Saddle Storms - Hold My Beer and Watch This

HOLD MY BEER AND WATCH THIS | Saddle Storms | Storm Raised Album

Five foot four of pure hurricane. God broke the key after He made her. Wasn't she something.

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She cleared a hood on Main Street, shot straight up on a hunting trip looking for reindeer, talked a big ol' boy into cuffing himself with three words, and climbed on a bar stage with not a single drop of embarrassment anywhere in sight. Hold My Beer and Watch This is a honky tonk tribute to the kind of woman who fills every room she walks into, leaves a story in every town she passes through, and makes the whole world funnier just by being in it. One of a kind. God broke the key. Wasn't she something. - Original by Saddle Storms

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Lyrics:

[Chorus — establish the tone up front] She was one of a kind and then God broke the key Somewhere between a hurricane and pure comedy Five foot four of hold my beer and watch this Lord have mercy — wasn't she something

[Verse 1 — Main Street] On Main Street she caught him rolling with a woman in his front seat That woman stepped out laughing said we don't have to listen to this She cleared that hood before the sentence ever hit the street Gary get her off me rang out twice that night at least Next morning his own daddy showed up at her door Set a pair of boxing gloves down, tipped his hat and said "Darlin' — you might want these" The law just looked away and smiled

[Chorus] She was one of a kind and then God broke the key Somewhere between a hurricane and pure comedy Five foot four of hold my beer and watch this Lord have mercy — wasn't she something

[Verse 2 — Reindeer] One hunting trip she'd fallen sound asleep right next to Daddy He hollered out look — it rained here She shot straight up and said where's the reindeer Left him standing there confused and just a little scared She was flat convinced that Santa might be near He laughed — there really wasn't much else he could do

[Chorus] She was one of a kind and then God broke the key Somewhere between a hurricane and pure comedy Five foot four of hold my beer and watch this Lord have mercy — wasn't she something

[Verse 3 — Traffic stop] On a traffic stop a big ol' boy climbed out looking for trouble She just looked at him and said you don't want to do that today He crossed both arms and said oh yeah — why's that She said because you're too much of a gentleman to hit a lady He put both hands right behind his back She walked him in without another word

[Verse 4 — Parking lot] When a man on her caseload thought he could beat on his wife She called him in and said get up — parking lot He said for what She said well you think you can kick her ass Now come on out and try to kick mine He cried She took him to jail

[Chorus] She was one of a kind and then God broke the key Somewhere between a hurricane and pure comedy Five foot four of hold my beer and watch this Lord have mercy — wasn't she something

[Verse 5 — Bar night] She kicked her shoes clean across the dance floor one fine night Climbed right up on that stage and entered the wet t-shirt contest Traded shirts with the gal right next to her Not a single drop of embarrassment anywhere in sight She could drink with the best of them And she taught me — always know your bartender before you start Won a whole lot of drinks that way

[Bridge — softer, still funny] A cop in Buffalo once told her she was never welcome back in town So naturally her and her friend moved there the very next day She drove eleven hundred miles one way when her granddaughter needed her Set a teacher straight and turned right back around First Thanksgiving with his family she cooked everything perfect like she always did Daddy looked around before grace and said so this is the dining room She kept her composure, winked at him slow You will pay for that later And if a stray dog wandered up or a bird sat close enough She'd share whatever was on her plate She always had enough

[Final Chorus — open it all the way up] She was one of a kind and then God broke the key Somewhere between a hurricane and pure comedy Five foot four of hold my drink and watch this one Lord have mercy Wasn't she something Wasn't she something

Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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