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A MASTER OF ONE (featuring Troy Walls--vocals)



Credits
Lyric Credits: Connie Wilee, Rich James, Sam Cooper
Music Credits: Connie Wilee, Rich James, Sam Cooper
Producer Credits: Sam Cooper
Publisher Credits: Connie Wilee, Rich James, Sam Cooper
Performance Credits: Troy Walls (vocals), Sam Cooper (instruments)
Label Credits: Red Heart Records
Description
Short Song Description:
Story about a functional drinker.
Story Behind the Song:
Idea came from Rich James, who had written another song by himself with the same title originally.
Metadata
Song Length 3:08
Primary Genre Country-Contemporary
Tempo / Feel Country-General
Tempo / Feel Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1 Alchohol, Beer, Wine
Subject Matter 2 Fun
Mood 1 Cheerful
Mood 2 Joyful
Similar Artist 1 Kenny Chesney
Similar Artist 2 Zac Brown Band
Language English
Lyrics
A MASTER OF ONE
By Connie Wilee, Rich James and Sam Cooper ©2012
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com

VERSE
He's at his favorite spot on his favorite stool,
Today's his favorite day of the week.
He's not going nowhere cause the bartender's got his keys.
He changed the oil and tires, the battery and belts,
Cleaned up and made it here by three,
If college gave credits for that, he'd have a degree.
When trouble needs shooting, he's the man to call,
Cause he can do it all.

CHORUS
If it breaks, he can fix it, he can build anything,
He can drive whatever rolls on wheels.
He can pick a fly off at a forty yards with his granny's gun.
He can drywall, lay bricks, split wood, barbecue, he's humble enough to still kneel.
Folks around here know him as a jack of all trades,
But in this bar, he's a master of one.

VERSE
When he's out in the woods, hunting and a-fishing,
That's when he feels most at home.
He loves playing guitar serenading the stars alone.
When his crossbow is loaded, he may not need it,
He can trap a meal on his own.
He and mother nature have always gotten along.
If he was buck naked but had a buck knife,
You can bet he could survive,

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Don't wanna fall in love,
He'd rather fall off a roof,
Not worried bout falling off the wagon,
He's at his best when he's 100 proof.

FINAL CHORUS
If it breaks, he can fix it, he can build anything,
He can drive whatever rolls on wheels.
He can pick a fly off at a forty yards with his granny's gun.
He can drywall, lay bricks, split wood, barbecue, he's humble enough to still kneel.
Folks around here know him as a jack of all trades,
But in this bar, we all love him,
And he's always been, a master of one.
Having fun.