I Need My Durn Check
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands
I Need My Durn Check — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
Verse 1
I write love songs ‘bout trucks and beers,
Heartaches that been hanging ‘round for years.
Every co-write’s like group therapy,
Talkin’ ‘bout my ex over whiskey recipes.
Got a notebook full of sad melodies,
Three chords and the truth come easy to me.
But if you want my next hit on the air,
Gonna need more than applause, send a little cash, I swear!
Chorus
I write songs for the love of art,
But you need to send me my durn check.
Got a heart full of stories, I’m playing my part,
But I can’t pay the rent with just killer riffs.
Yeah, I’m strumming for love of art but I have a little regret,
But seriously, man, send me my durn check!
Verse 2
They say the struggle makes the song worth the pain,
But a few more bucks wouldn’t hurt my brain.
Wrote about a dog named Jake in my truck,
Sold the tune, but my wallet’s still out of luck.
My chorus repeats like real estate prime,
But where’s my reward for that perfect rhyme?
The title’s wacky, the melody’s tight,
But I can’t buy beer with “Almost made it tonight!”
Chorus
I write songs for the love of art,
But you need to send me my durn check.
Got a heart full of stories, I’m playing my part,
But I can’t pay the rent with just respect.
Yeah, I’m strumming for love of art but I have a little regret,
But seriously, man, send me my durn check!
Bridge
Framed my rejection letters like they’re gold,
One day, my truck song’s gonna break the mold.
‘Til then, I’ll keep writing, putting heart on the line,
But a little cash sure would feel kind!
Chorus
I write songs for the love of art,
But you need to send me my durn check.
Got a heart full of stories, I’m playing my part,
But I can’t pay the rent with just killer riffs.
Yeah, I’m not strumming for fame but I’m having regret,
But seriously, man, send me my durn check!
Verse 3
Nashville pays slower than a midnight train,
Crawling down the track in a pouring rain.
I’ve been waiting for that check for years,
But all I’ve got are hopes and a few cold beers.
They say the money’s comin’, just hang tight,
But I’m still strummin’ under these bar lights.
Guess I’ll keep playin’ and singin’ my song,
‘Til the cash rolls in or the bar tabs get too long!
Outro
Yeah, I’ll keep on writing, won’t stop just yet,
But let’s make a deal, and send me my durn check!
