Paul Christopher

Paul Christopher

BandCountry

My only brother, John, plays his Martin guitar and, sometimes, his harmonica, while I sing a lot like my idol, Johnny Cash.

Biography

I identify with Country legend Johnny Cash more than any other singer/songwriter I know. I'm just a blue-collar city bus driver in Charleston, SC, who likes country music. I'm a one-woman man who enjoys living a simple life with his wife and children.

Lyrics

Her Heart Belongs To Jesus

Written By: Paul Christopher Chaconas

When you lose your lover to another
It rips your heart in two.
As time goes by, you try to move on . . .
What else can a broken heart do?

Well, I sunk my soul into my momma’s church
And focused on the Good Lord above.
Surrendered to Him, then spotted her . . .
The next thing you know I’m in love.

Her heart belongs to Jesus, would she give a little piece to me?
Her heart belongs to Jesus, would she give a little piece to me?

It was plain to see she wasn’t lookin’ at me,
Her eyes on the cross as she sang.
One row behind with her on my mind,
Spirit and flesh began to bang. (Bang! Bang!)

If it were up to me, instead of Mom and J.C.,
That girl would be mine that day.
If that’s askin’ too much, Lord let me have a touch,
Her cute bee-hind is pointing my way!

Yeah, her heart belongs to Jesus, Lord please give her butt to me.
Yeah, her heart belongs to Jesus, Lord please give her butt to me.

Well it took some time, but her butt became mine!
We married in that very place.
I still long to watch her sing those songs
And the silhouette of her lovely . . . (uh) . . .face!

Her heart still belongs to Jesus, but her butt now belongs to me.
Her heart still belongs to Jesus, but her butt now belongs to me.

God holds her heart, but I get to touch
What other men would like to see.
Her butt’s not forgotten, now spanking her bottom
Is my bedtime fantasy . . . Oh Yeah!

Her heart belongs to Jesus, but she gave her butt to me.
Her heart belongs to Jesus, but she gave her butt to me.

Thank You Lord!!!

Oh Momma

Written By: Paul Christopher Chaconas

She’s in shock
We want Barack
Oprah was right all along

Bill couldn’t save her
Even Edwards forgave her
Where did Hillary go wrong?

She’s not a witch
But a bitch is a bitch
And politically she’s a whore

She wouldn’t face Bush
But sat on her tush
Instead of running back in “04

Oh momma . . . It’s Obama
Oh momma . . . It’s Obama

When it comes to change
In this political game
She said actions speak louder than words

If that’s the case
Between gender and race
Hillary threw the most swords

Obama inspired
While she perspired
Experience and age took its toll

Youth took charge
Hope loomed large
When Barack began his roll

Oh momma . . . It’s Obama
Oh momma . . . It’s Obama

After too many years of a Clinton or a Bush
America wants a new face

It’s the Democrats turn to make the push
With Obama leading the race

Oh momma . . . It’s Obama
Oh momma . . . It’s Obama

Discography

I'm entering the American Songwriter Lyrics Contest for the very first time.