Stray Dog Album Lyrics by Justin Moore

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Everybody Get Along

[Justin Moore, Riley Green]
I like a Chevy
And I like a Ford
Waylon was a man
No, it was Hank in '84
Now you can't beat Dale Earnhardt
No, Petty was the king
Well, I like the Smoky Mountains
And I like the Panama City Beach

[Justin Moore, Riley Green, Both]
I like this and I like that
But when it comes down to it, we got each other's backs
In a world where all we do is fight and fuss and disagree
Why can't everybody get along like you and me?

[Riley Green, Justin Moore]
I wear Realtree
Son, I wear Mossy Oak (Haha)
I drink Jack on ice
Hell, I drink Crown and Coke
I like my chicken fried
And I like mine barbecued
I like a down-home country girl
Hell, I do too (Yeah)

[Justin Moore, Riley Green, Both]
I like this and I like that
But when it comes down to it, we got each other's backs
In a world where all we do is fight and fuss and disagree
Why can't everybody get along like you and me?

[Riley Green]
Yeah

[Justin Moore, Riley Green]
Hey, you like Nascar?
Oh yeah, I'm a big Nascar fan
Alright, here's a test
Favorite Nascar track
Favorite track?
Go

[Riley Green, Justin Moore]
Hell, I like Talladega
No, I like Daytona
What do you say we go grab a drink?
Brother, any time you wanna

[Justin Moore, Riley Green, Both]
I like this and I like that (That's alright)
When it comes down to it, we got each other's backs
In a world where all we do is fight and fuss and disagree
Why can't everybody get along like you and me?
Why can't everybody get along like you and me?


[Justin Moore, Riley Green, Both]
I don't get it, man
You remember that song with Hank and Waylon?
"The Conversation"? Yeah
That's right
Oh yeah, Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you about the driftin' cowboy band

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That Wasn't Jack

I know he's called you a bunch of times
Tore up from the floor up out of his mind
Saying he's sorry and asking if he can stop by again
He's pulled a Hank and got hellbent
Said some things he swore he meant
But I swear this time is different, baby

No, it wasn't the late night crazy
Two in the morning up calling you, baby
I wasn't out with my friends in a real drunk crowd
That ain't at all how it all went down
It wasn't the whiskey and a country song
That you were hearing from my end of the phone
All that talk I was talking 'bout missing and wanting you back
That was all me, that wasn't Jack

Been pouring myself more into my job
Trying to hang on to what I still got
If I sounded like a stranger to you
It's 'cause I was

No, it wasn't the late night crazy
Two in the morning up calling you, baby
I wasn't out with my friends in a real drunk crowd
That ain't at all how it all went down
It wasn't the whiskey and a country song
That you were hearing from my end of the phone
All that talk I was talking 'bout missing and wanting you back
That was all me, that wasn't Jack

No, there wasn't no neon
No barstool to lean on
No straight shot of courage speaking for me

No, it wasn't the late night crazy
Two in the morning up calling you, baby
I wasn't out with my friends in a real drunk crowd
That ain't at all how it all went down
It wasn't the whiskey and a country song
That you were hearing from my end of the phone
All that talk I was talking 'bout missing and wanting you back
It might be hard to believe
That was all me, that wasn't Jack

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With A Woman You Love

I was a cold beer drinker down at Joe's place
A corner pocket sinker at a pedal down pace
Another man's early was my gettin' home late
Fast as a whiskey shot and everything changed

'Cause with a woman you love, you'll talk all night
Buy five acres and a farmhouse and paint it bright white
With a woman you love, you'll get home at a decent hour
Don't need to look no more 'cause you'd finally found her
No, forever just ain't long enough
With a woman you love

I still make a little noise, raise a little hell
Runnin' with the boys, makin' stories we don't tell
I'd trade a million nights of gettin' loose in turn four
For just one night with her dress on the floor

'Cause with a woman you love, you'll talk all night
Buy five acres and a farmhouse and paint it bright white
With a woman you love, you'll get home at a decent hour
Don't need to look no more 'cause you'd finally found her
No, forever just ain't long enough
With a woman you love

Her whisper in my ear made a brand new man
Now the same heartbeat's got a brand new plan

With a woman you love, you'll talk all night
Buy five acres and a farmhouse and paint it bright white
With a woman you love, you'll get home at a decent hour
Don't need to look no more 'cause you'd finally found her
No, forever just ain't long enough
With a woman you love
Yeah
With a woman you love

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Better Slow

Talladega's made for racing
Tearing that Alabama pavement up
Whiskey's made for getting there quick
When the cold beer ain't enough

We wish away nineteen and twenty
Just to get to twenty-one
But lately I've been realizing
When it's all said and done

Some things, like a ride in paw paw's truck
Some things, like a deer-stand sun coming up
Some things you don't need faster
Like a tractor blocking the road
Yeah, some things you ain't gonna get back
Some things, you better make 'em last
Some things are worth soaking in
'Cause you just never know
Like the hug you give you mama right before you go
Some things are better slow

From five o'clock on a Friday
'Til that Sunday sun goes down
How your Goodyears' roll
When you know you've got the hottest thing in town

How you float down a small-mouth river
When your limit's just one more
How you pet your dog that's barely holding on
After twelve years on the porch

Yeah, some things, like a ride in paw paw's truck
Some things, like a deer-stand sun coming up
Some things you don't need faster
Like a tractor blocking the road
Yeah, some things you ain't gonna get back
Some things, you better make 'em last
Some things are worth soaking in
'Cause you just never know
Like the hug you give you mama right before you go
Some things are better slow

Just like sand through an hourglass
Some things fly by too fast

Yeah, some things, like a ride in paw paw's truck
Some things, like a deer-stand sun coming up
Some things you don't need faster
Like a tractor blocking the road
Yeah, some things you ain't gonna get back
Some things, you better make 'em last
Some things are worth soaking in
'Cause you just never know
Like the hug you give you mama right before you go
Some things are better slow, slow
Better slow

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Stray Dogs

I don't fit in your box
That's just too bad, man
I don't apologize for who I ain't or who I am
I don't give a damn 'bout your give a damn

I'm a little more stray dog
A little found, little lost cause
My wins have been hard fought
I don't bark, I just bite
Put my money on the dark horse
Put my faith in the good Lord
Pray to Him I get one more day
When I lay my head down at night

You can padlock the door, tie me up on the porch
Chain me up, I'll break that chain, y'all
I'm the wild and free kind of breed
That'll always be
Running with the stray dogs

I've been know to howl at a full moon
Ain't scared to show my teeth
If you think I'll ever back down
You're barking up the wrong tree
You better watch that ass
When I pin these ears back

I'm a little more stray dog
A little found, little lost cause
My wins have been hard fought
I don't bark, I just bite
Put my money on the dark horse
Put my faith in the good Lord
Pray to Him I get one more day
When I lay my head down at night

You can padlock the door, tie me up on the porch
Chain me up, I'll break that chain, y'all
I'm the wild and free kind of breed
That'll always be
Running with the stray dogs

Yeah, yeah, yeah, stray dogs

Been asked my whole life what I'm running from
With that out crowd motley crew
But it ain't about what I'm running from
It's about what I'm running to

I'm a little more stray dog
A little found, little lost cause
My wins have been hard fought
I don't bark, I just bite
Put my money on the dark horse
Put my faith in the good Lord
Pray to Him I get one more day
When I lay my head down at night

You can padlock the door, tie me up on the porch
Chain me up, I'll break that chain, y'all
I'm the wild and free kind of breed
That'll always be
Running with the stray dogs

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Country On It

My grandpappy was happy hillbilly
A holler-raised, blue-collar, dollar-made man
Tobacco stained smiler
A shiner in the dark
With a keep-it-real-heart and a commonsense plan

I loved how he said what he said sometimes
Whenever he found me down
With a laugh and that throwback Arkansas drawl
That you get from my hick town, he'd say

Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it

It's a bow on a fiddle
It's whittling on hickory
It's a homemade butter on cornbread thing
Getting back down to earth
Like a name on a shirt
Don't forget where you're from
If you know what I mean
When that city ain't looking so green

Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country on it, aw yeah

On that clean truck
On some life sucks
On that been there, done that, now what?
On that done you wrong
On that shortcut home
On the radio before you turn it on

Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt dauber sting
By God doggone it
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it, yeah

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You, Me, And Whiskey

You've been doing that nine to five straight line walkin'
Yeah, it's been a long time (yeah, it's been a long time)
Since I've seen that lettin' down your hair
Double dog dare look in your eyes
Oh, and you've been burnin' it at both hands
Been a hot minute since you flipped that switch
Girl, it ain't nobody's fault, shut the world off
And turn it back to when

It was you, me, and whiskey all night long
Sinkin' to the bottom of them country songs
Fire burnin' hot 'til the last drop's gone
Let's turn it up, turn it up
'Til we take that Black Label buzz too far
And say them things that stay in the dark
Ain't nothin' as sweet, ain't nothin' as strong
As you, me, and whiskey all night long

I see you still got that knock it back shot glass
Girl, you ain't missed a beat
You already let a little four letter slip
And your hands are all over me
And you're already talkin' dirty and it's only 10:30
We know where it goes from here
I can't find this me in a red wine glass
Yeah, and I can't find it in a beer

It's you, me, and whiskey all night long
Sinkin' to the bottom of them country songs
Fire burnin' hot 'til the last drop's gone
Let's turn it up, turn it up
'Til we take that Black Label buzz too far
And say them things that stay in the dark
Ain't nothin' as sweet, ain't nothin' as strong
As you, me, and whiskey all night long

Yeah, baby
Whiskey all night long

You, me, and whiskey all night long
Sinkin' to the bottom of them country songs
Turnin' this house to a honky tonk
Let's turn it up, turn it up
'Til we take that Black Label buzz too far
And say them things that stay in the dark
Ain't nothin' as sweet, ain't nothin' as strong
As you, me, and whiskey all night long

Yeah, whiskey all night long

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Get Rich Or Drunk Trying

My truck's wore out, just like me
My boss man is an SOB
My ship ain't came in
And don't look like it's gonna

When you're broke this bad
Man, all signs point to that ladies' night
At that high-browed joint
It'd sure be nice to meet me a, a sugar mama

I'm gonna get rich before last call
To hell with that playing that Powerball
Find me a CEO that's rolling in the dough
And keep her smiling
I'll be a Martini drinker
Get wrapped 'round her finger
Whatever she wants just as long as she's buying
I'm gonna get rich or gonna get drunk trying

Yeah, I wanna give somebody my last name
Who wants to spoil an old boy talking make it rain
Boots and boats and a brand new truck
I'm on my way and, man, with any luck

I'm gonna get rich before last call
To hell with that playing that Powerball
Find me a CEO that's rolling in the dough
And keep her smiling
I'll be a Martini drinker
Get wrapped 'round her finger
Whatever she wants just as long as she's buying
I'm gonna get rich or gonna get drunk trying

Yeah, I might wake up tomorrow morning
Owning half a Lexus, or nothing but hungover
And a mouth dry as West Texas

I'm gonna get rich before last call
To hell with that playing that Powerball
Find me a CEO that's rolling in the dough
And keep her smiling
I'll be a Martini drinker
Get wrapped 'round her finger
Whatever she wants just as long as she's buying
I'm gonna get rich or gonna get drunk trying
Gonna get rich or gonna get drunk trying
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