Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sheets pulled up
Fan on high
Then that thunder
Rolls on by
He looks at me
With those big brown eyes
Says, “Darlin’, what’d you eat
Back on your mama’s side?”
[Chorus]
He always blames it on the missus
Every time the mattress shakes
Acts like I’m the one committed
Every little crime he makes
Wind starts howlin’ ‘neath the covers
He just grins and points at me
He always blames it on the missus
Lord, but everybody sees
[Verse 2]
Middle of the night
Dog jumps down
Smoke alarm chirps
From across town
He lifts the quilt
Like a smoking gun
Says, “Girl, you’re somethin’ else”
While I’m the choking one
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Sunday at the in-laws
Dinner on the stove
That storm comes rumblin’
Down low, down low
He pats my hand, says
“Hope y’all brought Febreze”
But his own mama laughs and says
“Boy, that smell’s your daddy’s genes”
[Chorus]
Style
countrylaid‑back front‑porch country blues shufflebrushed kit and twangy acoustic guitarsa lazy upright bass walking under a wry male vocal. verses stay conversational and close-mic’d with a storytelling drawl; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a singalong feel. light slide guitar fills respond to punchlineswith a small turn-around at the end for a chuckling outro.blues
Prompt
Husband farting in bed and blames it on his wife country, blues
Credits
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VintageXylophone505
VintageXylophone505GeneratedDec 27, 2025
ModelAria v5
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