I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
Brad Paisley - Moonshine In The Trunk Album Lyrics
Brad Paisley - Moonshine In The Trunk Lyrics
Writer: Brad Douglas Paisley, Kelley Lovelace, Lee Thomas Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
River Bank
I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
Writer: Brad Paisley, John Kelley Lovelace
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Perfect Storm
I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
Writer: Brad Douglas Paisley, Lee Thomas Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
High Life
I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'd ever seen
And just like that we were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
So we didn't ask for all that much
Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
And free chicken 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Momma's got a limp now but we all get to swim now
Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the trampoline
We walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin
We began looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in second grade
I know she didn't steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt
These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans
This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now
Set it next to the above ground sitting out by the trampoline
It's gonna run out some day
And that ain't gonna be a fun day
But as long as it ain't a Sunday
We can go to Chick-Fil-A and eat
[Spoken:]
Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)
Maybe I'll get a diet Coke, I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)
I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'd ever seen
And just like that we were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
So we didn't ask for all that much
Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
And free chicken 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Momma's got a limp now but we all get to swim now
Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the trampoline
We walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin
We began looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in second grade
I know she didn't steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt
These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
A bunch low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans
This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now
Set it next to the above ground sitting out by the trampoline
It's gonna run out some day
And that ain't gonna be a fun day
But as long as it ain't a Sunday
We can go to Chick-Fil-A and eat
[Spoken:]
Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)
Maybe I'll get a diet Coke, I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)
I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)
Writer: BRAD PAISLEY, BRAD DOUGLAS PAISLEY, BRENT ANDERSON, CHRIS DUBOIS, KELLEY LOVELACE
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Moonshine In The Trunk
I got a '69 Camaro, a Ram Jet 502
I could win the pole at Bristol, baby, but I'm riding round with you
Bored as hell, we might as well burn this tank of gas
And if we're going nowhere, girl, let's go nowhere fast
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Well they say that's how the Duke boys and NASCAR started out
They were hauling bootleg liquor and look where they are now
Chances are I got a mason jar rolling round in the back
Now white lightning's long gone, but it shouldn't be hard to act
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Whoa, let's pretend we're running from the law
Whoa, like we're the Bonnie and Clyde of alcohol
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
And like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
I could win the pole at Bristol, baby, but I'm riding round with you
Bored as hell, we might as well burn this tank of gas
And if we're going nowhere, girl, let's go nowhere fast
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Well they say that's how the Duke boys and NASCAR started out
They were hauling bootleg liquor and look where they are now
Chances are I got a mason jar rolling round in the back
Now white lightning's long gone, but it shouldn't be hard to act
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Whoa, let's pretend we're running from the law
Whoa, like we're the Bonnie and Clyde of alcohol
Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail
And like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Writer: Brad Douglas Paisley, Brent Anderson, Charles Christopher Du Bois
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Shattered Glass
I can picture you the day you were born
Baby girl in your mama's arms, destined for great things
Crazy thing bout an angel like you
All the things you know how to do
And yet the world tries to clip your wings
But you wouldn't let 'em, so baby go get 'em
Bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
Rare your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
It's your time at last
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
It's kind of fun for a guy like me
Sitting here in your shotgun seat
Watching you leave 'em all in the dust
Because I believe in you
And I wanna see your dreams come true
So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
Time to make up for the past
Rare your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
I wanna see you kick some ass
I'm so proud to know you, girl
The most beautiful thing in the world is all this shattered glass
No time to waste, gotta make this moment yours
Got a whole lot of history to make up for
So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
Baby girl in your mama's arms, destined for great things
Crazy thing bout an angel like you
All the things you know how to do
And yet the world tries to clip your wings
But you wouldn't let 'em, so baby go get 'em
Bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
Rare your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
It's your time at last
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
It's kind of fun for a guy like me
Sitting here in your shotgun seat
Watching you leave 'em all in the dust
Because I believe in you
And I wanna see your dreams come true
So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
Time to make up for the past
Rare your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
I wanna see you kick some ass
I'm so proud to know you, girl
The most beautiful thing in the world is all this shattered glass
No time to waste, gotta make this moment yours
Got a whole lot of history to make up for
So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
Writer: BRAD DOUGLAS PAISLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Limes
Ain't gotta have everything in your life
Goin' exactly right, to party!
Maybe the opposite things are a mess
And that's the best time to burn it down!
You look around here and you see all these people
You think their lives are perfect, ha, hardly.
Now I don't have all the answers
But I'll tell you the one thing I've found.
You take it all with a grain of salt
And realize sometimes it ain't your fault
You got something you don't wanna remember
That's when you need to just throw it in a blender
And have a good time
Now add tequila!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Now I don't know if you're the type
That sees the glass as half full or half empty.
I got an idea, how 'bout I never let ya get that low.
Whatever is done is done, the night is young
Let's have some fun - are you with me?
Gotta forget the sh*t that hit the fan
The only way that I know.
You take it all with a grain of salt
And realize sometimes it ain't your fault
You got something you don't wanna remember
That's when you need to just throw it in a blender
And have a good time
Now add tequila!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Have a good time
Now add tequila!
You're gonna be
You're gonna be just fine!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Goin' exactly right, to party!
Maybe the opposite things are a mess
And that's the best time to burn it down!
You look around here and you see all these people
You think their lives are perfect, ha, hardly.
Now I don't have all the answers
But I'll tell you the one thing I've found.
You take it all with a grain of salt
And realize sometimes it ain't your fault
You got something you don't wanna remember
That's when you need to just throw it in a blender
And have a good time
Now add tequila!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Now I don't know if you're the type
That sees the glass as half full or half empty.
I got an idea, how 'bout I never let ya get that low.
Whatever is done is done, the night is young
Let's have some fun - are you with me?
Gotta forget the sh*t that hit the fan
The only way that I know.
You take it all with a grain of salt
And realize sometimes it ain't your fault
You got something you don't wanna remember
That's when you need to just throw it in a blender
And have a good time
Now add tequila!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Have a good time
Now add tequila!
You're gonna be
You're gonna be just fine!
When life gives you limes
You make margaritas!
Writer: BRAD DOUGLAS PAISLEY, KELLEY LOVELACE, LEE THOMAS MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
You Shouldnt Have To
You've got this confidence
Yeah it was obvious
The way you walked in here
You look sensational
And totally capable
Of buying your own beer
But you shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
I hate to think about
Everything you've done without
Or how it's been before
You've ever walked home alone
Or sat and waited by the phone
Or opened your own door
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true?
A girl like you can do anything
But anything you don't wanna do
You shouldn't have to
Girl, you shouldn't have to
Hear me now, that's what I'm saying
And another thing, tell me now
Ever longed for a back rub
All alone in your bathtub?
Need your glass of wine topped off
But you'd have to get out and dry off, aw
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true?
A girl like you can do anything
But anything you don't wanna do
Like wash your own car or bait your own hook
Get all made up, wonder how you look
Make your own breakfast, make the first move
Feel like you ain't being listened to
Kill your own spiders, change your flat tire
Stoke your own fire, mow your own grass
Pump your own gas, ever feel pain
Wish you had a ring on your hand, feel like anything less
Than the best lookin' thing this town's ever seen
Have a dress you'd love to wear but you gotta wait
Cause there ain't nobody there to help you zip the thing
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Yeah it was obvious
The way you walked in here
You look sensational
And totally capable
Of buying your own beer
But you shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
I hate to think about
Everything you've done without
Or how it's been before
You've ever walked home alone
Or sat and waited by the phone
Or opened your own door
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true?
A girl like you can do anything
But anything you don't wanna do
You shouldn't have to
Girl, you shouldn't have to
Hear me now, that's what I'm saying
And another thing, tell me now
Ever longed for a back rub
All alone in your bathtub?
Need your glass of wine topped off
But you'd have to get out and dry off, aw
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true?
A girl like you can do anything
But anything you don't wanna do
Like wash your own car or bait your own hook
Get all made up, wonder how you look
Make your own breakfast, make the first move
Feel like you ain't being listened to
Kill your own spiders, change your flat tire
Stoke your own fire, mow your own grass
Pump your own gas, ever feel pain
Wish you had a ring on your hand, feel like anything less
Than the best lookin' thing this town's ever seen
Have a dress you'd love to wear but you gotta wait
Cause there ain't nobody there to help you zip the thing
You shouldn't have to
You shouldn't have to
Writer: BRAD PAISLEY, BRAD DOUGLAS PAISLEY, KELLEY LOVELACE, TIM OWENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
4WP
I've been waiting all week for Saturday night
Now I'm picking my baby up
She's pretty as a peach and sweeter than a cheek
Full of cherry Skoal long cut
Ooh, man alive can't wait 'til it gets dark
We're gonna take this 4-wheel drive
And put it into 4-wheel park
I'm pulling in her drive, she's waiting outside
Just standing on her front porch
Good Lord, she's taken them tight blue jeans
And cut 'em off into jorts
Ooh, man alive, be still my beating heart
I'm about to take this 4-wheel drive
And slam it into 4-wheel park
There's a holler I know down an old dirt road
Where we can be all alone
Gonna back it on in, turn the headlights off
And see if I can turn her on
Now the mood's just right and the dashboard light
We're steaming up my windows
Her favorite saying is singing her favorite song on the radio
"Let's get a little mud on the tires"
I've got the defrost on and the steam vac on
And we're heading down highway 10
Lord have mercy, she's a getting all flirty
And kissing my neck again
Ooh, man alive, she's about to hit restart
I'm about to put this 4-wheel drive
Right back into 4-wheel park
I'm about to take this 4-wheel drive
And slam it into 4-wheel park
Now I'm picking my baby up
She's pretty as a peach and sweeter than a cheek
Full of cherry Skoal long cut
Ooh, man alive can't wait 'til it gets dark
We're gonna take this 4-wheel drive
And put it into 4-wheel park
I'm pulling in her drive, she's waiting outside
Just standing on her front porch
Good Lord, she's taken them tight blue jeans
And cut 'em off into jorts
Ooh, man alive, be still my beating heart
I'm about to take this 4-wheel drive
And slam it into 4-wheel park
There's a holler I know down an old dirt road
Where we can be all alone
Gonna back it on in, turn the headlights off
And see if I can turn her on
Now the mood's just right and the dashboard light
We're steaming up my windows
Her favorite saying is singing her favorite song on the radio
"Let's get a little mud on the tires"
I've got the defrost on and the steam vac on
And we're heading down highway 10
Lord have mercy, she's a getting all flirty
And kissing my neck again
Ooh, man alive, she's about to hit restart
I'm about to put this 4-wheel drive
Right back into 4-wheel park
I'm about to take this 4-wheel drive
And slam it into 4-wheel park
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cover Girl
Page three of the canyon tribune
There's a story about the fair and a picture of you
In black and white, blue ribbon, best damn shoes
Already know what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture, tracks you down, and
Next thing you know
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
You outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go
And roll your cover girl
Four long secrets out and there's paparazzi outside your house
And peace and quiet are gone now
That's the thing of the past
Red carpet, you're looking hot
And I think I'm too but I guess I'm not
'Cause it's hey, hey Paisley, get out of the shot
As the cameras flash
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
You outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go
And roll your cover girl
There's a story about the fair and a picture of you
In black and white, blue ribbon, best damn shoes
Already know what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture, tracks you down, and
Next thing you know
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
You outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go
And roll your cover girl
Four long secrets out and there's paparazzi outside your house
And peace and quiet are gone now
That's the thing of the past
Red carpet, you're looking hot
And I think I'm too but I guess I'm not
'Cause it's hey, hey Paisley, get out of the shot
As the cameras flash
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
You outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go
And roll your cover girl
Writer: BENJAMIN BRENT ANDERSON, CHRIS DUBOIS, BRAD DOUGLAS PAISLEY, BRENT ANDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Gone Green
Well he traded in his dumb old Ford
For a new smart car with an extension cord
Now he's saving gas and got a cheaper note
But he's got no way to haul his boat
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing I've ever seen
That old redneck has done gone green
Down the road, old man McGower
You know he runs his house on the solar power
Now his lights are bright and the music plays
Sort of dark and quiet on the cloudy days
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing you've ever seen
This old redneck has done gone green
The life we knew is coming to a halt
Sad but true, and it's our own fault
We put our own crimson necks right in the noose
We got strung out on that black dinosaur juice
Not long ago someone told me
To quit using paper, stop killing trees
She said soon there won't be no more books
I swear to God on a stack of nooks
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing I've ever seen
My redneck world has done gone green
The whole dang place has done gone green
For a new smart car with an extension cord
Now he's saving gas and got a cheaper note
But he's got no way to haul his boat
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing I've ever seen
That old redneck has done gone green
Down the road, old man McGower
You know he runs his house on the solar power
Now his lights are bright and the music plays
Sort of dark and quiet on the cloudy days
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing you've ever seen
This old redneck has done gone green
The life we knew is coming to a halt
Sad but true, and it's our own fault
We put our own crimson necks right in the noose
We got strung out on that black dinosaur juice
Not long ago someone told me
To quit using paper, stop killing trees
She said soon there won't be no more books
I swear to God on a stack of nooks
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing I've ever seen
My redneck world has done gone green
The whole dang place has done gone green
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
JKF 1962
"But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas? We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard." - [President John Kennedy's Rice Stadium Moon Speech]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
American Flag On The Moon
How do we honor those who have fallen and died for this dream?
I'm sure of one thing, it's not with gridlock or bickering
We're the children of explorers, that came here from every corner
The adventures that sat on this land
We led the world, fought tyranny, touched the stars, brought liberty
Let's do that again
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
I mean after all, there's an American flag on the moon
Outside the other night, you should have seen the moonlight
It's enough to make you squint your eyes
So my five year old had learned about
The lunar landing and he walked out
And started staring at the sky
Stood there for a while, he got a great big smile
And said, "Dad, I think I can see it, can you?"
I bowed my head, closed my eyes and said
"Yes son, I think I do"
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all, there's an American flag on the moon
Oh, in two hundred years
Think about all that we've done so far
I don't see any reason why tomorrow can't be ours
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all, after all,
There's an American flag on the moon
(On the moon)
I'm sure of one thing, it's not with gridlock or bickering
We're the children of explorers, that came here from every corner
The adventures that sat on this land
We led the world, fought tyranny, touched the stars, brought liberty
Let's do that again
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
I mean after all, there's an American flag on the moon
Outside the other night, you should have seen the moonlight
It's enough to make you squint your eyes
So my five year old had learned about
The lunar landing and he walked out
And started staring at the sky
Stood there for a while, he got a great big smile
And said, "Dad, I think I can see it, can you?"
I bowed my head, closed my eyes and said
"Yes son, I think I do"
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all, there's an American flag on the moon
Oh, in two hundred years
Think about all that we've done so far
I don't see any reason why tomorrow can't be ours
Tonight I dare you to dream
Go on, believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all, after all,
There's an American flag on the moon
(On the moon)
Writer: Brad Douglas Paisley
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Country Nation
We work in the factories and the fields
Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills
That's what we do but there's more to us than that
If you wanna know who we are, it's on the logos of our caps
We're mountaineers, volunteers
We're the tide that rolls, we're Seminoles
We're the herd, the long steer
We drive Ford and Chevrolet
Cheer 24 and 88
We crank up our music Friday nights
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
We might fix your water pump, and your AC
Bring your apple pie, and fill your glass of tea
Take that FedEx package to your door
But underneath that apron or that uniform
We're Wild Cats, Wolverines
We're Tigers, Buckeyes, Bruins
Bulldogs, Hogs and Hurricanes
We pray before we race
Cheer 14 and 48
We drink ice cold beer on Friday nights
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
We're all across the map
Down city streets and old dirt roads
We're the fabric of this nation
And we're a nation on our own
We're mountaineers, volunteers
Blue Devils, Heels n' Rebels
Fightin' Irish and Cavaliers
We soup up our Chevrolets
Cheer 24 and 88
And we crank up the same songs Friday night
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills
That's what we do but there's more to us than that
If you wanna know who we are, it's on the logos of our caps
We're mountaineers, volunteers
We're the tide that rolls, we're Seminoles
We're the herd, the long steer
We drive Ford and Chevrolet
Cheer 24 and 88
We crank up our music Friday nights
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
We might fix your water pump, and your AC
Bring your apple pie, and fill your glass of tea
Take that FedEx package to your door
But underneath that apron or that uniform
We're Wild Cats, Wolverines
We're Tigers, Buckeyes, Bruins
Bulldogs, Hogs and Hurricanes
We pray before we race
Cheer 14 and 48
We drink ice cold beer on Friday nights
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
We're all across the map
Down city streets and old dirt roads
We're the fabric of this nation
And we're a nation on our own
We're mountaineers, volunteers
Blue Devils, Heels n' Rebels
Fightin' Irish and Cavaliers
We soup up our Chevrolets
Cheer 24 and 88
And we crank up the same songs Friday night
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, we're one big country nation, that's right
Writer: BRAD PAISLEY, CHRIS DUBOIS, KELLEY LOVELACE
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Me And Jesus
I knew a man, that once was a sinner
I knew a man, that once was a drunk
I knew a man, that once was a loser
He went out in the woods and made an altar out of a stump
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
We can't afford no fancy preaching
We can't afford no fancy church
We can't afford no fancy singing
But don't you know God's got a lot of good people out doing his work
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
I knew a man, that once was a drunk
I knew a man, that once was a loser
He went out in the woods and made an altar out of a stump
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
We can't afford no fancy preaching
We can't afford no fancy church
We can't afford no fancy singing
But don't you know God's got a lot of good people out doing his work
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
Writer: TOM HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave