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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I bought a pair of boots and a big dark hat
Bought a four-wheel drive and a hound dog fat
Got a cold clear drink and a bonfire bright
And a pretty young gal sitting close tonight
I put my arm around her on the tailgate bench
Ready for a little bit of honey-sweet clench
She whispered in my ear, "Well, come on, Lee"
And I reached for the gun that belongs to me
[Chorus]
But my tiny pocket pistol won't fire tonight
The hammer's all soft and the spring ain't right
I can load every round in the state of Tennessee
But the barrel stays limp as a willow tree
Oh, I'm ready to roll, but the engine's dead
It's just hanging there heavy like a piece of lead
Yeah, my tiny pocket pistol won't fire tonight
[Verse 2]
I tried a little blue pill from the gas station wall
Bought a jar of goat weed at the shopping mall
I tried a double shot of moonshine from the creek
And a prayer to the heavens every day of the week
I rubbed a little salve that I bought online
Said it works every time for a man past thirty-nine
She was laying in the truck bed, looking real sweet
And I was standing right beside her in my bare feet
[Chorus]
And my tiny pocket pistol won't fire tonight
The hammer's all soft and the spring ain't right
I can load every round in the state of Tennessee
But the barrel stays limp as a willow tree
Oh, I'm ready to roll, but the engine's dead
It's just hanging there heavy like a piece of lead
Yeah, my tiny pocket pistol won't fire tonight
[Bridge]
Now my granddaddy told me back in 'eighty-four
"Son, a man's gotta shoot when he opens up the door"
Well, I opened up the door and I took my best aim
And I ended up standing there red with shame
She said, "It's alright, honey, we can just hold hands"
That's the worst thing you can say to a country man!
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
Yeah, the night's getting cold and the fire's dying down
And the saddest little shooter in the whole damn town
Is packing up his gear and he's going on home
With a empty holster and a heart like stone
Gonna try again tomorrow with a brand-new plan
God bless the southern hard-luck man!
Yeah, limp as a willow tree...
Goodnight, y'all.
Details
GeneratedSep 4, 2026
Duration3:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
comical country rock, upbeat tempo, twangy telecaster guitar riffs, driving drum beat, thick southern drawl, humorous redneck male vocals, honest deep south production, pedal steel accents
Credits
Prompt by57Waze2Fish
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Comical country rock song about erectile dysfunction, soft penis, can’t keep it up, male vocals, country twang, real redneck hick voice, songs from the Deep South
