From the recording Crooked Line

Deb D'Anne/composer, lead vocals, acoustic guitar, Tim Blohm/Electric Lead guitar, Randy Artiglere/Bass Guitar

Lyrics

AInt got nothing for your birthday
That you don’t already have
So I grabbed up my guitar
For a walk down memory ave
In honor of your birthday
You done won yourself a song
So grab your trusty banjo
Feel Free to play along

From the time that you were born
You done drive your momma mad
Sometimes you were cute
And sometimes you were bad
Playing with those pistols
And crashing those dirt bikes
You ain’t too much for listening
You done just what you like

You’re not just a brother
You’re a funny man, a friend
You’re fshing in those waters
‘Til the sun comes round the bend
So fire up that barbe and pour a cup of cheer
Sit back and put your feet up, your birthday’s finally here

Not just a brother you’re a funny man, a friend
You’re fishing in the waters ‘til the sun comes round the bend
So fire up that barbe and pour a cup of cheer,
Sit back and put your feet up, your birthday’s finally here