Ashley McBryde - Never Will Lyrics
Hang In There Girl
About fifteen, grey sweatpants
The edge of the road, puttin' up a flag
On a beat-up mailbox
Barely hanging on
Half a mile on the other side
Of the low water bridge and the poverty line
Two old mutts in a single wide
That's home
I know too well, that look in her eyes
Yeah, I've been right there
At the end of that drive
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
You're gonna be alright
Tangled up in the small town weeds
Dreamin' of the day you leave
And all the places you wanna be, I know
A set of wheels, a set of keys
You can almost feel that summer breeze
Check the oil and the anti-freeze and go
When that moment comes, buckle up and hold on tight
Yeah, I've been right there
At the end of that drive
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
You're gonna be alright
Trust me when I say you're doin' fine
You know, growin' up takes a little time
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
You're gonna be alright
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
Hang in there girl
You're gonna be alright
Alright
Writer: Ashley Dyan McBryde, Jeremy Dewayne Bussey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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One Night Standards
I ain't gonna stay for the weekend
I ain't gonna jump off the deep end
I ain't gonna ask where your ring is
Thing is, we all got secrets
You don't wanna hear about my last break up
I don't wanna worry 'bout space you take up
I don't even care if you're here when I wake up
It's just a room key
You ain't gotta lie to me
Can't you just use me like I'm using you?
How it goes is, bar closes
There's no king bed covered in roses
Just a room without a view
I don't want a number, you ain't gonna answer
Let's just stick to the one night standards
Well, I ain't Cinderella, but who is?
Call me what you want if the shoe fits
I ain't gonna say I never do this, 'cause truth is
Lonely makes a heart ruthless
Ain't nobody gonna hurt nobody
Ain't nothing wrong with needing somebody
You can leave all that
Down in the lobby
It's just a room key
You ain't gotta lie to me
Can't you just use me like I'm using you?
How it goes is, bar closes
There's no king bed covered in roses
Just a room without a view
No, I don't want a number, you ain't gonna answer
Let's just stick to the one night standards
But how it goes is, bar closes
There's no king bed covered in roses
Just a room without a view
No, I don't give a damn about the morning after
Bottles on the floor, don't even matter
I don't want a number, you ain't gonna answer
Let's just stick to the one night standards
The one night standards
The one night standards
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Nicolette Hayford, Shane McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Shut Up Sheila
Shut up Sheila
Can't you see we're all talking?
Why don't you and Jesus take a walk down the hallway?
Shut up Sheila
It's already so loud from these damn machines
Can't my mama's mama just die in peace?
Shut up Sheila
We don't sing Amazing Grace
We don't read from the Bible
We just go about lettin' go
In our way
We drink and we get high
We laugh at the wrong time
We don't cry
And we don't pray
Oh, we don't cry
We don't pray
Shut up Sheila
This here is a family thing
And ain't nobody bought you a ring
Shut up Sheila
I don't remember askin' you
And if we wanna throw the ashes off a goddamned roof
Then we're goin' to
We don't sing Amazing Grace
We don't read from the Bible
We just go about lettin' go
In our way
We don't sing Amazing Grace
We don't read from the Bible
We just go about lettin' go
In our way
We drink and we get high
We laugh at the wrong time
We don't cry
And we don't pray
Oh, we don't cry
We don't pray
We don't sing Amazing Grace
We don't read from the Bible
We just go about lettin' go
In our way
Writer: Charles Chisolm, Nicolette Hayford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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First Thing I Reach For
Brown liquor in black coffee puts my headache off for now
The hurt last night put on me still spinning me around
And now that I've a smoke, even though I can hardly breathe
The first thing I reach for is the last thing I need
Another night of bad decisions, there's one still laying in my bed
The bastard in me wishes that he'd've woke up first and left
And you'd think a girl on fire would stay away from gasoline
The first thing I reach for is the last thing I need
Oh, the last thing I need is to need you like I do
And the first thing I reach for is anything but you
If I can keep away the lonely for a moment, well that's good enough for me
The first thing I reach for is the last thing I need
If I can keep away the lonely for a moment, well that's good enough for me
The first thing I reach for is the last thing I need
The first thing I reach for is the last thing I need
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Mick Holland, Randall Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © MICK HOLLAND MUSIC
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Voodoo Doll
You know how this town talks
But I didn't hear a thing
I just had a feeling, rattle in my bones
I saw what I saw, now, I can't unsee it
Scratches on my wall
Her face in my mirror
Whispers down the hall
Smoke on the ceiling
I keep smelling cigarettes
Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
I don't drink rum but I'm chasing it
Rollin' off her tongue, every drop, you ain't wastin' it
Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
Ooh, she's makin' my skin crawl
You got yourself a voodoo doll
It's one hell of a curse
I know she ain't sleepin' 'cause I ain't sleepin'
Damn, those kisses hurt
They ain't gonna stop
So, I've been keeping salt around my door
Red candle burning
Better light one more, it ain't workin'
I keep smelling cigarettes
Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
I don't drink rum but I'm chasing it
Rollin' off her tongue, every drop, you ain't wastin' it
Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
Ooh, she's makin' my skin crawl
You got yourself a voodoo doll
I keep smelling cigarettes
Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
I don't drink rum but I'm chasing it
Rollin' off her tongue, every drop, you ain't wastin'
Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
Ooh, she's makin' my skin crawl
You got yourself a voodoo doll
You've got yourself a voodoo doll
Writer: Ashley Dyan McBryde, Brandy Clark, Connie Harrington, Jacob Donald Mitchell, Nicolette Rose Hayford, Aaron Raitiere
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Sparrow
Telephones and post cards
I called you from the lobby bar on Tuesday
How's the okra coming up?
And boy, I wish I had me some
Save me a plate
Yeah, I've been sleeping alright
I get a couple days in July
Kiss dad for me, I love you both, goodnight
Sparrow, oh, it wouldn't trade nothing for the way it feels to fly
It ain't fair though, how you miss the ground when you're out here in the sky
Higher than you've ever been
Lonely like you never been
Waiting on the wind to take you home
Hard rain over Fayetteville
Jack and Coke, a sleeping pill
Living the dream
30, 000 feet down there, you're
Waking daddy up in his chair
And cutting the lights and locking the door
And saying a prayer
For a sparrow, wouldn't trade nothing for the way it feels to fly
It ain't fair though, how you miss the ground when you're out here in the sky
You're higher than you've ever been
Lonely like you never been
Waiting on the wind to take you home
Higher than you've ever been
Lonely like you never been
Waiting on the wind to take you home
Sparrow
Sparrow
Sparrow
Sparrow
Sparrow
Writer: Aaron Raitiere, Ashley McBryde, Brandy Clark, Connie Rae Harrington, Jake Mitchell, Nicolette Hayford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Martha Divine
I've got this feeling
And I got this shovel
Between me and you and it
You're in a little trouble
I saw you sneaking
And I know what happened
I think it's kinda funny you got caught
Only, I ain't laughing
Martha Divine, Martha Divine
You put your hands on the wrong damn man this time
Jezebel, you're bound for Hell
But evidently, the devil was busy so I moved you up in line, Martha Divine
Well, you call him darling
And I call him daddy
And daddy says he'll whup me if I don't keep mama happy
Honor thy father
Honor thy mother
But The Bible doesn't say a damn thing about your daddy's lover
Martha Divine, Martha Divine
Put your hands on the wrong damn man this time
Jezebel, you're bound for Hell
But evidently, the devil was busy so I moved you up in line, Martha Divine
Mama's an angel
My daddy isn't
Looks like a little more of him rubbed off on me than didn't
Well, I'll leave you to it
They'll never prove it
And if they ever find out, I'll say, "The devil made me do it"
Martha Divine, Martha Divine
You put your hands on the wrong damn man this time
Martha Divine, your ass is mine
And it ain't murder if I bury you alive
Martha Divine
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Jeremy N. Spillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Velvet Red
Velvet red
Velvet red
He'd come callin'
Velvet red
There was a narrow road to that old foot path
Where the briar tangles into the musky dawn
And that old, abandoned cabin
Was the perfect place for forbidden love to hide
She was the mayor's eldest daughter
She had a taste for the fruit of the vine
And he was a poor boy down in that holler
And made his living on his homemade wine
Velvet red
Velvet red
He'd come callin'
Velvet red
Velvet red
Velvet red
She'd come runnin'
Velvet red
Don't you know their love grew, like the wild flowers do?
She'd start to miss him with an awful thirst
And when that sun went down, she'd go sneakin' out
And he'd be waitin', callin' out to her
Velvet red
Velvet red
Makin' love on
Velvet red
Velvet red
Velvet red
They were drunk on
Velvet red
There was a child born twenty years ago
To a mother who never wed
Though she gave no name for the father
She called her daughter Little Velvet Red
Velvet Red
Velvet Red
Mama calls me
Velvet Red
Velvet Red
Velvet Red (Velvet Red)
My mama calls me
Velvet Red
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Daniel Smalley, Patrick Savage
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Stone
You sat as still as one at the dinner table
With nothing to say after grace
You were hard as one 'cause you had to be
Yeah, the oldest ones turn out that way
And if I had me one for every time you let me down
I'd build a wall
I guess I did
Yeah, you taught me all about which ones sink
And which ones skip
But there's throwin' ones
And rollin' ones
And gettin' us to open up was like gettin' blood from one
The steppin' kind
The steady kind
The, "Hey, I've got your back," ones you can stand behind
I'm just now findin' now that you're gone
And we were cut from the same stone
I sway like you
When I get nervous
I'm shy like you, but most folks couldn't tell
I get the same shade of red as you did when I'm angry
I'm red right now 'cause I'm mad as hell
At the throwin' ones
The rollin' ones
That gettin' us to open up was like gettin' blood from one
The steppin' kind
The steady kind
The, "Hey, I've got your back," ones you can stand behind
I'm just now findin' now that you're gone
We were cut from the same stone
Yeah, there's a lot of things that should be written in one
Your name ain't one of 'em
So I carry one
And it's a heavy one
I'm just now findin' now that you're gone
We were cut from the same stone
The same stone
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Nicolette Hayford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Never Will
I heard, "Go on, and go
But just know where you're goin' is a dead end
Playin' in bars only makes you the star of house band"
And sometimes the hardest part was just to keep playin'
I'd been gone long ago if I'd listened
To what they were sayin', what they were sayin'
But I didn't, I don't, I never will
No, they just started a fire they can't control
And I wouldn't trade one moment for the way it feels
Knowin' I didn't, I don't, I never will
They say seein' your name up the lights
You know it's gonna change up
You'll look in the mirror some night
And you'll see a stranger
But you gotta play the game
If you ever wanna play to the big crowds
You've gone as far as you'll ever go
Unless your willin' to sell out, girl, sell out
Well, I didn't, I don't, I never will
No, they just started a fire they can't control
And I wouldn't trade one moment for the way it feels
Knowin' I didn't, I don't, I never will
Oh, I never will
Money and fame, it'll go to your head if you get it
They never did understand all the reasons we did it
I can call out the names and the faces of the people who said it
Oh, but honestly, I just don't want 'em to get any credit
Oh, I didn't, no, I never will, I never will
Oh, they just started a fire they can't control, oh no, no
And you know I wouldn't trade one moment for the way it feels
The way it feels
I didn't, I don't, I never will
I never will
Writer: Ashley McBryde, Blue Foley, Chris Harris, Christian Sancho, Matt Helmkamp, Victor Quinn Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Styrofoam
In 1941, a physicist named Ray McEntire
Rediscovered a method first discovered by Carl Munters
An inventor from Sweden, you knew that, right?
Yeah, I looked it up
Anyway, ol' Ray found a way to make large quantities
Of extrudent polystyrene in a closed-cell foam form
That was resistant to moisture
But you and I know it as Styrofoam
Which reminds me, tonight, on my way home
I need to hit the Kwik Sak
And for five bucks, I got myself a portable box
I can fill with ice and keep all my Natty Lights
Nice and cold
You gotta love Styrofoam
You can cram it down in your flower pots
Get it in peanut form and fill up a box
So that the crappy ash tray that your kid made in class
To send to grandpappy don't get cracked along the way
Hey, it's also used to make rafts for the US Military
I'm for anything that supports the US Military
Thousands of usages, all kinds of stuff
And that includes forty-four ounce cups
Styrofoam
I fill it half way up with Diet Coke
And top it off with brown liquor
Now, I'll walk down Main Street and catch me a bus
Right up underneath the nose of the fuzz 'cause of
Styrofoam
You gotta love Styrofoam
I know I do
Some folks say, "Hey, what about Mother Nature?
It decomposes so slow"
I'm no scientist, all I know is this
Beer I'm drinkin' is so cold
Thanks to
Styrofoam
Styrofoam
Styrofoam
So thank you, Ray McEntire
Thank you, Carl Munters
And thanks, Steve (Steve)
The guy at the Kwik Sak
Styrofoam
Styrofoam
Writer: Randall Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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