Real Country-Western Song Titles

I'll Marry You Tomorrow But Let's Honeymoon Tonight

Dog Poop On The Pillow Where Your Sweet Head Used To Be

I Just Bought A Car From A Guy That Stole My Girl, But The Car Don't Run So I Figure We're Even

I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well

She's Looking Better After Every Beer

I Wouldn't Take Her To A Dog Fight, 'Cause I'm Afraid She'd Win

I Ain't Gone To Bed With No Ugly Women, But I Shore Woke Up With A Few

I'm So Miserable Without You, It's Like Having You Here

I've Got Tears In My Ears From Lyin' On My Back and Cryin' Over You

Please Bypass This Heart

You Done Tore Out My Heart And Stomped That Sucker Flat

She's Actin' Single and I'm Drinkin' Doubles

Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goalposts Of Life

If I'd Shot You When I Wanted To, I'd Be Out Of The Pen By Now

Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth 'Cause I'm Kissing You Goodbye

I Still Miss You, Baby, But My Aim's Gettin' Better

Her Teeth Were Stained, But Her Heart Was Pure

How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away?

I Changed Her Oil, She Changed My Life

I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling

I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me

I Keep Forgettin' I Forgot About You

I Wanna Whip Your Cow

I Would Have Wrote You A Letter, But I Couldn't Spell Yuck!

I Wouldn't Take Her To A Dawg Fight, Cause I'm Afraid She'd Win

I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me Than A Frontal Lobotomy

I'm Just A Bug On The Windshield Of Life

If I Can't Be Number One In Your Life, Then Number Two On You

If My Nose Were Full of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me

Mama Get The Hammer (There's A Fly On Papa's Head)

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus

My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field, While Your Dear John Was Breaking My Heart

My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, And I Sure Do Miss Him

Oh, I've Got Hair Oil On My Ears And My Glasses Are Slipping Down, But Baby I Can See Through You

She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft; She Got The Ring And I Got The Finger

Thank God And Greyhound She's Gone

You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith Too

You Were Only A Splinter In My Ass As I Slid Down The Bannister Of Life

You're The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly