Dry Spell

Original

It's been a real long three hundred and thirty-five days.

And the last time, it wasn't good anyway.

I'm so lonely.

Lonely with a capital H if you know what I mean.

I've been sittin' on the washing machine. Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed.

Ain't nobody's boots under my bed.

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive for a late night call for a real good time.

Ain't no new notches on my belt and I'm tired of keepin' my hands to myself.

Nine one one, it's officially a cry for help.

Y'all I'm going through a dry spell. Yep.

So tell me, what's a self-respecting girl to do?

I got the bacon, and no one to bring it home to.

It's a drought out here.

Waitin' on a storm.

I think it's time for me to take the bull by the horns. Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed.

Ain't nobody's boots under my bed.

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive for a late night call for a real good time.

Ain't no new notches on my belt and I'm tired of keepin' my hands to myself.

Nine one one, it's officially a cry for help.

Y'all I'm going through a dry spell. Yep.

Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed. Ain't nobody's boots under my bed.

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive for a late night call for a real good time.

Ain't nobody rollin' in the hay. Ain't nobody but the chickens are gettin' laid.

Nine one one, it's officially a cry for help.

Y'all I'm going through a dry spell. Yep.