A very "live"-ly account of red-neck wedding.
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Story behind the song
Always wanted to chronicle a down home gettin' together of two people who love each other, their friends and family but ultimately want to just get the hell outta there and begin their life. (Hence, that tire squeal at the end). Heard a "party record" in it. Hope y'all like it.
Lyrics
No Easy Way
I. Three bean salad, rented blue tuxedoes,
I don't think we're makin' the society page.
We got a bridesmaid in the pool,
Fat cousin Kenny in his Speedos…
And one eyed Uncle Jake's still makin' old Aunt Maizy crazy.
And I think it's plain to see that there's
Always bound to be a little
Friction in the fabric of a social setting.
And just like you and me there ain't
Nothin' comin' easy in our
White trash ("trailer trash") , red neck wedding!
Chorus:There ain't no easy way
Today's the day we're hitching' up.
Ya think we can take it?
There ain't no easy way.
There ain't no easy way.
It's a fact. There ain't no turning back.
I think we can make it.
There ain't no easy way
So jus' pay the band and take my hand
And let's get gone.
Inst'l Chorus
Bridge: We come from people who work hard in the sun,
Who never had it made in the shade.
Yeah, they might be a little rough but they but they don't take no guff.
And since we both got lemons
What say we make some margaritas, baby!
Chorus:
II. We've got our bags all packed
In addition to the baggage that
We both knew we were bringing'
To this, uh, "high brow" celebration.
Hell, I don't care 'bout where we been,
Only where we're goin' !
Say we blow this mis-assembly
Of our colorful relations?
And jump on board a plane.
Maybe try to steel a train, I don't care.
One form of transportation's just as good as any.
But, come to think, with luck tonight,
If the pick-up's runnin' right we'll be
Burnin' rubber from the likes of cousin Kenny!
Chorus, out.
Copyright 2006 by Kim Cote and D.C. Hall