Terry Wayne Collier

Terry Wayne Collier

 Chapel Hill, Tennessee, USA
BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

I never limit my self to a style. I write and what comes out comes out. If everything I write is country then its country. If it comes out jazzy, well, then I am jazzy. I like sitting down to write not knowing what is getting ready to fill my note book.

Biography

From the small town of Plymouth in eastern North Carolina. i moved to Holly Wood CA. for music school and dropped out after almost a year when I really found my self just wanting to write. Being in a school with hardly any embrace for the songwriter I moved back home for a month to save some cash then off I went to Nashville Tn.

Funny How life works out cause after being in town for a year I got financially strapped and of all things joined the good old Uncle Sam's USMC. I was an Air Traffic Controller and part time guitar teacher to all the guys and gals in the barracks. I even was giving my Master Sargent's son lessons. All I could think of was trying to get back to Nashville someday and it seems every move I made from the point of leaving where little steps in that direction.

Lyrics

What you're doing

Written By: Terry Wayne Collier

Tina caught you ordering
Two fruity drinks
In a dark corner with
A tramp who looked eighteen
You had her out past ten
Now ain’t that sweet

Peek-a-boo I saw you
And I never left the house
But I never needed to
I only did what any
Country girl would do

Yeah, All my friends
They started looking
When I started wondering
What you’re doing

And like James Bond
With panties on
Sneaking up on you
Tammy caught you leaving
Some trashy hotel room
Sandy, Brandy caught you
On the Run
Baby you where thinking
It was me you where hiding from

When all my friends
They stared looking
When I started wondering
What you’re doing

I bet your wishing now
You really went to the gym
Instead of working out
At your ex-girlfriends
You can’t swim
But you jumped right in

With all the poker that
You say you go and play
I really thought maybe
You’d be better at the game
You over looked
My ace of spades
When all my friends
They started looking
When I started wondering
What you’re doing

And like James Bond
With panties on
Sneaking up on you
Tammy caught you leaving
Some trashy hotel room
Sandy, Brandy caught you
On the Run
Baby you where thinking
It was me you where hiding from

But all my Friends
They started looking
When I started wondering
What you’re doing

Don’t think I’ll be home drying my eyes
I’m not really hurt from all your lies
When it comes to cheating
Baby you’re the king
When it comes to break-ups
Baby I’m the queen

Like James Bond with panties on
Getting back at you
I’m going out with your best friend Bruce
Tommy, Bobby look like fun
Eeny meeny miny moo
I can’t pick just one

Yeah all your friends
Their good looking
Incase your wondering
What I’m doing