Lord Give Me Patience

country hip hop, honky-tonk, gritty country soul

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(Verse 1)

He swears he fixed that fence last spring,
Three boards leanin’ on a piece of string.
Says he’ll do it “after the game,”
I’ve heard that excuse a thousand ways.

Leaves his boots right by the door,
Drops his dirty God damn clothes all over the floor.
I love that man but Lord knows why,
Half my life is babysittin’ a grown-ass guy.

(Pre-Chorus)

He don’t hear a fuckin’ word I say,
’Til somebody else repeats it the next God damn day.

(Chorus)

Lord give me patience, and make it strong,
I’ve been puttin’ up with this asshole way too damn long.
He’s lyin’, denyin’, forgettin’ my name,
Actin’ surprised when I raise holy hell again.

He’ll chase a skirt, he’ll miss a clue,
Then ask what the hell he did to you.
I oughta leave, but here I sit,
Sippin’ sweet tea, puttin’ up with his bullshit.

(Verse 2)

Found a chatbot text on his phone one night,
He blamed the cat and started a fight.
Said, “Baby, you know I’d never cheat.”
Boy, your dumb ass story’s got more holes than these old backroad streets.

He forgot our anniversary,
But remembers every damn sports team.
Can’t find the ketchup in plain sight,
But somehow finds trouble every fuckin’ night.

(Pre-Chorus)

And when I finally lose my cool,
He looks at me like I’m the damn fool.

(Chorus)

He’ll chase a skirt, he’ll miss a clue,
Then ask you what the hell he did to you.
I oughta leave, but here I sit,
Sippin’ sweet tea, puttin’ up with his bull shit.

(Bridge)

Now his mama warned me years ago,
“Girl, that damn boy’s hard-headed as they come.”
I thought love would change his ways,
Turns out I was the dumb one.

But when he smiles and pulls me near,
Damn it to hell, that’s why I’m still here.

(Final Chorus)

Lord give me patience, and make it last,
‘Cause this cowboy’s learnin’ way too damn slow.
He’s stubborn, clueless, drivin’ me insane,
Yet somehow I keep callin’ him my man.

He ain’t perfect, hell neither am I,
But some days I wanna make that Fucker cry.
Till then I’ll laugh, have another sip,
And keep puttin’ up with men’s shit.

(Outro)

Yeah, they lie, they cheat,
They forget, repeat,
Drive us clean outta our minds…

But if country girls got one damn gift,
It’s survivin’ men’s shit one day at a time.

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(Verse 1) He swears he fixed that fence last spring, Three boards leanin’ on a piece of string. Says he’ll do it “after the game,” I’ve heard that excuse a thousand ways. Leaves his boots right by the door, Drops his dirty God damn clothes all over the floor. I love that man but Lord knows why, Half my life is babysittin’ a grown-ass guy. (Pre-Chorus) He don’t hear a fuckin’ word I say, ’Til somebody else repeats it the next God damn day. (Chorus) Lord give me patience, and make it strong, I’ve been puttin’ up with this asshole way too damn long. He’s lyin’, denyin’, forgettin’ my name, Actin’ surprised when I raise holy hell again. He’ll chase a skirt, he’ll miss a clue, Then ask what the hell he did to you. I oughta leave, but here I sit, Sippin’ sweet tea, puttin’ up with his bullshit. (Verse 2) Found a chatbot text on his phone one night, He blamed the cat and started a fight. Said, “Baby, you know I’d never cheat.” Boy, your dumb ass story’s got more holes than these old backroad streets. He forgot our anniversary, But remembers every damn sports team. Can’t find the ketchup in plain sight, But somehow finds trouble every fuckin’ night. (Pre-Chorus) And when I finally lose my cool, He looks at me like I’m the damn fool. (Chorus) Lord give me patience, and make it strong, I’ve been puttin’ up with this asshole way too damn long. He’s lyin’, denyin’, forgettin’ my name, Actin’ surprised when I raise holy hell again. He’ll chase a skirt, he’ll miss a clue, Then ask you what the hell he did to you. I oughta leave, but here I sit, Sippin’ sweet tea, puttin’ up with his bull shit. (Bridge) Now his mama warned me years ago, “Girl, that damn boy’s hard-headed as they come.” I thought love would change his ways, Turns out I was the dumb one. But when he smiles and pulls me near, Damn it to hell, that’s why I’m still here. (Final Chorus) Lord give me patience, and make it last, ‘Cause this cowboy’s learnin’ way too damn slow. He’s stubborn, clueless, drivin’ me insane, Yet somehow I keep callin’ him my man. He ain’t perfect, hell neither am I, But some days I wanna make that Fucker cry. Till then I’ll laugh, have another sip, And keep puttin’ up with men’s shit. (Outro) Yeah, they lie, they cheat, They forget, repeat, Drive us clean outta our minds… But if country girls got one damn gift, It’s survivin’ men’s shit one day at a time.

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