Aw, let's go, boys
This bar's where I come to when life gets to me
A night without thinking is just what I need
If it feels like things happen for no reason or rhyme
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
So, set 'em up, Joe
Set 'em up all around
There ain't no good reason for anyone to feel down
Half empty, half full
It's all in your state of mind
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
A jukebox, good buddies and pretty women are here
What we need is a little more love and less fear
It's not that a dollar ain't worth a dime
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
So, set 'em up, Joe
Set 'em up all around
There ain't no good reason for anyone to feel down
Half empty, half full
It's all in your state of mind
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
So, set 'em up, Joe
Set 'em up all around
There ain't no good reason for anyone to feel down
Half empty, half full
It's all in your state of mind
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
It's just that the whole world is three drinks behind
Three drinks behind (set 'em up, Joe)
Three drinks behind
George Strait - Cowboys And Dreamers Album Lyrics
George Strait - Cowboys And Dreamers Lyrics
(Featuring Chris Stapleton)
Writer: Kim Williams, Benjamin Gaither, Jeff Silvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Cowboys And Dreamers
Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Somewhere between high on top of the world
And fighting with calling it quits
Mama says she thinks I've always been this way
Like I was just born with it
Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue eyes
Until they cry in the rain
We're always after some greener pastures
That won't quit calling our name
We ride against the grain, we don't pull back on the reins
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
And too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Trying to find where I fit
Somewhere between high on top of the world
And fighting with calling it quits
Mama says she thinks I've always been this way
Like I was just born with it
Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue eyes
Until they cry in the rain
We're always after some greener pastures
That won't quit calling our name
We ride against the grain, we don't pull back on the reins
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Ain't nothing sweeter than chasing that fever
And too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Writer: George Strait, Jessie Jo Dillon, Keith Gattis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
To The Moon
I like old dogs, I like movies
I like the 60s, back when everything was groovy
I like my job, I like my friends
I like a lot of things, but then again
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above and back again
I like the walk, I like the line
I like the way that you're always on my mind
I like the smile you put on me
I like life more the more of you I see
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above and back again
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above
To the moon up above and back again
I like the 60s, back when everything was groovy
I like my job, I like my friends
I like a lot of things, but then again
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above and back again
I like the walk, I like the line
I like the way that you're always on my mind
I like the smile you put on me
I like life more the more of you I see
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above and back again
I love you and you alone
More than anything that I've ever known
And I love you through thick and thin
To the moon up above
To the moon up above and back again
Writer: George Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
MIA Down In MIA
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
My little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I'm sick and tired of staring at
These four gray walls staring back at me
To tell the truth, I'm about to come unglued
Trying to find a piece of happy
So, I threw a dart at a map
Told the blues, take that, I'm leaving
I found a place in FLA
With one of every single thing I've been needin'
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
With a little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I can see me now laying out on a beach chair
With a cooler full of totties, oh yeah
Staring through my Ray-Bans
At the white sand, water colored painted bodies
One by one, I'll work my way to heaven's gate
Soaking up that fuzzy feeling
Now you can't tell me what I picture in my head
Ain't just what I've been needin', oh, yeah
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
My little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
My little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I'm sick and tired of staring at
These four gray walls staring back at me
To tell the truth, I'm about to come unglued
Trying to find a piece of happy
So, I threw a dart at a map
Told the blues, take that, I'm leaving
I found a place in FLA
With one of every single thing I've been needin'
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
With a little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I can see me now laying out on a beach chair
With a cooler full of totties, oh yeah
Staring through my Ray-Bans
At the white sand, water colored painted bodies
One by one, I'll work my way to heaven's gate
Soaking up that fuzzy feeling
Now you can't tell me what I picture in my head
Ain't just what I've been needin', oh, yeah
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Take that A1A to where the palm trees sway
My little hideaway
Hello, land of Corona
White beaches, flora and fauna
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
I'm heading out today
I'm going MIA down in MIA
Writer: Adam Craig, Dean Dillon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.
Wish I Could Say
Wish I could say, bartender, close me out when you can
I don't wanna keep her a-waitin'
And I don't know when I'll be back in here
So no, the seat I'm on, it don't need savin'
And there's no way a guy like me
Could ever let a girl like that one get away
Bartender, keep 'em comin'
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could tell you I'm the luckiest guy
Who ever stepped foot into this bar
'Cause I've got someone who swears I'm her only one
And thinks I hung the moon and stars
Wish I could tell you she's home waitin' for me now
I need to be on my way
Bartender, bring another round
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could say she'd never leave me all alone
Lookin' for that greener grass
Wish I could say it won't be long and she'll be home
God, I love the sound of that
Wish I could tell you how the world ain't endin'
And how it's all gonna be okay
Bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could say she'd never leave me all alone
Lookin' for that greener grass
Wish I could say it won't be long and she'll be home
God, I love the sound of that
Wish I could tell you how the world ain't endin'
And how it's all gonna be okay
Bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Mm, bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
I don't wanna keep her a-waitin'
And I don't know when I'll be back in here
So no, the seat I'm on, it don't need savin'
And there's no way a guy like me
Could ever let a girl like that one get away
Bartender, keep 'em comin'
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could tell you I'm the luckiest guy
Who ever stepped foot into this bar
'Cause I've got someone who swears I'm her only one
And thinks I hung the moon and stars
Wish I could tell you she's home waitin' for me now
I need to be on my way
Bartender, bring another round
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could say she'd never leave me all alone
Lookin' for that greener grass
Wish I could say it won't be long and she'll be home
God, I love the sound of that
Wish I could tell you how the world ain't endin'
And how it's all gonna be okay
Bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Wish I could say she'd never leave me all alone
Lookin' for that greener grass
Wish I could say it won't be long and she'll be home
God, I love the sound of that
Wish I could tell you how the world ain't endin'
And how it's all gonna be okay
Bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Mm, bartender, don't go too far now
There's a whole lot more that I wish I could say
Writer: George Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Calling From The Car
He said, "Hello, Sue I'm calling from the car"
In a while, I'll be there where you are
Been working late tonight
But soon, I'll hold you tight
Goodbye
And he said, "Hey, Renee I'm out here on my phone"
And I hate leaving you and driving home
Tonight, we had some fun
Baby, you're the one
Goodbye
Then he said, "Hello, Linda, do you remember?"
We met last week at the Burning Ember
I must have the wrong number
Goodbye
And he said, "Hey, Sheree, no, I'm not calling Jim"
Let's act like I'm really calling him
I miss your pretty face
Same time, same place
Goodbye
Then he said, "Hello, Sue I'm calling from the car"
Mix me up a drink, I'm not that far
It's 12:55
I'm pulling in the drive
In a while, I'll be there where you are
Been working late tonight
But soon, I'll hold you tight
Goodbye
And he said, "Hey, Renee I'm out here on my phone"
And I hate leaving you and driving home
Tonight, we had some fun
Baby, you're the one
Goodbye
Then he said, "Hello, Linda, do you remember?"
We met last week at the Burning Ember
I must have the wrong number
Goodbye
And he said, "Hey, Sheree, no, I'm not calling Jim"
Let's act like I'm really calling him
I miss your pretty face
Same time, same place
Goodbye
Then he said, "Hello, Sue I'm calling from the car"
Mix me up a drink, I'm not that far
It's 12:55
I'm pulling in the drive
Writer: George Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
People Get Hurt Sometimes
People get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
You don't always see it coming
And ignore the warning signs
When you should be off and running
You're hanging on for dear life
People get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
You can't always trust your feelings
Better look out for your heart
When it comes down to someone leaving
One more world falls apart
People get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember people get hurt sometimes
Before we go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
You don't always see it coming
And ignore the warning signs
When you should be off and running
You're hanging on for dear life
People get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
You can't always trust your feelings
Better look out for your heart
When it comes down to someone leaving
One more world falls apart
People get hurt sometimes
Love don't always last forever
Before you go and cross that line
Remember people get hurt sometimes
Before we go and cross that line
Remember, people get hurt sometimes
Writer: George Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Honky Tonk Hall Of Fame
[ Featuring Chris Stapleton ]
Well, if go down in history
I'll owe it to this misery
From all the lies you told to me
And this poor old heart you broke
Now people, they might walk on by
And never even recognize
That I'm a legend in disguise
Not just your average Joe
You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor
If you look up a world-class fool
And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been
At drinkin' doubles up on this stool
Well, go on, you can shake my hand
Everybody gonna know my name
When they hang my star behind the bar
At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame (woo)
Now see those bottles in a line
And every one's a friend of mine (aw, mine too)
And we have us a real good time
In spite of all the pain
But being famous has a price
There's smoke and mirrors and neon lights
I'm livin' proof that lonely nights
Can drive a man insane
You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor
If you look up a world-class fool
And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been
At drinkin' doubles up on this stool
Well, go on, you can shake my hand
Everybody's gonna know my name
When they hang my star behind the bar
At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame
Well, you'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor
If you look up a world-class fool
And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been
At drinkin' doubles up on this stool
Well, go on, you can shake my hand
'Cause everybody's gonna know my name
When they hang my star behind the bar
At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame
Yeah, they'll hang our stars behind the bar
At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame
Aw, yeah
Cheers, brother
Writer: Christopher Stapleton, Timothy James, Jameson Clark
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Little Things
Watchin' this sunset, yeah, man, it hit me
I'm alive but I ain't really been livin'
Maybe flyin' through this life so fast I'm missin'
The little things
Those moments when you swear you feel the clock stop
And the answer seems as simple as a raindrop
'Cause you realize that we're here on this big rock
For the little things
Like an old Merle Haggard song
Mama on the phone
Midnight on a back porch
Slow kiss on a dance floor
A tiny diamond in your pocket
A baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
If you're askin' me
It's the little things
The secret to life, hey, we all wanna find it
But the more I look, the more that I'm reminded
That what we want is always right there, hiding
In all the little things
Like homemade ice cream in a bowl
A jacket when it's cold
Fifth gear on a fast car
New strings on a guitar
A tiny diamond in your pocket
A baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
If you're askin' me
Yeah, it's the little things
Take everything and drop it
For a baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
I guess all I really want to say
Don't let the big get in the way
Of the little things
Oh, the little things
I'm alive but I ain't really been livin'
Maybe flyin' through this life so fast I'm missin'
The little things
Those moments when you swear you feel the clock stop
And the answer seems as simple as a raindrop
'Cause you realize that we're here on this big rock
For the little things
Like an old Merle Haggard song
Mama on the phone
Midnight on a back porch
Slow kiss on a dance floor
A tiny diamond in your pocket
A baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
If you're askin' me
It's the little things
The secret to life, hey, we all wanna find it
But the more I look, the more that I'm reminded
That what we want is always right there, hiding
In all the little things
Like homemade ice cream in a bowl
A jacket when it's cold
Fifth gear on a fast car
New strings on a guitar
A tiny diamond in your pocket
A baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
If you're askin' me
Yeah, it's the little things
Take everything and drop it
For a baby that needs rockin' back to sleep
I guess all I really want to say
Don't let the big get in the way
Of the little things
Oh, the little things
Writer: Bubba Strait, George Strait, Monty Russ Criswell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
The Book
There's a book in my saddle
Written words to see me through
About a man who was a savior
Died and raised again for me and you
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
I believe what Jesus told me
If you ask, you shall receive
And I wanna ride with that band of angels, yes, I do
When the good Lord says it's time for me to leave
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
I don't worry 'bout what's behind me
He says the past is in the past
He won't give me what I can't handle, no
'Cause He told me that one day He's coming back
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
Just some cowboys to save from a burning hell
Written words to see me through
About a man who was a savior
Died and raised again for me and you
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
I believe what Jesus told me
If you ask, you shall receive
And I wanna ride with that band of angels, yes, I do
When the good Lord says it's time for me to leave
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
I don't worry 'bout what's behind me
He says the past is in the past
He won't give me what I can't handle, no
'Cause He told me that one day He's coming back
It's written, He'll come down riding on a big white stallion
With a band of angels hot on His trail
He ain't lookin' for no desperado, no
Just some good cowboys to save from a burning hell
Just some cowboys to save from a burning hell
Writer: Bubba Strait, Dean Dillon, George Strait, Jessie Jo Dillon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rent
This song was written by our friend Keith Gattis
An amazing songwriter, singer and guitar slinger
We lost Keith way too soon
He wrote this song with another Texas legend, Guy Clark
Keith, we miss you, brother
But I know we're gonna see you again someday
He wore a sweat stained open road Stetson hat
A domino king from way on back
Jack of all trades with an old jon boat
And he spent his last days just making it float
And every now and then he'd pick me up
When he knew the water wouldn't be too rough
He was known for never saying too much
But we'd get in that boat and he'd open right up
He said, the war took my brother
The good Lord took my mother
And the years, well, I don't know where they all went
Until that roll is called up yonder
All I can do is wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
Sometimes we'd just sit and laugh
About girls and dogs and friends we had
He said the goodin's are the hardest to come by
And I'd get him tell me 'bout the days gone by
He'd bait his hook and wipe his brow
Start resurrecting ups and downs
We'd drift offshore while the daylight burned
And I'd hang on to every word
He said, I've done my share of living
Found a woman who was willing
And through the years I've learned how to bend
Until that roll is called up yonder
I can't help but wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
Last time I saw him, he was moving slow
Said, I ain't got much farther to go
But I'd like you to have this boat
Take her out and make her float
I can't tell you how to live your life
But if you find a good girl, hold on tight
Treat her good and pay your bills
Your friends will help you climb the hills
He said, that road is long and winding
And when I look behind me
Well, I'd like to think that it was time well spent
Until that roll is called up yonder
I can't help but wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
He wore a sweat stained open road Stetson hat
Was a domino king from way on back
Jack of all trades with an old jon boat
And he spent his last days just making it float
An amazing songwriter, singer and guitar slinger
We lost Keith way too soon
He wrote this song with another Texas legend, Guy Clark
Keith, we miss you, brother
But I know we're gonna see you again someday
He wore a sweat stained open road Stetson hat
A domino king from way on back
Jack of all trades with an old jon boat
And he spent his last days just making it float
And every now and then he'd pick me up
When he knew the water wouldn't be too rough
He was known for never saying too much
But we'd get in that boat and he'd open right up
He said, the war took my brother
The good Lord took my mother
And the years, well, I don't know where they all went
Until that roll is called up yonder
All I can do is wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
Sometimes we'd just sit and laugh
About girls and dogs and friends we had
He said the goodin's are the hardest to come by
And I'd get him tell me 'bout the days gone by
He'd bait his hook and wipe his brow
Start resurrecting ups and downs
We'd drift offshore while the daylight burned
And I'd hang on to every word
He said, I've done my share of living
Found a woman who was willing
And through the years I've learned how to bend
Until that roll is called up yonder
I can't help but wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
Last time I saw him, he was moving slow
Said, I ain't got much farther to go
But I'd like you to have this boat
Take her out and make her float
I can't tell you how to live your life
But if you find a good girl, hold on tight
Treat her good and pay your bills
Your friends will help you climb the hills
He said, that road is long and winding
And when I look behind me
Well, I'd like to think that it was time well spent
Until that roll is called up yonder
I can't help but wonder
If I even did enough to make a dent
But I made a few good friends
And I always paid my rent
He wore a sweat stained open road Stetson hat
Was a domino king from way on back
Jack of all trades with an old jon boat
And he spent his last days just making it float
Writer: George Strait, Monty Russ Criswell, Bubba Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Waymore's Blues
Well, I woke up this mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Around the curve come a passenger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy, he's dead, he's been a long time gone
Been a long time gone
He been a long time gone
Well, if you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E
You gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Wanna get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a cold motion like a D-O-G
Like a D-O-G
D-O-G
Let's go, boys
Ah, yeah
Come on, now
Well, I've got a good woman, what's the matter with me?
What makes me wanna love every woman I see?
I was trifling when I met her now I'm trifling again
And every woman she sees looks like a place I came in
Like a place I came in
Place I came in
Well, I've got my name painted on my shirt
I ain't no ordinary dude, I don't have to work
I don't have to work
We don't have to work, you know
Aw, let's do some work, boys
Around the curve come a passenger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy, he's dead, he's been a long time gone
Been a long time gone
He been a long time gone
Well, if you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E
You gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Wanna get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a cold motion like a D-O-G
Like a D-O-G
D-O-G
Let's go, boys
Ah, yeah
Come on, now
Well, I've got a good woman, what's the matter with me?
What makes me wanna love every woman I see?
I was trifling when I met her now I'm trifling again
And every woman she sees looks like a place I came in
Like a place I came in
Place I came in
Well, I've got my name painted on my shirt
I ain't no ordinary dude, I don't have to work
I don't have to work
We don't have to work, you know
Aw, let's do some work, boys
Writer: Waylon Jennings, Curtis Buck
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
The Journey Of Your Life
He was old school in overalls
Tough as nails as I recall
Fought a war and came back home
Honest as the day was long
Right before my grandpa died
He looked me right straight in the eye
Said, "Here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life"
You'll need a hero and a good dog
Especially a good dog
A hammer and a handsaw
A Band-aid now and then
You'll need a home to come home to
Son, we all need a refuge
And on the straight and narrow path
You'll need to learn to bend
You'll need a good square, keep it level
And grace to face the devil
You'll need an angel flyin' by your side
On the journey of your life
Ride the wind 'til we meet again
On the other side of life
You'll need some good luck and a Bible
Especially a Bible
A lot of faith in God above
A woman you can love
You'll need a good song you can sing on
And a shoulder you can lean on
You'll have to draw a line sometimes
When push comes to shove
You need to lose some to be a winner
Have courage to surrender
You'll need to laugh a lot and keep it light
On the journey of your life
And no matter what dreams you're chasin'
Never get above your raisin'
May the simple things be amazing
On the journey of your life
I'll be the angel flyin' by your side
On the journey of your life
Tough as nails as I recall
Fought a war and came back home
Honest as the day was long
Right before my grandpa died
He looked me right straight in the eye
Said, "Here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life"
You'll need a hero and a good dog
Especially a good dog
A hammer and a handsaw
A Band-aid now and then
You'll need a home to come home to
Son, we all need a refuge
And on the straight and narrow path
You'll need to learn to bend
You'll need a good square, keep it level
And grace to face the devil
You'll need an angel flyin' by your side
On the journey of your life
Ride the wind 'til we meet again
On the other side of life
You'll need some good luck and a Bible
Especially a Bible
A lot of faith in God above
A woman you can love
You'll need a good song you can sing on
And a shoulder you can lean on
You'll have to draw a line sometimes
When push comes to shove
You need to lose some to be a winner
Have courage to surrender
You'll need to laugh a lot and keep it light
On the journey of your life
And no matter what dreams you're chasin'
Never get above your raisin'
May the simple things be amazing
On the journey of your life
I'll be the angel flyin' by your side
On the journey of your life
Writer: George Strait
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cowboys and Dreamers is the thirty-first studio album by American country music artist George Strait. It was released on September 6, 2024, via MCA Nashville. The album's first single, "MIA Down in MIA", was released on May 17, 2024.
Strait dedicated the album to longtime fiddle player of Ace in the Hole Band Gene Elders and manager Erv Woosley, who both died on March 20, 2024, as well as road manager Tom Foote who died on April 29, 2024.
While performing in 2024, Strait teased songs for Cowboys and Dreamers, including "Honky Tonk Hall of Fame" (featuring Chris Stapleton), "Three Drinks Behind", and "You Don't Know What You're Missing".
"Waymore's Blues" was co-written and previously recorded by Waylon Jennings for his 1975 studio album, Dreaming My Dreams.
Cowboys and Dreamers debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200 and number six on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart, with first-week totals of 27,000 equivalent units.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
George StraitStrait dedicated the album to longtime fiddle player of Ace in the Hole Band Gene Elders and manager Erv Woosley, who both died on March 20, 2024, as well as road manager Tom Foote who died on April 29, 2024.
While performing in 2024, Strait teased songs for Cowboys and Dreamers, including "Honky Tonk Hall of Fame" (featuring Chris Stapleton), "Three Drinks Behind", and "You Don't Know What You're Missing".
"Waymore's Blues" was co-written and previously recorded by Waylon Jennings for his 1975 studio album, Dreaming My Dreams.
Cowboys and Dreamers debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200 and number six on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart, with first-week totals of 27,000 equivalent units.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Chris Stapleton
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Chuck Ainlay, Tony Brown, George Strait
Length: 47:49
Released: September 6th, 2024
Year: 2024