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 ...
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