That One's On You, Lady

"THAT ONE'S ON YOU, LADY"

Style tags: male deep baritone, comedic outlaw country-blues, twangy slide guitar, upright bass, shuffle groove, ~92 BPM, dry wit, Southern porch-storyteller delivery, light Travis Tritt grit, occasional spoken/deadpan asides

[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' in my car next to a Yukon
Big ol' GMC, blowin' heat like a stove
Exhaust and AC both cookin' me alive here
Lord, there ain't nowhere cool left to go
(nowhere, nowhere)

[Verse 2]
She's sittin' inside there all comfy and cozy
Yukon runnin', blowin' that cold breeze
Meanwhile I'm meltin' like a snow cone
My engine's off — no relief for me
(no relief, no relief)

[Chorus]
That poor engine's givin' all it's got
Oil's cookin', workin' hard, gettin' hot
Question ain't if, it's when it's gonna say
"That's it, I'm done" — and lady
That one's on you
That one's on you
When that engine finally quits
That one's on you

[Verse 3]
Don't matter if it's brand new, whatever
Some so-and-so model, top of the line
So-called durability, erased from the books now
Ain't nothin' built to last this time
(this time, not this time)

[Verse 4]
Five hundred thousand miles, that was then
This right here, this is now
You're just as well runnin' Crisco
Sittin' there doin' a heat cycle, somehow
(a heat cycle, lady, a heat cycle)

[Bridge — spoken/half-sung, dry]
Now I ain't wishin' bad on nobody
But that oil don't last forever, no
Somewhere down the road that engine's gonna
Give her a tap on the shoulder, say "that's it, let's go"

[Final Chorus — bigger, satisfied grin]
That poor engine's givin' all it's got
Oil's cookin', workin' hard, gettin' hot
Question ain't if, it's when it's gonna say
"That's it, I'm done" — and lady
That one's on you
That one's on you
When that engine finally quits
That one's on you
(on you... on you...)

[Verse 5 — punchy, comedic peak]
That there $80,000 payment
Ain't stoppin' 'cause your engine's shot
Now you got yourself a Flintstone mobile
Feet through the floor, that's all you got
(that's all you got, lady)

[Chorus Tag — half-time, grinning]
That one's on you, lady
That eighty grand don't care
That one's on you, lady
And Fred might want his car back
His car back...

[Outro — spoken, deadpan]
(Yeah... enjoy that breeze while it lasts, hon)

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"THAT ONE'S ON YOU, LADY" Style tags: male deep baritone, comedic outlaw country-blues, twangy slide guitar, upright bass, shuffle groove, ~92 BPM, dry wit, Southern porch-storyteller delivery, light Travis Tritt grit, occasional spoken/deadpan asides [Verse 1] I'm sittin' in my car next to a Yukon Big ol' GMC, blowin' heat like a stove Exhaust and AC both cookin' me alive here Lord, there ain't nowhere cool left to go (nowhere, nowhere) [Verse 2] She's sittin' inside there all comfy and cozy Yukon runnin', blowin' that cold breeze Meanwhile I'm meltin' like a snow cone My engine's off — no relief for me (no relief, no relief) [Chorus] That poor engine's givin' all it's got Oil's cookin', workin' hard, gettin' hot Question ain't if, it's when it's gonna say "That's it, I'm done" — and lady That one's on you That one's on you When that engine finally quits That one's on you [Verse 3] Don't matter if it's brand new, whatever Some so-and-so model, top of the line So-called durability, erased from the books now Ain't nothin' built to last this time (this time, not this time) [Verse 4] Five hundred thousand miles, that was then This right here, this is now You're just as well runnin' Crisco Sittin' there doin' a heat cycle, somehow (a heat cycle, lady, a heat cycle) [Bridge — spoken/half-sung, dry] Now I ain't wishin' bad on nobody But that oil don't last forever, no Somewhere down the road that engine's gonna Give her a tap on the shoulder, say "that's it, let's go" [Final Chorus — bigger, satisfied grin] That poor engine's givin' all it's got Oil's cookin', workin' hard, gettin' hot Question ain't if, it's when it's gonna say "That's it, I'm done" — and lady That one's on you That one's on you When that engine finally quits That one's on you (on you... on you...) [Verse 5 — punchy, comedic peak] That there $80,000 payment Ain't stoppin' 'cause your engine's shot Now you got yourself a Flintstone mobile Feet through the floor, that's all you got (that's all you got, lady) [Chorus Tag — half-time, grinning] That one's on you, lady That eighty grand don't care That one's on you, lady And Fred might want his car back His car back... [Outro — spoken, deadpan] (Yeah... enjoy that breeze while it lasts, hon) Property Of TENBREATHSUN ©

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