Haha this is not a true story. Some of my friends joke around and make fun of me for saying "I reckon" so I decided to write a song involving the saying. I don't sing well so be easy on my singing. Copyright © Brandon Ellis 2010. All rights reserved.
Every mornin' on my way in to the city,
I stop by that old Piggly Wiggly.
Cause I found me a winner,
Ain't got no ring on her finger.
I reckon I need some groceries today.
So I grabbed me a buggy, and meandered down the aisles,
I've been trying to make my move, for quite a while.
Her line's longer than the others,
The reason ain't hard to uncover.
I reckon pickup lines,
Are a waste of her time.
So I filled up my cart,
With strawberry poptarts,
And I grabbed me some flour,
It was now that final hour,
For my heart.
I got up to the front, and laid my things out on the counter.
If God had sent me an angel, well I reckon I had found her.
But paper or plastic bags,
Was the only question that she had,
And I said I reckon paper's been doin' me good, for quite a while.
I could tell she was confused,
By the word I had used.
She said to use it in a sentence,
So I thought for just a minute,
And I smiled.
I said...
If you ask that old Webster,
He'd reckon we should be together.
There ain't no one who could ever,
Love ya any better.
I can guarantee,
It's in that dictionary,
The word's just below a pastor,
Right above forever after,
Can't you see?
I still stop by every mornin',
To see my woman.
And we still laugh about,
The way I asked her out.
Cause there was no denyin',
That my wallet was cryin',
I reckon a two fer one deal,
Sure had its appeal;
It was a steal.
@mpsoldier1223 haha thanks buddy I appreciate it
gtman2011 1 year ago
greatest song ever
mpsoldier1223 1 year ago