Jon Pardi - California Sunrise Lyrics
Out Of Style
When I first got to Nashville town
They called me in and sat me down
And told me all about the ins and outs of writing songs
Said write about the things you know about
If there's anything that you don't know about
Just stick around and you'll find out before too long
So I pulled out my guitar and I put my pen to paper
Started working on the groove
They could move to all night long
Yeah, I poured out my heart soul
Strummed a chord, next thing you know
I looked down and I had this song
And it goes
Jesus saves and beers better cold
A good woman's made to love not just to hold
Monday through Friday sure takes awhile
We all get sideways and go that extra mile
The common ways we work and play
Are still alive and well today
Don't need to find a new way to say
We don't go out of style
It may never see a bullet
In a billboard magazine
But then I've never been the kind
To go out chasing smoking guns
All I know is all of us tonight
Know all the words and we're acting like
It'll be a week before the weekend's done
Singing, Jesus saves and beers better cold
A good woman's made to love not just to hold
Monday through Friday sure takes awhile
We all get sideways and go that extra mile
The common ways we work and play
Are still alive and well today
Don't need to find a new way to say
We don't go out of style
Singing, Jesus saves and beers better cold
A good woman's made to love not just to hold
Monday through Friday sure takes awhile
We all get sideways and go that extra mile
The common ways we work and play
Are still alive and well today
Don't need to find a new way to say
We don't go out of style
Ain't going out of style
Yeah, no
Get me one of those cold beers
Writer: LYNN HUTTON, JEFF HYDE, NEIL MASON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cowboy Hat
We've been out all night
Tearing up this town
It's time to bring it all home
Start the second round
Cause when you get turned on
I can't turn you down
You stop to slip it off, grab my hand
And start dancing around the bedroom
Moonlight through the window, country on the radio
Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer
Give me some of that
Baby, you look so good
In nothing but my cowboy hat
Nothing but my cowboy hat
We should've just stayed in
Left that truck in the drive
The way you're looking now
Gonna be up all night
Love how you throw it down
Over those angel eyes
Baby, keep on driving me wild
When you're dancing around the bedroom
Moonlight through the window, country on the radio
Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer
Give me some of that
Baby, you look so good
In nothing but my cowboy hat
Nothing but my cowboy hat
Can't resist you
In that Resistol
That's one thing you don't have to take off
When you're dancing around the bedroom
Moonlight through the window, country on the radio
Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer
Give me some of that
Baby, you look so good
In nothing but my cowboy hat
Nothing but my cowboy hat
So come a little closer
Give me some of that
Baby, you look so good
In nothing but my cowboy hat
Nothing but my cowboy hat
Writer: BRETT BEAVERS, BART BUTLER, JON PARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Head Over Boots
I wanna sweep you off your feet tonight
I wanna love you and hold you tight
Spin you around on some old dance floor
Act like we never met before for fun, 'cause
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you
The way you sparkle like a diamond ring
Maybe one day we can make it a thing
Test time and grow old together
Rock in our chairs and talk about the weather, yeah
So, bring it on in for that angel kiss
Put that feel good on my lips, 'cause
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you
Yeah, I'm here to pick you up
And I hope I don't let you down, no, 'cause
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen
You're the rock in my roll
You're good for my soul, it's true
I'm head over boots for you
I wanna sweep you off your feet tonight
I wanna love you and hold you tight
Spin you around on some old dance floor
Writer: Luke Robert Laird, Jonathan Pardi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Night Shift
It's been a red meat week
Sixty plus from dawn to dusk
In the red dirt heat
Busting it up for a couple of bucks
But it ain't no thing
Just another day till I'm on my way
To them cool, cool sheets and you and me
Working on the night shift, baby
Dying for your touch like crazy
Racking up the overtime hours
Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby
Gonna rock it right
No need to talk, I know what you want
And what you like
Cause I do too, yeah
I love how you leave on the lights
Not a thing between you and me
And it feels so nice when you and I are
Working on the night shift, baby
Dying for your touch like crazy
Racking up the overtime hours
Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby
Yeah, yeah
It's been a red meat week
Oh, but who needs sleep?
Working on the night shift, baby
Dying for your touch like crazy
Racking up the overtime hours
Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby
Loving how we're working on the night shift
Loving how we're working on the night shift
Working on the night shift, baby
Writer: Philip Larue, Tofer Brown, Billy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Dirt On My Boots
Been up since the crack of dawn
Just trying to get paid
Been hotter than a hundred suns
I can't find no shade
Just two more rows and I'm good to go
Yeah, I'm shutting this tractor down
Get me a half an hour for a shave and a shower
And I'll be outside your house
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But I'm taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they're gonna shine with you up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we're gonna dance the dust right off them tonight (yeah, girl)
Got a little dirt on my boots
Hard as I worked all day
I'm gonna work harder loving on you
Spin you all over that dance floor
Right out of them high heeled shoes
And when you're ready to quit
Baby, we can slip right out of that bar room door
And when I take you home, don't worry babe
I'm gonna kick them off on the porch
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But I'm taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they're gonna shine with you up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we're gonna dance the dust right off them tonight (yeah girl)
Got a little dirt on my boots
A little dirty dancing, blue collar romancing
I can get cleaned up if you ask me
But I can only get so fancy
Got a little dirt on my boots
But I'm taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they're gonna shine with you up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we're gonna dance the dust right off them tonight (yeah girl)
Got a little dirt on my boots
Got a little dirt on my boots
Got a little dirt on my boots
Writer: Rhett Akins, Jesse Frasure, Ashley Gorley
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
She Aint In It
Appreciate your call, means a lot and all
Yeah, I got a minute
You and me can talk about anything you want
As long as she ain't in it
Say, it's been at least a month since I've had any fun
Buddy, I'll admit it
Yeah, I might be going out
Think I'm ready for a crowd
As long as she ain't in it
Don't wanna hear her name
Don't wanna see her face
I swear, I know its gonna hurt
If I run into her somewhere
We could hit that place down by the interstate
Out past the city limits
Hangout all night long
Hear a country song
As long as she ain't in it
Don't wanna hear her name
Don't wanna see her face
I swear, I know its gonna hurt
If I run into her somewhere
I can drink and I can dance
I can party and I can laugh
No matter how you spin it
Everything has changed
My life won't be the same
As long as she ain't in it
As long as she ain't in it
Writer: Clint Allen Daniels, Wynn Varble
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
All Time High
Yeah, you're my midnight trip ride
Yeah, you're stronger than moonshine
My backwoods, homegrown baby, you're so fine
Girl, I wanna roll you up and smoke ya'
So addicted every time I get to hold ya'
You're my dealer and I'm your love junkie
I don't care, I'll spend all my money
Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high
Fly me right up into the sky
I'm your rocket man
And I don't wanna ever come down, no
Oh, you taste like heaven
You turn my knob right to eleven
Oh, you make me feel so right
'Cause baby you're my all time high
Yeah, just one kiss from you
Is just enough to make me come unglued
You got some powerful stuff
And I just can't get enough
Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high
Fly me right up into the sky
I'm your rocket man
And I don't wanna ever come down, no
Oh, you taste like heaven
You turn my knob right to eleven
Oh, you make me feel so right
'Cause baby you're my all time high, yeah
Oh, baby you'll always be, yeah
Oh, the only drug I need
Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high
Fly me right up into the sky
I'm your rocket man
And I don't wanna ever come down, no
Oh, you taste like heaven
You turn my knob right to eleven
Oh, you make me feel so right, yeah
The day I quit you is the day I die
'Cause baby you're my all time high
Yeah, baby you're my all time high
And I don't ever wanna come down
Writer: BART BUTLER, BRICE LONG, JON PARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heartache On The Dancefloor
Yeah, I was just hanging out
Some little west coast town
Found a bar out by the sand, so I made my way in
First thing that caught my eye, like nothing I'd ever seen
Sunburned auburn air the California dream
Yeah, she was shaking them hips
To some old Motown song
I couldn't say anything so I sang along
She was a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Yeah, she's moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
I gotta know her name and I gotta see her again
She's got me wondering, yeah I'm just wondering
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight, oh yeah?
So I just hung around this little west coast town
I dropped by every night, I stayed till closing time
My little mystery, that girl is killing me
So I put on a song just to sing along
She was a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Yeah, she's moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
I gotta know her name and I gotta see her again
She's got me wondering, yeah I'm just wondering
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
She's got me mesmerized, she's all I'm thinking about
All I think about, think about, think about
So I'm right here right now
Humming this little song
If I could say a thing
I'd want you to know
You were a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Yeah, you're moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
Oh, I gotta know your name and I gotta see you again
And if you're listening, listening, listening
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
Girl, I'm hanging around this little town
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight, oh?
Writer: BART BUTLER, BRICE LONG, JON PARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paycheck
I'm gonna spend, yeah
Cause I earned it, yeah
Forty hour week, ten hours overtime
Sitting in traffic, working all the time
Gonna drink it, yeah
I'll make it worth it, yeah
Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk
Burning a hole
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday
And it's work, work, work
And I need a break
Won't you take my blues away?
I got cash, yeah
Should I save it? No
Cause I'm buying rams like I'm crazy
Two for one for the ladies
Cause they're fine, yeah
We'll be going all night
Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk
Burning a hole
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday
And it's work, work, work
And I need a break
Won't you take my blues away?
So drink it, yeah
And spend it, yeah
Cause we're climbing that ladder
Punching that clock
So raise them up
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday
And it's work, work, work
And I need a break
Won't you take my blues away?
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Paycheck, won't you take my blues away?
Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday
And it's work, work, work
And I need a break
Won't you take my blues away?
Writer: BARRY GEORGE DEAN, LUKE ROBERT LAIRD, JON PARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Lucky Tonight
She left about three weeks ago
A single man is a new thing
But I've been here before
And I've been drinking, I've been smoking
I've been looking around
I need a stranger to break some new ground
And maybe I'll get lucky tonight
Find me a girl, take my heartache away
Sad, sad blues
I'll see you another day, wouldn't that be so fine?
Maybe I'll get lucky tonight
I dance on to the song
A melody pulling at my heartstrings
By the love gone wrong
And I've been doing everything I can
Trying to move on
And maybe I'll get lucky tonight
Find me a girl, take my heartache away
Sad, sad blues
I'll see you another day, wouldn't that be so fine?
Maybe I'll get lucky tonight
Fade away with the party lights
Whiskey on ice makes you feel real nice
It's how you do it
Girl, how you been baby?
Maybe I'll get lucky tonight
And maybe I'll get lucky tonight
Find me a girl, take my heartache away
Sad, sad blues
I'll see you another day, wouldn't that be so fine?
Maybe I'll get lucky tonight
Take me, take me, take me away
Take me, take me, take me away
Wouldn't that be so fine?
Writer: JIM MCCORMICK, JON PARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
California Sunrise
You could hear the wind howling across the ocean
And the taste of the wine and the buzz feel in my head
And the only wildfire was burning right beside me
And we had us a night I'll never forget
She was a 1960's Beach Boys song
And we're living that dream all night long, yeah
In that California sunrise
In that California sunrise
She took me to heaven and so much more
Like nothing I've ever seen before
In that California sunrise
Ohh, yeah
Pretty soon it was raining up in Seattle
And it sure was cold out in Colorado
Yeah, I was missing her kiss in the heat of Arizona
Been everywhere and nothing could compare
Yeah, to that one of a kind trip I was on
Everything about her felt like home, yeah
In that California sunrise
In that California sunrise
She took me to heaven and so much more
Like nothing I've ever seen before
In that California sunrise
Take me on back
Found her number in a pocket of my blue jeans
Picked up the phone and let it ring
Said "I'm counting down the miles back to you, babe"
Yeah, I'm heading west on a big old jet plane
Back to that California sunrise
That California sunrise
She took me to heaven and so much more
Like nothing I've ever seen before
In that California sunrise
Take me on back
That California sunrise
That California sunrise
That California sunrise, yeah
That California sunrise
Yeah
Take me on back
Writer: JONATHAN PARDI, LARRY MCCOY, BART BUTLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.