Tim McGraw: ‘You’re living in my house / And I’m living in a tent / And don’t laugh, this second job of mine / Is paying both our rents’ (Music Video)
“You’re living in my house / And I’m living in a tent / And don’t laugh, this second job of mine / Is paying both our rents…Your ketchup’s in the bag / And her check is in the mail / I hope your chicken’s raw inside / And I hope your bun is stale…”
Country & Western singer Tim McGraw performs many songs about fatherhood and family, and his words and observations are often dead-on. One example is his song Grown Men Don’t Cry (see my blog post Tim McGraw: ‘…my little girl says ‘I love you dad’), another is his 2006 song My Little Girl (see my blog post Tim McGraw: ‘You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born’).
In his 2004 song Do You Want Fries With That?, McGraw sympathetically examines the raw deal given many divorced fathers. There wasn’t a music video for the song (as far as I can tell), but you can listen to the song and view a photo montage by clicking here. The full lyrics to the song are below.
To hear and read about another good divorced dad song, see my blog post ‘The park is full of Sunday fathers and melted ice cream…’ about Sting’s song “I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying.”
Do You Want Fries With That?
Tim McGraw
I thought that was your voice
I thought that was my car
Now we ain’t ever met before
But I know who you are
You’re living in my house
And I’m living in a tent
And don’t laugh, this second job of mine
Is paying both our rents
You’re out here buying Happy Meals
And I’m eating rice and pintos
You so much as crack a smile at me, man
I’ll come through this here windowWell you took my wife
And you took my kids
And you took that life
That I used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
Yeah I think that’s just about everything
Oh I almost forgot
Do you want fries with that?
Your ketchup’s in the bag
And her check is in the mail
I hope your chicken’s raw inside
And I hope your bun is stale
I’m supposed to tell you
“Please come back”
But how bout this instead?
I hope you both choke on a pickle
Man, that would tickle me to death
I don’t know what you’re waiting on
You’re holding up the line
Oh man, you ain’t got no change coming back
Are you out of your mind?
Well you took my wife
And you took my kids
And you took that life
That I used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
Yeah reckon that’s all there is
Do you want fries with that?
Here’s your nuggets.
Don’t you….
Hey don’t laugh at me you…..
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Stumble It!
Scream for the enforcement of the Peonage Law and solve the problem!
The following will highlight some of the background of the feminist movement (not to be confused with a bowel movement, hmmm……, maybe they more similar than original thought). The following is courtesy of Dave Usher.
Feminism as we know it came from the Women’s Ku Klux Klan. In fact, many of the feminist slogans of the 1960’s were stolen from WKKK broadsides of the late 1880’s — where feminism first organized.
Feminists left the KKK in the mid-1930’s after a woman doffed the KKK grand dragon using allegations of sexual improprieties. She ran the Klan for a decade — as proven in a Congressional investigation into the WKKK.
After feminists took over the KKK, they did not need it any more. they left the Klan, still applying their thinking and techniques to all men, not just black men. In the 1935-1960 era, they quietly studied VICTIM PSYCHOLOGY as espoused by Sigmund Freud, and studied the methods of various Frankfurt School intellectuals who migrated here from Nazi Germany after WWI. Hillary Clinton is a student of Saul Alinsky — a leading modern Frankfurt School advocate when she was in college. Feminists then picked up sexual liberation from Kinsey’s doctrines. The combination of free sex, victim psychology, and sexist techniques learned from techniques mastered during the KKK era is the exact basis for feminism as it emerged in the 1960’s.
Read “Women of the Klan” by Kathleen Blee, and see http://www.dadsnow.org for more information on this.
Glen Sacks,
The mournful lyrics of Tim Mc Craw strike a spike into the heart of ordinary men.
But female singers are like Sirens in Odysseus and lure the male singers from their wives. Most have money so they don’t have to live in tent as Tim McCraw’ song character.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trisha_Yearwood
DCFather,
You got it exactly right, this anti-male bias is so prevalent, so pervasive and so ingrained in this society that the writer of this article didn’t even get it correct. Wake the hell up! This has been going on for at least the last 40 years and so few people understand. It is so frustrating that so many people don’t understand the feminist agenda and the ridiculous attitude of always blaming men. Get a clue! , Hoist the jib!
Tim McGraw, 40 years old, three children is married once to Faith Hill.
Faith Hill, 40 years old, is married twice. Divorced Daniel Hill in 1994.
Feminist marketing (man bad, woman good) can be found in almost everything American.
I’m Tryin’
Written by Chris Wallin, Jeffrey Steele and Anthony Smith
Sung by Trace Adkins
This gettin up early, pulling double shifts,
Gonna make an old man of me long before I ever get rich.
But I’m tryin
It’s been two years since we’ve finalized,
I still ain’t used to puttin ex in front of wife.
But I’m tryin.
Send more money right away, is pretty much all she has to say when she
Calls these days and don’t you be late
But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin
There’s always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I’m always climbin and fallin and climbin
But I keep on tryin
I remember daddy sayin keep your eye on the ball, run like hell, play to win,
Get up when you fall
I’m tryin
Don’t say nothin that you can’t take back
Never do anything you might regret
No don’t do that
Daddy I’m tryin
Know the difference between heaven and hell
Go easy on the bottle be hard on yourself
And I know he meant well
But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin
There’s always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I’m always climbin and fallin and climbin
But I keep on tryin
There’s always a mountain in front of me
Seems I’m always climbin and stumblin
And then fallin’
And then climbin’
But I keep on tryin’
This gettin up early pullin double shifts
Gonna make an old man of me
Long before I ever get rich
But I’m tryin’
Strange how even a seemingly pro-father country song is PC feminist, by focusing the fault on the other guy, never on the mother or the judiciary where it belongs.
If the purpose of the judiciary is to enforce whatever choice women make upon men who have no say in the matter, for a hefty fee, and usually at the expense of children, why is everybody afraid to even hint at anything other than blaming a man?