Percy McCoy - It Might Be My Fate

 Percy McCoy's latest song, Might Be My Fate, shows a lot of growth in his song writing abilities. It's a tender ballad about a love he hopes will grow, but that it might be too late for that to happen. This is a marked departure from many of his songs that can quite frankly strain the limits (and sometimes break them all together) of good taste. The music is constantly good, very tight and rhythmic. We're speaking about his lyrics. Even a tender ballad by Percy sees the use of the 'F' word, but only twice. In fact, those two times are the only swearing in the whole song. Obviously Percy is wearing his heart on his sleeve, and the song has a decidedly melancholy feeling to it.  The artist has been going through some hard times the last few months, and we hope that this song is a signal that his situation is about to change for the better!

Been sittin' every night, just waitin' 

In my place all alone 

Tryin' to divert my attention 

From my silent cell phone 

 

Two days since I called her 

Kept tryin' time after time 

Left a ton of messages 

With every smooth line I could find 

 

 Each day it gets harder and harder 

To think of anything but her 

It might be my fate, that I'm just too late 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 

 

It was at midget bowling 

When I saw her the first time 

Used to always bet on her 

She'd win me money every time 

 

 It shore makes me wonder 

If it would work out fine 

Because I'm six foot four 

And she's only three foot nine 

 

 Each day it gets harder and harder 

To think of anything but her 

It might be my fate, that I'm too late 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 

 

Despite our different statures 

We really fit quite well 

But it's just as much our talks 

As our fuckin' that was swell 

 

 Got divorced from a short husband 

That treated her bad 

No more short fuckers 

Cuz he made her so sad 

 

 Each day it gets harder and harder 

To think of anything but her 

It might be my fate, that I'm too late 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 

 

Tried talking to my buddies 

About all of it 

They said I was stupid 

Wouldn't be a good fit 

 

 Gave the bartender my number 

In case she come back 

He'll remember to give it to her 

He's always given me slack 

 

Each day it gets harder and harder 

To think of anything but her 

It might be my fate, that I'm too late 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were 

 

So there it is, laugh if ya want 

A guy's been married four times

And had a slew of girlfriends 

Seems like he's so blind 

 

To a positive love match 

He don't have a clue 

You're probably thinkin' bout me, 

Bein' alone is for you 

 

Each day it gets harder and harder 

To think of anything but her 

It might be my fate, that I'm too late 

I'm thinkin' 'bout the times that were