Fridge is leakin' and the faucets drippin'
Smoke detector chirps all night
The squeaky screen door with a hole big enough
To let the neighborhood bugs inside
Out back Jack's got a chop top Cadillac
Three years up on blocks
The junk mail box lookin' like it's been drinkin'
Leanin' to 11 o'clock
We work a long day
Sunup to payday
For a life this big
If you're broke don't fix it
Learn to live with it
And like it just the way it is
When you're dirt rich
Laid back lax lettin' go and lovin' this
Itty bitty slice of American pie
Some folks think it's all about the money, honey
We're livin' proof that ain't right
We work a long day
Sunup to payday
For a life this big
If you're broke don't fix it
Learn to live with it
And like it just the way it is
When you're dirt rich
We work a long day
Sunup to payday
For a life this big
If you're broke don't fix it
Learn to live with it
And like it just the way it is
When you're dirt rich
When you're dirt rich
Oh, yep when you're dirt rich
When you're dirt rich
Brothers Osborne - Pawn Shop Album Lyrics
Brothers Osborne - Pawn Shop Lyrics
Writer: Barry Dean, John Osborne, T. J. Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP
21 Summer
Now and then I think about you now and then
When I see that Chevrolet
That certain shade, of blue
I hear that song, the one we sang all summer long
and even though its been so long it brings me back,
right back to you
I hope you find the storm that you were chasing,
hope your eyes are still full of dreams
as they were that night when you slipped off those cut off jeans
when I hear the sound of high tide thunder,
I can see your hair blowing in the breeze
I think about how you and that 21 summer made a man of me,
yeah you made a man of me
How yah been I'd love to hear bout how you been
you're the only broken heart I've ever had and love to have again
I hope you find the storm that you were chasing,
hope your eyes are still full of dreams
as they were that night when you slipped off those cut off jeans
when I hear the sound of high tide thunder,
I can see your hair blowing in the breeze
I think about how you and that 21 summer made a man of me,
yeah you made a man of me
When I see that Chevrolet
That certain shade, of blue
I hear that song, the one we sang all summer long
and even though its been so long it brings me back,
right back to you
I hope you find the storm that you were chasing,
hope your eyes are still full of dreams
as they were that night when you slipped off those cut off jeans
when I hear the sound of high tide thunder,
I can see your hair blowing in the breeze
I think about how you and that 21 summer made a man of me,
yeah you made a man of me
How yah been I'd love to hear bout how you been
you're the only broken heart I've ever had and love to have again
I hope you find the storm that you were chasing,
hope your eyes are still full of dreams
as they were that night when you slipped off those cut off jeans
when I hear the sound of high tide thunder,
I can see your hair blowing in the breeze
I think about how you and that 21 summer made a man of me,
yeah you made a man of me
Writer: JOHN THOMAS OSBORNE, THOMAS JOHN OSBORNE, CRAIG MICHAEL WISEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Stay A Little Longer
Something like a strong wind is coming over me
Has got a hold of me, yeah
Thinking and doing things I shouldn't be
I really I shouldn't be
Yeah, but one more call
Is one more "whatcha doin right now?"
Leads to one more trip to my side of town
And you walk right in
To one more here we go again
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
So calm and so cool, yeah, I try to be
Like it don't bother me
The last time was the last time
Until I'm all alone
Then I'm picking up the phone
Yeah, but one more call
Is one more "whatcha doin right now?"
Leads to one more trip to my side of town
And you walk right in
To one more here we go again
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
Stay a little longer
Wishing you could stay a little longer, hmm
Oh yeah
Has got a hold of me, yeah
Thinking and doing things I shouldn't be
I really I shouldn't be
Yeah, but one more call
Is one more "whatcha doin right now?"
Leads to one more trip to my side of town
And you walk right in
To one more here we go again
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
So calm and so cool, yeah, I try to be
Like it don't bother me
The last time was the last time
Until I'm all alone
Then I'm picking up the phone
Yeah, but one more call
Is one more "whatcha doin right now?"
Leads to one more trip to my side of town
And you walk right in
To one more here we go again
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
One more drink leads to another
You slide up close to me
We're tearing t-shirts off each other
Your hands all over me
I tell myself I'm not in love
But one more time is not enough
One last kiss and then you're a goner
And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer
Stay a little longer
Wishing you could stay a little longer, hmm
Oh yeah
Writer: John Thomas Osborne, Thomas John Osborne, Shane L Mcanally
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rum
Starin' at the prettiest part of this powder keg world
Sittin' with the finest example of a beautiful girl
If we hadn't hit the brakes, we'd have no idea
Paradise was hidin' right here
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mmm, mmm, mm, mm
We came out here to do a whole lotta nothin'
And we're doin' pretty good I think
The only one thing we need to worry about
Is fillin' up when the ice cubes clink
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm
The lucky folks go to the ocean
The lake's for the landlocked ones
We got a tarp in a truck bed
A kiddie pool, a slip and sleds
Let that garden hose run
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mmm, mmm, mm, mm
And mix it with rum, mmmm, mmmm, mm, mm
And mix it with rum, mmmm, mmmm, mm, mm
Sittin' with the finest example of a beautiful girl
If we hadn't hit the brakes, we'd have no idea
Paradise was hidin' right here
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mmm, mmm, mm, mm
We came out here to do a whole lotta nothin'
And we're doin' pretty good I think
The only one thing we need to worry about
Is fillin' up when the ice cubes clink
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm
The lucky folks go to the ocean
The lake's for the landlocked ones
We got a tarp in a truck bed
A kiddie pool, a slip and sleds
Let that garden hose run
Dippin' our toes in the water
I don't care if it gets any hotter
It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun
Let's put our hearts together
Two parts love and a pinch of good weather
And top it all off with the sun
And mix it with rum, mmm, mmm, mm, mm
And mix it with rum, mmmm, mmmm, mm, mm
And mix it with rum, mmmm, mmmm, mm, mm
Writer: THOMAS JOHN OSBORNE, JOHN THOMAS OSBORNE, BARRY DEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Loving Me Back
The smoke and the whiskey, ain't gonna miss me when I'm gone.
I thought that they needed me, but really they were leading me on.
It gets old waking up with your head in a vice, feeling empty as a bottle of jack.
But I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass.
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
Bright lights, and guitars, and dive bars, playing for tips.
And pouring your heart out to strangers, is a strange kind of fix.
But filling a dance floor, is something I live for, but I give more than I'll ever get back.
But I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass,
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
The smoke and the whiskey, ain't gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass,
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back,
that's loving me back.
I thought that they needed me, but really they were leading me on.
It gets old waking up with your head in a vice, feeling empty as a bottle of jack.
But I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass.
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
Bright lights, and guitars, and dive bars, playing for tips.
And pouring your heart out to strangers, is a strange kind of fix.
But filling a dance floor, is something I live for, but I give more than I'll ever get back.
But I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass,
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back.
The smoke and the whiskey, ain't gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You get me high, you get me stoned, it's a ride I ain't never been on.
It's a binge, it's a buzz, it's a drunk I can't find in no glass,
Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that's loving me back,
that's loving me back.
Writer: CASEY BEATHARD, JOHN OSBORNE, TJ OSBORNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
American Crazy
The same sky, the same clouds, the same dirt
the same ground we all live and die on
The same song, the same beat, the same car
the same street we run down our dreams on
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
Just American crazy
Straight A's and drop-outs, up north, 'n' down south
we all bleed the same blood
Paycheck to paycheck, sun up to sun set
we're lovers and leavers, we're sinners and believers
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
Just American crazy
Same tune, same town, same school, same crowd
same fight for the home team, same love, same dream
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're just American crazy
Yeah, we're all just American crazy
the same ground we all live and die on
The same song, the same beat, the same car
the same street we run down our dreams on
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
Just American crazy
Straight A's and drop-outs, up north, 'n' down south
we all bleed the same blood
Paycheck to paycheck, sun up to sun set
we're lovers and leavers, we're sinners and believers
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
Just American crazy
Same tune, same town, same school, same crowd
same fight for the home team, same love, same dream
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
we're all just American crazy
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're all just American crazy
We're lost, we're found, we're up, we're down
We're left, we're right, we're black, we're white
we're just American crazy
Yeah, we're all just American crazy
Writer: JOHN THOMAS OSBORNE, THOMAS JOHN OSBORNE, ROSS COPPERMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Greener Pastures
Wish I could say it was gonna get better but we oughta know better by now
Gonna pack my shit into a cardboard box and get the hell outta this house
Gonna roll on for the road hit more than that county line
This whole world has gone to pot and right now so am I
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
I don't know what took so long to say so-long to you
All you do is wear me out just like the evening news
So you can plant your garden where you used to chew my ass
Yeah I don't want this dirt no more I'm tradin' it for grass
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Roll it up, light it up, take a little tope,
hit it 'til it all goes up in smoke
Puff, puff, pass it around, back to myself by now
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gonna pack my shit into a cardboard box and get the hell outta this house
Gonna roll on for the road hit more than that county line
This whole world has gone to pot and right now so am I
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
I don't know what took so long to say so-long to you
All you do is wear me out just like the evening news
So you can plant your garden where you used to chew my ass
Yeah I don't want this dirt no more I'm tradin' it for grass
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Roll it up, light it up, take a little tope,
hit it 'til it all goes up in smoke
Puff, puff, pass it around, back to myself by now
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Gettin' stoned so it don't matter
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
I tried prayin' to the Man up high
I tried drinkin' 'til the well ran dry
I'm movin' on to greener pastures
Writer: THOMAS JOHN OSBORNE, JOHN THOMAS OSBORNE, RYAN HURD, MAREN MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Heart Shaped Locket
The sun's goin' down and I just came back
You're goin' out with friends
You're in a dress I've never seen before, and your lipstick
A deeper shade of red
Your kiss goodbye don't hit quite right
And neither does your alibi
Yeah baby, do your thing
Go on and have a good time
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
Sittin' in the dark, tellin' myself
Everything's cool
I'm not the jealous type, but I'm startin' to feel like
A heartbroke fool
Sippin' on a half drunk pint that's startin' to
Rattle up my brain
Are my instincts right or am I drinkin'
Myself insane?
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
You just got home, must've lost your keys
Cause you're sneakin' in the window
You see me sittin' there, you don't say a thing
Cause you know that I know
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
[x2]
You're goin' out with friends
You're in a dress I've never seen before, and your lipstick
A deeper shade of red
Your kiss goodbye don't hit quite right
And neither does your alibi
Yeah baby, do your thing
Go on and have a good time
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
Sittin' in the dark, tellin' myself
Everything's cool
I'm not the jealous type, but I'm startin' to feel like
A heartbroke fool
Sippin' on a half drunk pint that's startin' to
Rattle up my brain
Are my instincts right or am I drinkin'
Myself insane?
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
You just got home, must've lost your keys
Cause you're sneakin' in the window
You see me sittin' there, you don't say a thing
Cause you know that I know
I don't believe it
You got me feeling like a pistol
Whatever you say
Who's in your heart shaped locket?
[x2]
Writer: LISA CARVER, THOMAS JOHN OSBORNE, ANDI ZACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., ME GUSTA MUSIC
It Aint My Fault
Blame the whiskey on the beer
Blame the beer on the whiskey
Blame the mornin' on the night
For whose lyin' here with me
Blame the bar for the band
Blame the band for the song
Blame the song for the party that went all night long
But it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Mighta had a little fun
Lotta wrong I'd done
But it ain't my fault
Blame the heart for the hurtin'
Blame the hurtin' on the heart
Blame the dark on the devil
Blame the devil on the dark
Blame the ex for the drinkin'
Blame the drinkin' for the ex
Blame the two for one tequila's for whatever happens next
But it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Mighta had a little fun
Lotta wrong I'd done
But it ain't my fault
I got my hands up
I need an alibi
Find me a witness who can testify
You made a mistake
You got the wrong guy
I'm only guilty of a damn good time
No it ain't my fault
Blame my reason on my name
Blame my name on my reason
Blame my lack of knowing better on public education
Blame smoke on the fire
Blame fire on the smoke
Blame the fight on the bouncer that couldn't take a joke
But it ain't my fault
I got my hands up
I need an alibi
Find me a witness who can testify
You made a mistake
You got the wrong guy
I'm only guilty of a damn good time
No it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Blame the beer on the whiskey
Blame the mornin' on the night
For whose lyin' here with me
Blame the bar for the band
Blame the band for the song
Blame the song for the party that went all night long
But it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Mighta had a little fun
Lotta wrong I'd done
But it ain't my fault
Blame the heart for the hurtin'
Blame the hurtin' on the heart
Blame the dark on the devil
Blame the devil on the dark
Blame the ex for the drinkin'
Blame the drinkin' for the ex
Blame the two for one tequila's for whatever happens next
But it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Mighta had a little fun
Lotta wrong I'd done
But it ain't my fault
I got my hands up
I need an alibi
Find me a witness who can testify
You made a mistake
You got the wrong guy
I'm only guilty of a damn good time
No it ain't my fault
Blame my reason on my name
Blame my name on my reason
Blame my lack of knowing better on public education
Blame smoke on the fire
Blame fire on the smoke
Blame the fight on the bouncer that couldn't take a joke
But it ain't my fault
I got my hands up
I need an alibi
Find me a witness who can testify
You made a mistake
You got the wrong guy
I'm only guilty of a damn good time
No it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
No it ain't my fault
Writer: Jessi Leigh Alexander, John Osborne, TJ Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.