by Jerry Ratch
The tax man he is coming
But I got me no dough
Been looking for some new job
That's going really slow
I bought a lottery ticket
But dropped it down the well
I went to see the psychic
She said I'd go to hell
Can't cope, I just can't cope
I got no hope, ain't got no dope
So get the rope and call the Pope
Nope, nope, I just can't cope
Then to top it all off
You left and took the cat
And now I've got real problems
Got less than my old hat
I'm really very ticked off
I've got a nasty side
‘Cause you just up and left me
And you were once my bride
Can't cope, I just can't cope
I got no hope, ain't got no dope
Just get the rope and call the Pope
Nope, nope, I just can't cope
Believed everything you told me
I was such a rube
Now I've become all twisted
Like a Rubix cube
Just throw me in the trashcan
I'm not worth a thing
I have a broken heart now
I have a broken wing
Can't cope, I just can't cope
I got no hope, ain't got no dope
Just get the rope and call the Pope
Nope, nope, I just can't cope
Now you're my sordid flower
I'm drinking me some wine
You were an angel to me
To me you were divine
But you have fallen farther
Than a darkened witch
I need to make a change now
I need to make a switch
Can't cope, I just can't cope
I got no hope, ain't got no dope
Just get the rope and call the Pope
Nope, nope, I just can't cope
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song. copyright (c) 2016 by Jerry Ratch. registered with ASCAP. terrific country music version available by Tim Young. give me your regular email if you want to hear a copy.
This is a great lyric by Jerry. The music almost wrote itself. Really loved putting this together!*
I hope not autobiographical.
Honkytonk blues. *
"Believed everything you told me
I was such a rube
Now I've become all twisted
Like a Rubix cube"
Love this part!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubik%27s_Cube
yeah, Bill. That's the bridge.