Full moon Friday night after the game
Stars must have all lined up early that day
I just turned 17, she had me by a month
We were young, we were green to the taste, to the touch
From that very first kiss, it was like we were born for that moment
Caught up in the perfect storm
It came in like a flood over the gate
Swallowed us up and it swept us away
We were over our heads, me and that girl
We were out of our minds, it was out of this world
It was always too much, it was never enough
It was just the kind of stuff you just can't make up
It was love
We reigned like the king and the queen of the land
Everyone wanted some of what we had then
Yeah, we were the ones they all talked about
Like we were the fire that would never go out
It came in like a flood over the gate
Swallowed us up and it swept us away
We were over our heads, me and that girl
We were out of our minds, it was out of this world
It was always too much, it was never enough
It was just the kind of stuff you just can't make up
It was love
We knew it was coming, still, it came way too soon
Neither one knew what to say or to do
So, we just let the radio play while we danced
We laughed and we cried like I never have since
It came in like a flood over the gate
Swallowed us up and it swept us away
We were over our heads, me and that girl
We were out of our minds, it was out of this world
It was always too much, it was never enough
It was just the kind of stuff you just can't make up
It was love
It was love
It was love
It was just the kind of stuff you just can't make up
George Strait - Cold Beer Conversation Album Lyrics
George Strait - Cold Beer Conversation Lyrics
Writer: KEITH GATTIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cold Beer Conversation
Ya ever feel like you're standing in glue
Going nowhere, yeah man, me too
Busting your butt just trying to get ahead
Wind up tasting a little dust instead
Buddy, I swear that pretty thing of mine
Don't ask for much but I'd be lyin'
If I said, I didn't want to give her everything that shines
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
Cold beer conversation
Man, don't you miss those Friday night lights?
Wouldn't you like to bust through that paper one more time?
Brother, my folks are gettin' up there in years
Momma still thinks the devil's in here
Now tell me buddy, don't you ever wish
We could work a little less, catch a few more fish?
Yeah, maybe one day when we both strike it rich
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
Cold beer conversation
We could sit here all night trying to make it make sense
A little buzz is probably all we're gonna get
But that's alright
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
It's just us man, go on and say it
Cold beer conversation
Going nowhere, yeah man, me too
Busting your butt just trying to get ahead
Wind up tasting a little dust instead
Buddy, I swear that pretty thing of mine
Don't ask for much but I'd be lyin'
If I said, I didn't want to give her everything that shines
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
Cold beer conversation
Man, don't you miss those Friday night lights?
Wouldn't you like to bust through that paper one more time?
Brother, my folks are gettin' up there in years
Momma still thinks the devil's in here
Now tell me buddy, don't you ever wish
We could work a little less, catch a few more fish?
Yeah, maybe one day when we both strike it rich
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
Cold beer conversation
We could sit here all night trying to make it make sense
A little buzz is probably all we're gonna get
But that's alright
Cold beer conversations
Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted
Trying to figure out life
Trying to figure out girls
Trying to find our place in this crazy old world
A little truth, a little frustration
It's just us man, go on and say it
Cold beer conversation
Writer: JIMMY YEARY, BEN HAYSLIP, AL ANDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Let It Go
Life's tough and then you die
And there ain't no rhyme or reason why
It comes right at you so you do what you do
Love's great until it's not
Hearts break but the world don't stop
When it rains, man, it pours you can't change the course
You can wish on a star but if it ain't in the cards
Let it go, sometimes you gotta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
Time flies while you save it all up
But someday this'll all be dust
It's all just stuff, it ain't ever enough
And you can't take it with you so you might as well just
Let it go, yeah you really oughta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
You never know
What's waiting just up the road
Sooner or later that sun's gonna shine
Luck will turn on a dime
So when the good times roll let 'em roll
But when they don't
Let it go
Move on, keep moving 'til you see the light
The one that you've been waiting on
Shining bright in the night
Saying hey there friend where the hell have you been
Let it go, you really gotta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
You never know
What's waiting just up the road
Sooner or later that sun's gonna shine
Luck will turn on a dime
And when the good times roll let 'em roll
But when they don't
Let it go
Let it go
You really gotta let it go
Let it go
Sometimes you gotta let it go
Let it go
You really oughta let it go
Let it go
And there ain't no rhyme or reason why
It comes right at you so you do what you do
Love's great until it's not
Hearts break but the world don't stop
When it rains, man, it pours you can't change the course
You can wish on a star but if it ain't in the cards
Let it go, sometimes you gotta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
Time flies while you save it all up
But someday this'll all be dust
It's all just stuff, it ain't ever enough
And you can't take it with you so you might as well just
Let it go, yeah you really oughta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
You never know
What's waiting just up the road
Sooner or later that sun's gonna shine
Luck will turn on a dime
So when the good times roll let 'em roll
But when they don't
Let it go
Move on, keep moving 'til you see the light
The one that you've been waiting on
Shining bright in the night
Saying hey there friend where the hell have you been
Let it go, you really gotta let it go
Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss
Give it a rest 'cause it is what it is
You never know
What's waiting just up the road
Sooner or later that sun's gonna shine
Luck will turn on a dime
And when the good times roll let 'em roll
But when they don't
Let it go
Let it go
You really gotta let it go
Let it go
Sometimes you gotta let it go
Let it go
You really oughta let it go
Let it go
Writer: KEITH GATTIS, GEORGE STRAIT, BUBBA STRAIT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Goin Goin Gone
I put in my forty and they take out way too much
The same old story, same old brown bag, homemade lunch
Might not be the big dream but I guess I can't complain
It pays the rent but that's about all that it pays
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
Ain't got no 401, ain't got no benefits
They don't hand out stock options, not down here in the pits
But I've got old glory hanging by my front porch light
Might not be the perfect world but then again, it might
All I know is
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
The same old story, same old brown bag, homemade lunch
Might not be the big dream but I guess I can't complain
It pays the rent but that's about all that it pays
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
Ain't got no 401, ain't got no benefits
They don't hand out stock options, not down here in the pits
But I've got old glory hanging by my front porch light
Might not be the perfect world but then again, it might
All I know is
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
It's been too long
Hey, I'm goin', I'm goin'
I'm overdue so throw it on the card
Bartender, keep it open, I'm just getting started
Come Monday morning, I just might be overdrawn
But it's Friday night, so, I'm goin', goin' gone
Writer: KEITH GATTIS, WYATT EARP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Something Going Down
These lights, don't they seem a little bright?
And the way you're holding me so tight
I don't think we need that much light right now
Come on baby, let's get something going down
You can drop my jaw
With your hair up in a ball
But I wish you'd just let it fall
On your shoulders, honey, pull that ribbon out
Come on baby, let's get something going down
(Something going down)
Like this blanket
(Something going down)
Wrapped around us
(Something going down)
Like this fever, oh baby, it's burning me up
Let's get something going down
I love this song
I love the way you sing along
The strings are barely holding on
To your body and that silky, satin gown
Come on baby, let's get something going down
(Something going down)
Like this blanket
(Something going down)
Wrapped around us
(Something going down)
Like this fever, oh baby, it's burning me up
Let's get something going down
And the way you're holding me so tight
I don't think we need that much light right now
Come on baby, let's get something going down
You can drop my jaw
With your hair up in a ball
But I wish you'd just let it fall
On your shoulders, honey, pull that ribbon out
Come on baby, let's get something going down
(Something going down)
Like this blanket
(Something going down)
Wrapped around us
(Something going down)
Like this fever, oh baby, it's burning me up
Let's get something going down
I love this song
I love the way you sing along
The strings are barely holding on
To your body and that silky, satin gown
Come on baby, let's get something going down
(Something going down)
Like this blanket
(Something going down)
Wrapped around us
(Something going down)
Like this fever, oh baby, it's burning me up
Let's get something going down
Writer: GEORGE STRAIT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Take Me To Texas
Take me to Texas
Two hundred years ago
Where a pride rose from the ashes of San Jacinto
It still beats in every heart
Like a battle cry
Where I was born, where I was raised, so when I die
Take me to Texas
On the open range
The Rio Grande is in my veins
It's heaven there
And so my prayer
Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas
The only home I know
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
Where my daddy worked
Where his blood and sweat and tears are still in that red dirt
Wild Palominos run
Cowboys are kings
And if I stray too far, I'll let my Lone Star dreams
Take me to Texas
On the open range
The Rio Grande is in my veins
It's heaven there
And so my prayer
Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas
The only home I know
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
There's something in the sky
And in your momma's eyes
So even if you try to move away
You'll end up on some road somewhere
With your thumb up in the air
When they ask you where you're headed, you'll say
Take me to Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antone
Houston, Laredo, Galveston
Or Austin, maybe Abilene
The closest thing I've ever seen
To Heaven's the Gulf of Mexico
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
Mhmmm
Take me to Texas
Oh, take me to Texas
Take me to Texas
Two hundred years ago
Where a pride rose from the ashes of San Jacinto
It still beats in every heart
Like a battle cry
Where I was born, where I was raised, so when I die
Take me to Texas
On the open range
The Rio Grande is in my veins
It's heaven there
And so my prayer
Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas
The only home I know
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
Where my daddy worked
Where his blood and sweat and tears are still in that red dirt
Wild Palominos run
Cowboys are kings
And if I stray too far, I'll let my Lone Star dreams
Take me to Texas
On the open range
The Rio Grande is in my veins
It's heaven there
And so my prayer
Is that you'll take me anywhere in Texas
The only home I know
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
There's something in the sky
And in your momma's eyes
So even if you try to move away
You'll end up on some road somewhere
With your thumb up in the air
When they ask you where you're headed, you'll say
Take me to Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antone
Houston, Laredo, Galveston
Or Austin, maybe Abilene
The closest thing I've ever seen
To Heaven's the Gulf of Mexico
I'm a child of the Alamo
And the Yellow Rose
So when I go
Take me to Texas
Mhmmm
Take me to Texas
Oh, take me to Texas
Take me to Texas
Writer: Brandy Lynn Clark, Shane L McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
It Takes All Kinds
Some got a boat they like to float
Some got a story they sugar coat
Some got a clue and then some don't
It takes all kinds
Some got a beer they like to drink
Some got a thought they like to think
Some got a chain with a few more links
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
You've got a song, go on and sing it
Crank it up, rear back and bring it
I've got one, I think I'll swing it
It takes all kinds
Some wear a backwards baseball cap
If that's you, I'm cool with that
Me, I'm more a cowboy hat
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
You've got a song, go on and sing it
Crank it up, rear back and bring it
I've got one, I think I'll swing it
It takes all kinds
Some like a dip in their bottom lip
They say, it's easier to spit
Me, I like a top lip dip
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
Some say it is, some say it ain't
Some say we can, some say we can't
Winners, losers, sinners, saints
It takes all kinds
Some got a boat they like to float
Some got a clue and then some don't
Some got a beer they like to drink
Some got a thought they like to think
Some got a chain with a few more links
It takes all kinds
Some got a story they sugar coat
Some got a clue and then some don't
It takes all kinds
Some got a beer they like to drink
Some got a thought they like to think
Some got a chain with a few more links
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
You've got a song, go on and sing it
Crank it up, rear back and bring it
I've got one, I think I'll swing it
It takes all kinds
Some wear a backwards baseball cap
If that's you, I'm cool with that
Me, I'm more a cowboy hat
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
You've got a song, go on and sing it
Crank it up, rear back and bring it
I've got one, I think I'll swing it
It takes all kinds
Some like a dip in their bottom lip
They say, it's easier to spit
Me, I like a top lip dip
It takes all kinds
That's what makes this world go around
You keep doing your thing, I'm doing mine right now
Some say it is, some say it ain't
Some say we can, some say we can't
Winners, losers, sinners, saints
It takes all kinds
Some got a boat they like to float
Some got a clue and then some don't
Some got a beer they like to drink
Some got a thought they like to think
Some got a chain with a few more links
It takes all kinds
Writer: GEORGE STRAIT
Copyright: Lyrics © HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Stop And Drink
Weatherman said, "It's 105."
Is it global warming, I'm trying to decide
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Is there life on Mars, the question begs
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
I recall a buddy of mine
He dropped dead when he was only 49
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
He left all his money behind
His best friend married his widow wife
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
You know the common man can't get a break
Wall Street cheats and guess who pays?
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
You're headed home, the work day is done
Neon sign flashing 2-for-1
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Yeah, little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Is it global warming, I'm trying to decide
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Is there life on Mars, the question begs
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
I recall a buddy of mine
He dropped dead when he was only 49
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
He left all his money behind
His best friend married his widow wife
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
You know the common man can't get a break
Wall Street cheats and guess who pays?
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
You're headed home, the work day is done
Neon sign flashing 2-for-1
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
It'll make you stop
Go inside of your favorite bar
Sit a while on a tall bar stool
And think and think and think
No, you don't need a big excuse
To pop a top and cut it loose
Little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Yeah, little stuff like that will make you stop and drink
Writer: DALE DODSON, TROY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Everything I See
Drove down to the old place a couple a days ago
Where I grew up riding next to you, learning everything I know
I noticed just how green things were when I pulled through the gate
Like the greener pastures up there where we'll meet again someday
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit
When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched
To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Seems to rain now all the time, hadn't seen this much in years
Didn't take you long to send back home some answers to our prayers
A lot of things are different now but so much is still the same
And I accidentally dial your number almost every day
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit
When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched
To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
If somehow you could find that cloud with my stuff locked away
Dust it off and you could see the things I send you everyday
Yeah, I could send a picture of your great grandson growing up
Tell you one more time I love you and that I miss you so much
Sometimes it's the little things that really get to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Where I grew up riding next to you, learning everything I know
I noticed just how green things were when I pulled through the gate
Like the greener pastures up there where we'll meet again someday
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit
When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched
To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Seems to rain now all the time, hadn't seen this much in years
Didn't take you long to send back home some answers to our prayers
A lot of things are different now but so much is still the same
And I accidentally dial your number almost every day
Wish I'd have thought to slip a phone in the pocket of your suit
When the good Lord called you home on that sunny day in June
Then I could send a picture of all the things you touched
To think a man who led such a simple life could leave behind so much
It's just a lot of little things but they mean the world to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
If somehow you could find that cloud with my stuff locked away
Dust it off and you could see the things I send you everyday
Yeah, I could send a picture of your great grandson growing up
Tell you one more time I love you and that I miss you so much
Sometimes it's the little things that really get to me
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Everywhere I look there's one more memory
There's a little bit of you in everything I see
Writer: BUBBA STRAIT, DEAN DILLON, GEORGE STRAIT, KEITH GATTIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Rock Paper Scissors
Rock, paper, scissors
Sittin' on the table in the kitchen
That's all he's got left since she got gone
It goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted
He's blowing up her phone but it ain't gonna change a thing
'Cause there ain't gonna be no best two out of three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
When she found him passed out on couch
With lipstick on his cheek
There was nothing left but take a breath
And one, two, three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Sittin' on the table in the kitchen
Yeah
Sittin' on the table in the kitchen
That's all he's got left since she got gone
It goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted
He's blowing up her phone but it ain't gonna change a thing
'Cause there ain't gonna be no best two out of three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
When she found him passed out on couch
With lipstick on his cheek
There was nothing left but take a breath
And one, two, three
She slipped that ring off her finger
Slapped that ink on a goodbye note
She cut his face outta every picture
Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors
Sittin' on the table in the kitchen
Yeah
Writer: BUBBA STRAIT, CASEY BEATHARD, MONTY CRISWELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Wish You Well
There's a tangerine sunset
Reflectin' off the water
Reflectin' off this bottle in my hand
When I get to the bottom of it
I got five more in that bucket
To get me free as can be like the breeze off the sugar sand
I was a shadow of myself
Back on the mainland when you left
Out here, I can clear my mind and the wind can fill my sails
One more Tecate and I'll be
Closer to where I need to be
Six Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
You know these dark-haired senoritas
They sure know how to treat ya
Ain't sure what they're sayin' but I'm hangin' on every word
With every sip I get a little bit closer
To forgettin' and gettin' over
That memory that followed me down here to heaven on earth
I was a shadow of myself
Back on the mainland when you left
Out here, I can clear my mind and the wind can fill my sails
One more Tecate and I'll be
Closer to where I need to be
Four Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
When I crossed the border, I told myself
I'd say goodbye in Cozumel
Two Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
Yeah, I wish you well
Reflectin' off the water
Reflectin' off this bottle in my hand
When I get to the bottom of it
I got five more in that bucket
To get me free as can be like the breeze off the sugar sand
I was a shadow of myself
Back on the mainland when you left
Out here, I can clear my mind and the wind can fill my sails
One more Tecate and I'll be
Closer to where I need to be
Six Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
You know these dark-haired senoritas
They sure know how to treat ya
Ain't sure what they're sayin' but I'm hangin' on every word
With every sip I get a little bit closer
To forgettin' and gettin' over
That memory that followed me down here to heaven on earth
I was a shadow of myself
Back on the mainland when you left
Out here, I can clear my mind and the wind can fill my sails
One more Tecate and I'll be
Closer to where I need to be
Four Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
When I crossed the border, I told myself
I'd say goodbye in Cozumel
Two Mexican beers between wish you were here and wish you well
Yeah, I wish you well
Writer: JEFF HYDE, CLINT DANIELS, BRICE LONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
Cheaper Than A Shrink
I was sittin' in a chair at the H&R Block
Some bean countin', pencil pusher runnin' up the clock
Said, "I've tallied up your numbers for the end of the year
And son, you've spent a small fortune on liquor and beer."
I said, it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
It's sixteen-fifty for a bottle of Jack
No pouring out your heart to some high-dollar quack
Just a flip of the wrist and you're gettin' it done
And gettin' just as messed up and havin' a lot more fun
And it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
Aw, it's cheaper than a shrink
Now me and her had this little problem between us
Tryin' to bridge the gap between Mars and Venus
She said, "Honey, I think we need to see a marital counselor."
I said, "All we need to do is slam a case of twelve-ouncers."
'Cause it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
About eighteen bucks'll get you four six-packs
No pouring out your heart to some high dollar quack
Just a flip of the wrist and you're gettin' it done
And gettin' just as messed up and havin' a lot more fun
And it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
Yeah, it's cheaper than a shrink
If liquor prices soared as high as gasoline
Then I'd a quit drinkin' back when I was nineteen
It's the oldest most proven form of therapy
The best thing about it far as I can see is that it's
Cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
And it's cheaper than a shrink
Aw, you just pour and drink
And it's a whole lot cheaper
Than some big town, clock hound, drag you down shrink
Some bean countin', pencil pusher runnin' up the clock
Said, "I've tallied up your numbers for the end of the year
And son, you've spent a small fortune on liquor and beer."
I said, it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
It's sixteen-fifty for a bottle of Jack
No pouring out your heart to some high-dollar quack
Just a flip of the wrist and you're gettin' it done
And gettin' just as messed up and havin' a lot more fun
And it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
Aw, it's cheaper than a shrink
Now me and her had this little problem between us
Tryin' to bridge the gap between Mars and Venus
She said, "Honey, I think we need to see a marital counselor."
I said, "All we need to do is slam a case of twelve-ouncers."
'Cause it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
About eighteen bucks'll get you four six-packs
No pouring out your heart to some high dollar quack
Just a flip of the wrist and you're gettin' it done
And gettin' just as messed up and havin' a lot more fun
And it's cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
Yeah, it's cheaper than a shrink
If liquor prices soared as high as gasoline
Then I'd a quit drinkin' back when I was nineteen
It's the oldest most proven form of therapy
The best thing about it far as I can see is that it's
Cheaper than a shrink
You don't have to think
You just pour and drink
And it's cheaper than a shrink
Aw, you just pour and drink
And it's a whole lot cheaper
Than some big town, clock hound, drag you down shrink
Writer: BILL ANDERSON, BUDDY CANNON, JAMEY JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Even When I Cant Feel It
The sky is falling down around me
This kind of storm just might drown me
If I let it
It's hard to look on the bright side
When you've been blindsided by
Something you never saw coming
That worst thing you could imagine
I believe in God even when He's silent
I believe in the sun even when it isn't shining
I believe in good luck even when the dealer don't deal it
I believe in love, I believe in love
Even when I can't feel it
Bad things happen to good people
Without any rhyme or reason, it just happens
There's nothing fair about it
But what can I do about it?
Tomorrow's another day
Good or bad, either way
I believe in God even when He's silent
I believe in the sun even when it isn't shining
I believe in good luck even when the dealer don't deal it
I believe in love, I believe in love
Even when I can't feel it
Even when I can't feel it
I believe in love
This kind of storm just might drown me
If I let it
It's hard to look on the bright side
When you've been blindsided by
Something you never saw coming
That worst thing you could imagine
I believe in God even when He's silent
I believe in the sun even when it isn't shining
I believe in good luck even when the dealer don't deal it
I believe in love, I believe in love
Even when I can't feel it
Bad things happen to good people
Without any rhyme or reason, it just happens
There's nothing fair about it
But what can I do about it?
Tomorrow's another day
Good or bad, either way
I believe in God even when He's silent
I believe in the sun even when it isn't shining
I believe in good luck even when the dealer don't deal it
I believe in love, I believe in love
Even when I can't feel it
Even when I can't feel it
I believe in love
Writer: Ben Hayslip, Dean Dillon, Lee Thomas Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cold Beer Conversation is the twenty-ninth studio album by American country music artist George Strait. It was released on September 25, 2015 via MCA Nashville.
The album's first single, "Let It Go", was released to radio on April 20, 2015.
Performed By:
George StraitThe album's first single, "Let It Go", was released to radio on April 20, 2015.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Chuck Ainlay, George Strait
Released: September 25th, 2015
Year: 2015