douglas brent smith

Here's a song for my favorite bulldog. I’m Just a Bulldog (Doug Smith) C                               F                  C        F I’m just a bulldog the bestest breed                     C     G                     C I’m all the dog you will ever need C                                  F               C       F I’m just a bulldog, and that’s OK                        C         G                         C Take me for walks, I’ll make your day D7                    G Yes I will do, just as I pleases D7                            G When I’m outside sniffin’ the breezes I’m just a bulldog, strong and lean Wash my face, keep my creases clean You must be happy with what you’ve got The way you kiss me, and wipe my butt I may not have much of a tail But look at those eyes — they’ll never fail I’m just a bulldog, I’m truly cool Pay attention — clean up my drool (c) 2017 Douglas Brent Smith

Jesus Ain’t Afraid of Halloween (Douglas Brent Smith)         C                       Em                Am                       G She looked at me sternly with what she had to say        C                  Em            Am              G “We do not celebrate the devil’s holiday”      F                          G               Em          Am Believe what you believe but I had to grin      F                          G               Em          Am      D7       G I don’t see trick or treat as some kind of sin C                   Am                      F        G Jesus ain’t afraid of Halloween C                        Am                F          G Pagans can be fun we all agree F                        G                          C     C/B       Am dressing up in costumes, why take it seriously? F                        G                     C Jesus ain’t afraid of Halloween   C                    Em                           Am        G

Don’t Give Up Your Day Job (Douglas Brent Smith ) Chorus:    Don’t give up your day job You could end up a poor slob Life without a paycheck Could make you a physical wreck Don’t give up, don’t give up your day job     All my friends are artists, one way or another Filled with talent filled with skills still yet undiscovered When the routine looms they hunger for the road Checking out, dropping off another heavy load Before they jump into something absurd                                                                                                                    They catch their breath, count to ten and say these six important words  (chorus) Chicago is the kind of place the race is always steady the competition’s stiff and hits when you’re not ready But people here never fear we work until we drop and one way or another they will end up on the top But even when we reach the sky and soar just like a bird we’re sure to tell the st

boomerang babies (douglas brent smith) everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies, who can't live on their own they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge - they're living like kids boomerang babies, living at home everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies who can't live on their own the ground rules have been bended ended or suspended we did the best that we could do and now we've got grandchildren, too! grown children, and their children, living at home to be fair, a place costs more these days college loans are more than our mortgage to pay opportunities at work don't get them any higher because our generation won't retire (what's a  boomer to do? we can't afford to) they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge, they're living like kids boomerang b