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The Worst Country Song Titles

The Best of the Worst Country-Western Song Titles. These are rea titles that, if you really wanted to, you could go and buy on CD.

Do You Love as Good as You Look?

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

I Wanna Whip Your Cow

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

Here's A Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares

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 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

I've Got The Hungries For Your Love And I'm Waiting In Your Welfare Line

If Love Were Oil, I'd Be A Quart Low

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

If The Phone Don't Ring, Baby, You'll Know It's Me

If You Don't Leave Me Alone, I'll Go And Find Someone Else Who Will

If You Leave Me, Can I Come Too?

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

May The Bird Of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose

My Every Day Silver Is Plastic

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

Pardon Me, I've Got Someone To Kill

She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft

She Made Toothpicks Out Of The Timber Of My Heart

She's Got Freckles On Her, But She's Pretty

Thank God And Greyhound She's Gone

They May Put Me In PRison, But They Can't Stop My Face From Breakin' Out

Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart

When You Leave Walk Out Backwards, So I'll Think You're Walking In

You Can't Have Your Kate And Edith Too

You Can't Roller Skate In A Buffalo Herd

You Done Tore Out My Heat And Stomped That Sucker Flat

You're The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly

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