Dodging Bullets

 

I’m just Dodging Bullets,

my entire life.

Women giving up the drawers,

just Chupacabras hiding claws.

This is why I learned to dodge.

 

Bullets, upon Bullets.

Dodging dangerous chicks.

All got marriage on the mind,

they show true colors in due time.

They think their Va-jay-jay makes me blind.

 

Bullets, upon Bullets.

Dodging dangerous chicks.

All got marriage on their minds,

show true colors in due time.

Think their Va-jay-jay makes me blind.

 

Monique of the mountains,

was a true love of mine.

That bitch  adopted 7 kids,
kept an outside boyfriend hid…

She left me. Thank god, she did.

One Ex is at the Barroom.

One tends to her kids on Adderall.

Another Ex, she strips in Vegas,

don’t know which one is the craziest.

Just thankful that I dodged ‘em all.

 

I am just The Running Kind.

Survival weighs upon my mind.

Women gave me them damn drawers,

then turned out to be frauds.

…Running’s just my synonym for dodge.
There aint no moral to my story.

I’m aging and some nights I feel alone.

But I got a thing for Ho’s,

and ‘aint to blind to know.

I’m best off making records, gettin’ stoned.

 

I’m just Dodging Bullets,

my entire life.

Women giving up they drawers,

just Chupacabras hiding claws.

This is why I learned to dodge.

 

Lyrics & Music: Bret L Thompson

 

Guitars: Carl Verheyen

Drums: Bernie Dresel

Bass: Charles Glenn

Pedal Steel: Doug Livingston

Vocals: Bret L Thompson

Background Vocals: Randy Crenshaw, Craig Copeland

Recorded at Dreamcenter Studios & Consuelo Studios

Engineering:  Brent Ulrich & Bret L Thompson

[Bret’s Vocal Production work by Charles Glenn & BLT]

Mixed by Philippe Brun & BLT

Produced by BLT