that’s what will please, just tell your needs
You know, I’m not looking to be broke, so you’ll be earning every stroke
I know you know I don’t like it slow and I’m lookin for a stampede
Now If your thinkin that you’re a threat you haven’t really tried it all yet
And if you think you’ll feel better, you can always wear use a tether
I promise it’ll take your worries away as you try roping this little stray.
And when you’re tired, can’t take no more you can just slip down, onto the floor
Tired and exhausted you might sleep there, and I suspect nobody will care
When you wake-up in the morning we know you’ll have to get going
But that’ll be alright and you should be feeling good after last night
Don’t hesitate, head off to work cause you know you’re going to face that jerk
It won’t matter none just wait and see, cause you’ll still be thinkin about me
And just wait to see what I got in store for you tonight after we turned down all the lights.
You can climb on our bull and turn up the speed cause we know that’s just what you need
And ride him all night long until the next dawn when all your frustrations are finally gone
You know it’s buckin you baby that drives me crazy so just don’t get too lazy
Cause I need all the help I can get before the next rodeo, honey.

Craven You

Written By: Charles Miller

Craven You
Please save me from myself. I’ve got a craven I just can’t help.
When I see you coming near, I just shift up into high gear.
I’m trying to keep control, but I got a craven deep in my soul.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.
Please save me from myself. I’ve got a craven, I just can’t help.
Baby baby, you’re just like chocolate after one taste there’s just no stopping.
Until you’re gone out of my sight, I’ve got a craving for you each night.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.
Please save me from myself. I’ve got a craven, I just can’t help.
You’re the oven and I’m the cake when you heat up, I start to bake.
You’ve got to cool off and give me a break as I got a craven I just can’t shake.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.
Oh yeah baby you drive me crazy.
Oh yeah baby I got a craven.

Fantasy Date

Written By: Charles Miller

Fantasy Date
I’ve got to fantasy, and I can’t wait.
I’m going to use it to motivate.

Come on baby don’t be late.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.

Come on baby don’t I’ll play it straight.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.

Come on baby open the gate.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.

Come on baby it must be fate.
I’ve got of fantasy and I can’t wait

Come on baby how long must I wait.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.

Come on baby it’s gettin late.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.

I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait
I’m going to use it to motivate.
Motivate.
I can’t wait.
I can’t wait.
I can’t wait to motivate.
I’ve got a fantasy, and I can’t wait.