Rhonda
Song Info:
Written by Pete Briley
Instruments:
Male Vocal, Guitar, Fender Rhodes, Bass Guitar, Drums
ISRC:
GX3Q92363943
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, A Capella
Lyrics
She Pours A drink, To make us laugh
She Pours a drink, so we forget why we’re sad
She’ll drink a sailor under the table
She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I’m tired of sleeping in my car and waking up alone
He spends his time, beating on a wall
In the hope it might turn into a door
He’s the rear end of a pantomime horse
He’s Tennessee Hero treading the boards
But She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I’m tired of sleeping in my car and I’m tired of getting old