From the recording Scheming
Country-fied it up with backroad grit, heartache twang, and small-town drama—think whiskey-burn honesty over steel guitar.
Lyrics
How do I stop a woman scheming?
Sippin' bourbon on this back porch swing
Her lies hit harder than a summer storm
Dramatic scenes that keep me up till morn
Why do folks do this kinda thing?
Like they missed the good Lord's truth inside
Scheming's got me pissed, fit to fight or sing
Leaves a man wonderin' why he even tried
Makes me wanna holler at the midnight sky
Or cry like a fool under neon lights
Every twisted plot, every alibi
Burns like cheap tequila on a lonesome night
Why do folks do this kinda thing?
Like they missed the good Lord's truth inside
Scheming's got me pissed, fit to fight or sing
Leaves a man wonderin' why he even tried
I'm done with the games in this one-horse town
Need a straight-shootin' heart, no runnin' around
Feelings on the dash, headin' for the county line
Leavin' all that schemin' far behind
How do I stop this scheming?
Kickin' dust, finally breathin' free.
