Justin Moore - Late Nights And Longnecks Album Lyrics

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Why We Drink

'Cause it's Friday
'Cause it's Monday
'Cause it's a charcoal burnin' Sunday
'Cause we ain't gonna get to one day
That's why we drink

'Cause the sun's up
'Cause it's sundown
'Cause my wound up needs a little unwound
'Cause we've been workin' all day but we're done now
Yeah, that's why we drink

'Cause they're ice cold
'Cause it's hot out
'Cause we're Jon Boat sittin' with the line out
'Cause we're a little messed up, but it's cheaper than a dang old shrink

'Cause we're grown up
'Cause we're still kids
'Cause we love doin' things 'cause our daddies did
'Cause it's alcohol abuse if you pour one down the sink
Yeah, that's why we drink

'Cause our team lost
'Cause our team won
'Cause Sweet Home Alabama just came on
'Cause we're lookin' for a reason to raise one
Yeah, that's why we drink

'Cause they're ice cold
'Cause it's hot out
'Cause we're Jon Boat sittin' with the line out
'Cause we're a little messed up, but it's cheaper than a dang old shrink

'Cause we're grown up
'Cause we're still kids
'Cause we love doin' things 'cause our daddies did
'Cause it's alcohol abuse if you pour one down the sink
Yeah, that's why we drink

To good friends, good times, you and me
To the red, white and blue boys and girls overseas

'Cause they're ice cold
'Cause it's hot out
'Cause we're Jon Boat sittin' with the line out
'Cause we're a little messed up, but it's cheaper than a dang old shrink
That's why we drink

'Cause we're grown up
'Cause we're still kids
'Cause we love doin' things 'cause our daddies did
'Cause it's alcohol abuse if you pour one down the sink
Yeah, that's why we drink

Yea-ea-eah
That's why we drink
That's why we drink

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That's My Boy

He'll believe that Jesus saves
He'll always love the Braves
He's gonna go through that phase where he thinks he knows it all
Gonna eat, sleep, and breathe in boots
Probably never gonna own a suit
Drop everything he's 'bout to do any time his mama calls

That's my boy
He's a blue chip straight off the blocker
Jacked up old truck, Kenwood rocker
Fist sized dent in a football locker
Fired up and making noise
He's a get back up from a life hand maker
Got your back now, you can get me back later
I can hear me now in my bleacher, proud southern boys
"Yeah, that's my boy"

Gonna break some hearts and break some bones
Gonna break out on his own
Find a rear view and get back home just as fast as he can
Like his old man

That's my boy
He's a blue chip straight off the blocker
Jacked up old truck, Kenwood rocker
Fist sized dent in a football locker
Fired up and making noise
He's a get back up from a life hand maker
Got your back now, you can get me back later
I can hear me now in my bleacher, proud southern boys
"Yeah, that's my boy"

That's my heart
That's my soul
That's my last name
That's a love like I've never known, yeah, that's my boy

Yeah, that's my boy
He's a blue chip straight off the blocker
Jacked up old truck, Kenwood rocker
Fist sized dent in a football locker
Fired up and making noise
He's a get back up from a life hand maker
Got your back now, you can get me back later
I can hear me now in my bleacher, proud southern boys
"Yeah, that's my boy"

Yeah, that's my boy
That's my boy

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The Ones That Didn't Make It Back Home

Tour was up, middle of June
She was planning a welcome home barbeque
Green bean casserole, Grandma's recipe
There was a knock on the door 'round two o'clock
Two uniforms and her heart stopped
Yellow ribbon 'round an oak tree
Blowin' in the breeze

Here's to the ones that didn't make it back home
The ones we ain't seen in so long
The hold up a beer ones, the wish they were here ones
The not forgotten but gone
They're in a better place up there
But they sure left a hole down here
We just go on livin' and go on missin' the ones
The ones that didn't make it back home

The whole town shut down, the whole town showed up
Sang Amazing Grace, watched a slideshow of
His 22 years
There was laughs and there was tears
And that preacher talked about sacrifice
And traffic stopped for them Cadillac lights
Johnny sold beer half price that night
And everybody raised 'em high, singin'

Here's to the ones that didn't make it back home
The ones we ain't seen in so long
The hold up a beer ones, the wish they were here ones
The not forgotten but gone
They're in a better place up there
But they sure left a hole down here
We just go on livin' and go on missin' the ones
The ones that didn't make it back home

Back to that front porch
Back through that front door
To the life they were fightin' for

Here's to the ones that didn't make it back home
The ones we ain't seen in so long
The hold up a beer ones, the wish they were here ones
The not forgotten but gone
They're in a better place up there
But they sure left a hole down here
We just go on livin' and go on missin' the ones
The ones that didn't make it back home

The ones that didn't make it back home

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Jesus And Jack Daniels

Mama put brother on a prayer list
When he got caught smoking that pot
Daddy found out, first thing he could grab
And he whipped with a Zebco rod
When we messed up she'd fill us up
With the scripture and a Baptist hymn
And she'd pray we'd be a little more like her
And a whole lot less like him

Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels
She was red letter heaven
He was old number seven
Between the two of 'em
Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle
Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels

He hated how she never had no fun
She hated how he had too much
I got a little bit from both of them
A little Bible and a little buzz
I wound up turnin' out
Smackdab in between
His taste for Lynchburg
And her grace from John 3:16

Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels
She was red letter heaven
He was old number seven
Between the two of 'em
Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle
Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels

I'm a little hell yeah
I'm a little hallelujah
If there's a stool or a pew
I might sit down next to ya

Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels
She was red letter heaven
He was old number seven
Between the two of 'em
Weren't nothin' they couldn't handle
Mama loved Jesus
Daddy loved Jack Daniels

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Airport Bar

Got my phone on airplane mode,
You couldn't reach me if you wanted too,
I'm here sitting in between some beauty queen on an iPhone trippin
some boots and jeans old cowboy dude with a toothpick smile he's Vegas bound gonna let it ride

Bought a ticket and missed my flight,
but baby I took off tonight,
I left behind you and me,
right across from gate 23,
And in my mind the wheels are up,
I'm on my way to over us,
Yeah I'm gone as hell, but I ain't gone too far
In this airport bar

I might not be on that plane,
And I know I'll never get my money back,
Ah but I'm all kinds of flying high
It ain't no window seat
But baby I'm alright with that cause I'm getting somewhere on 2 for 1's in a high back chair

Bought a ticket and missed my flight,
but baby I took off tonight,
I left behind you and me,
right across from gate 23,
And in my mind the wheels are up,
I'm on my way to over us,
Yeah I'm gone as hell but I ain't gone to far,
in this airport bar

I thought it would take a plane and trains and automobiles,
kind of get away to make me feel better

But in my mind the wheels are up
I'm on my way to over us
Yeah I'm gone as hell but I ain't gone too far in this airport bar,
This airport bar,
This airport bar

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Small Town Street Cred

Some of us drove a Chevy
Some of us drove a Ford
But we all kept an acre and half foot of mud caked up on the doors
We were ripping licks and chasing white tails
Just to hang 'em up over our beds
We were E'd up with it, we were all tryna get at that small town street cred

I got mine
How 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred

You had to hold your liquor
You had to hold your ground
Had to hold on to the football
Had to make that home crowd proud
That girl that was hell down the hall
Was heaven in the truck bed
She was wearing your jacket, you were showin' love, stackin' that small town street cred

I got mine
How 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred

[Guitar solo]

I got mine
How 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred, yeah

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Never Gonna Drink Again

Well I lost my job and my dog ran off
And my truck's broke down in the yard
My girlfriend's got her own girlfriend
I caught 'em makin' out at the barn
And my single wide's got a double wide leak
Yeah it's been a hell of a week

I think I'll pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again

Well the crops went dry and the fish won't bite
Been a minute since I caught me a break
I'm overdrawn and I can't get a load
Need some J-A money in the ba-a-ank

I think I'll pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again

I'm talkin' Cooter Brown
I'm talkin' three sheets
Talkin' can't walk, talkin' can't speak
I be struggle bus strugglin', Gatorade chuggin'
BCs by the bed for my poundin' head

'Til then I'm gonna pour myself a big ol' bottle of whiskey
'Til I don't care how rough a shape I'm in
Right now Jim Beam is the only thing gonna fix me
And I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again
Hell, I'm gonna drink 'til I swear that I'm never gonna drink again

[Instrumental]

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On The Rocks

She's probably stayin' at her Mama's spillin' all the drama now
Wine drinkin' off the hurtin', twistin' all my words around
This ain't my first rodeo
Hold on, here we go

Before I slam the door
I said, "Go to hell"
Call my buddies up
Now they're watchin' me drink by myself
Till they cut me off
Or till the doors are locked
Same 'ol back again are
On a bender
Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me
'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks

We've done more breakin' up again and makin' up again to count
Every single double ain't the only trouble goin' down
This drink and her love
Why don't I like the hard stuff?

Before I slam the door
I said, "Go to hell"
Call my buddies up
Now they're watchin' me drink by myself
Till they cut me off
Or till the doors are locked
Same 'ol back again are
On a bender
Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me
'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks

This drink and her love
Why do I like the hard stuff?

Before I slam the door
I said, "Go to hell"
Call my buddies up
Now they're watchin' me drink by myself
Till they cut me off
Or till the doors are locked
Same 'ol back again are
On a bender
Bartender, don't stop, pour it on me
'Cause this whiskey ain't the only thing on the rocks

Ain't the only thing on the rocks

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Someday I Gotta Quit

I woke up cussing Jack Daniels today, yeah
Could almost hear him laughing in my head
He ain't the kinda guy I'd hang out with, man
Someday I gotta quit

I killed that guilt with some getting to church on time
But I, couldn't make it through the sermon again
Without packing a little calm-down in my lip
And man someday I gotta quit

Between the whiskey and the nicotine
The wrong girls and the right jeans
All the other fires that keep burning me out keep lit
It ain't never gonna happen, some say
Oh but somehow, someway, someday I gotta quit

Old man wasn't waiting around like he always does
Hoping this might be the day I drop that grudge
And holding it is heavy, I admit
Man, some day I gotta quit

Between the whiskey and the nicotine
The wrong girls and the right jeans
All the other fires that keep burning me out keep lit
It ain't never gonna happen, some say
Oh but somehow, someway, someday I gotta quit

I got a long drag from a Marlboro in my lungs
Another long neck in my hands getting low
And I'm missing the girl that started all of this, damn
Some day I gotta quit

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Good Times Don't

Chevy got away from a square body
Tractors don't just come in green
There's a lot of new names for Granddaddy
A lot more brands than Wrangler Jeans
I don't know about you
But if you're anything like me

For cold beer, Friday night, mud on the steps
That ain't ever goin' out of style
Pretty girl ridin' shotgun, fishin' on a hot one's
Gonna be around for a while
The world spins 'round, the kids get grown
But they still turn it up when Hank comes on
Yeah, times change but good times don't

You pay a little more at the Shell station
Fiddling still ain't cool no more
It's a whole lot different since I was playin'
T-ball teams ain't keeping the score
But I'll put a hundred down
That a hundred years from now

For cold beer, Friday night, mud on the steps
That ain't ever goin' out of style
Pretty girl ridin' shotgun, fishin' on a hot one's
Gonna be around for a while
The world spins 'round, the kids get grown
But they still turn it up when Hank comes on
Yeah, times change but good times don't

I don't know about you
But if you're anything like me
For cold beer Friday night, mud on the steps
That ain't ever goin' out of style
Pretty girl ridin' shotgun, fishin' on a hot one's
Gonna be around for a while
The world spins 'round, the kids get grown
But they still turn it up when Hank comes on
Yeah, times change but good times don't
Good times don't