I reckon I might be no damn good. I reckon I never could be even if I could. I Reckon is whiskey-soaked outlaw country confession built on one word doing all the heavy lifting, a sultry Southern drawl reckoning her way through every judgment the town ever passed at 95 BPM, electric twang and synth undertones driving a barroom groove underneath. Mama saw it coming before she could crawl, the preacher gave up when she laughed during altar call, and the devil and God both quit claiming her around nineteen-ninety-two. The verses stack up sins with a shrug and a smirk, the neighbors talk about her, hell, she'd talk about her too, he said he'd fix her, she reckons he don't, whiskey ain't the answer but it ain't asked her nothing wrong. Then the raspy belt of a chorus lands the philosophy clean: I reckon I could, I reckon I should, but should ain't never done a woman no good. Guilt don't look good in Wranglers, and darlin', some women can't be tamed. Zero shame, all sass, and the only thing she's good at is no damn good for you. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela Divine on the Pamela Arsena label.
I reckon I might be no damn good I reckon I never could be even if I could I reckon my mama saw it comin' 'fore I could crawl I reckon the preacher gave up on me when I laughed during altar call I reckon I could settle down, but I reckon I won't I reckon he said he'd fix me, I reckon I reckon he don't I reckon whiskey ain't the answer but it ain't asked me nothin' wrong I reckon I'll keep on reckonin' till this whole damn night is gone I reckon the neighbors talk about me, hell I'd talk about me too I reckon I oughta wear more clothes but honey that ain't nothin' new I reckon I should lay off the wacky-tobaccky, been doin' that way too long I reckon that's why I'm sittin' here writin' this no-good song I reckon I could, I reckon I should But should ain't never done a woman no good I reckon that's that, I reckon I'm through I reckon the only thing I'm good at is no damn good for you I reckon the devil knows my name, I reckon God does too I reckon they both quit claimin' me around nineteen-ninety-two I reckon I oughta feel some shame, I reckon I'm the one to blame But guilt don't look good in Wranglers, and darlin', some women can't be tamed I reckon I could, I reckon I should But should ain't never done a woman no good I reckon that's that, I reckon I'm through I reckon the only thing I'm good at is no damn good for you
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