Biography:
Bobby Bare (born Robert Joseph Bare on April 7, 1935 in Ironton, Ohio) is an American country music singer and songwriter.
In the fifties after many failed attempts to sell his songs, he finally was signed up with Capitol Records and recorded a few rock and roll songs without much chart success. Just before he was drafted into the Army, he wrote a song called 'The All American Boy' and did a demo for his friend, Bill Parsons, to learn and record it.
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Other songs:
- Tequila Sheila
- 500 Miles Away From Home
- A Little Bit Later On Down The Line
- Alimony
- All American Boy
- All The Good Times Are Past And Gone
- Amarillo Highway
- Baby Dont Believe Him
- Big Dupree
- Book Of Love
- Brian Hennessey
- Calgary Snow
- Candy Coated Kisses
- Charleston Railroad
- Chester
- Christmas Time At Grandmas House
- Coal River
- Come Kiss Me Love
- Come On Home And Sing The Blues To Daddy
- Come Sundown
- Cowboy And The Poet Faster Horses
- Cowboys And Daddys
- Daddy What If
- Dear Wastebasket
- Detroit City
- Dont It Make You Wanna Go Home
- Dont Think Twice Its Alright
- Down In Mexico
- Down To My Last Come And Get Me
- Drinking From The Bottle
- Drop Kick Me Jesus
- Dropping Out Of Sight
- Find Out Whats Happening
- Five Hundred Miles
- Game Of Triangles
- Gods Were Angry With Me
- Greasy Grit Gravy
- Hard Time Hungrys
- Have I Stayed Away Too Long
- Heaven Help My Soul
- Hes A Cowboy
- High Plains Jamboree
- Hillbilly Hell
- Homecoming
- How About You
- I Dont Believe Ill Fall In Love Today
- I Hate Goodbyes
- I Love An Old Fashioned Christmas
- I Never Went To Bed With An Ugly Woman
- I Took A Memory For Lunch
- I Took A Memory To Lunch
- I Wonder Where You Are Tonight
- Id Fight The World
- If You Aint Got Nothing
- Im A Long Way From Home
- Im Gettin Lonely
- Im Not A Candle In The Wind
- In The Hills Of Shiloh
- It All Depends On Linda
- Last Dance At The Old Texas Moon
- Lemon Tree
- Little Bit Later On Down The Line
- Long Way To Tennessee
- Lost In Millers Cave
- Margies At The Lincoln Park Inn
- Marie Laveau
- Mrs Jones Your Daughter Cried All Night
- Numbers
- Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back
- Passin Through
- Please Dont Tell Me How The Story Ends
- Please Dont Tell Me Till The Story Ends
- Pretty Painted Ladies
- Rosalies Good Eats Cafe
- Rough On The Living
- Shame On Me
- She My Ever Lovin Machine
- Song Of The South
- Speckled Pony
- Thats How I Got To Memphis
- The Jogger
- The Mermaid
- The Mermaid Song
- The Stranger
- The Winner
- Things Change
- To Whom It May Concern
- Try To Remember
- Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother
- What Am I Gonna Do Girl
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NUMBERS
Recorded by Bobby Bare
Written by Shel Silverstein
G D
I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine
G
When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
C
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
D G
On a scale of ONE to TEN (pause) I'd give her a NINE.
G D
Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know
G
NINE is about as far as any chick can go
C
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
D G
So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE.
G D
I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT
G
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight
C
She looked up and down my perfect frame
D G
And said these words that burned into my perfect brain.
G D
She said, well, another one of those macho-matician men
G
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN
C
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do
D G
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
[CHANGE TO KEY OF A]
A E
She said you comin' on to me with that corny NUMBERS jive
A
Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE
D
When you walked up I noticed that suit of (yores)
E A
It's last year's double knit, frayed cuffs, give it a FOUR.
A E
That must be your car parked out on the curb
A
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD
D
As for that build, I guess you're less than FIVE
E A
'cept for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size.
A E
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
A
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO
D
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
E A
I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work.
A E
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
A
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF
D
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
E A
And since there ain't no ZEROes, I give you a ONE.
A E
She walked out, while up and down the line
A
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE
D
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
E A
She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO.
(TALK) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN.
Recorded by Bobby Bare
Written by Shel Silverstein
G D
I was sittin' here Friday suppin' on a glass of wine
G
When in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
C
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
D G
On a scale of ONE to TEN (pause) I'd give her a NINE.
G D
Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know
G
NINE is about as far as any chick can go
C
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
D G
So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE.
G D
I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT
G
You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight
C
She looked up and down my perfect frame
D G
And said these words that burned into my perfect brain.
G D
She said, well, another one of those macho-matician men
G
Tryin' to grade all women on scales of ONE to TEN
C
And, uh!, you give me an EIGHT, well, that's a generous thing to do
D G
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
[CHANGE TO KEY OF A]
A E
She said you comin' on to me with that corny NUMBERS jive
A
Your style makes me smile, I give it a FIVE
D
When you walked up I noticed that suit of (yores)
E A
It's last year's double knit, frayed cuffs, give it a FOUR.
A E
That must be your car parked out on the curb
A
That 'SIXTY-NINE homemade convertible, A THREE and A THIRD
D
As for that build, I guess you're less than FIVE
E A
'cept for your pot belly, I'd give that a TEN for size.
A E
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
A
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a TWO
D
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
E A
I give it a SIX, you could use some dental work.
A E
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
A
It may be a TEN to these country hens, but to me a THREE and A HALF
D
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
E A
And since there ain't no ZEROes, I give you a ONE.
A E
She walked out, while up and down the line
A
The whole bar was laughin', sayin' BARE, what happened to your NINE
D
NINE says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
E A
She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a TWO.
(TALK) Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of TEN to ONE, friend
There ain't no TEN.
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