Chris Lowry Books Country Music Hissy Fit Blues September Nights

Sign up for Free Daily Newsletter She’s pitching a hissy fit Stomping in her boots Throwing things around Like she’s got nothing to lose It’s all about the dishes Or maybe it’s the clothes But through the screaming I just can’t seem to know She’s pitching a hissy fit, kicking up holy smoke She’s pitching a hissy fit, and man it’s no joke Something’s gone awry, I think it’s time to choke She’s pitching a hissy fit, and man it’s no joke She’s got her hands on her hips Her eyes burning fire Making all our neighbors Think the house is set to expire The dog has found a corner The kids all disappeared And I’m just praying They don’t get near She’s pitching a hissy fit, kicking up holy smoke She’s pitching a hissy fit, and man it’s no joke Something’s gone awry, I think it’s time to choke She’s pitching a hissy fit, and man