Imagine a fighter with a centerfold face
Comes from a long line of blue collars and lace
With a grip like reins to a steed
And kisses for days
And imagine a winner holding pink champagne
Who still loves her daddy but changes her name
An overachiever, even she don't believe her own fame
You can't change her mind
(Even if you wanted to)
You can always try
(She'll see through to you, she'll see through you)
If you think you're the only one she'll want in this world
Then you don't know nothin' 'bout girls
Imagine your best friend and your worst enemy
Begs you to stay and then wishes you'd leave
Like Marilyn Monroe she can be who you want her to be
You can't change her mind
(Even if you wanted to)
You can always try
(She'll through to you, she'll see through you)
If you think you're the only one she'll want in this world
Then you don't know nothin' 'bout girls
Go on, go on
Give her everything and more
Love her all you want
She was never yours
You can't change her mind
You can always try
If you think you're the only one
She'll want in this world
Then you don't know nothin' about girls
If you think you're the only one
She'll want in this world
then you don't know nothing
No nothing
'bout girls.
Miranda Lambert - Platinum Album Lyrics
Miranda Lambert - Platinum Lyrics
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE NICOLE HEMBY, JIMMY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Platinum
My disposition permeates
The room when I walk in the place
I'm sorry!
By calculation I'm way too much
Pretentiously I bitch a buck
But you bought it!
I can't exceed my reputation
A small town girl with compensation
Explorin' all my possibilities
Well don't you know I'll blaze a trail
But hell
You can come with me
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
Historically real men prefer
The Marilyns with curls and curves
and I've got it!
Genetically or chemically
As long as it contains some bleach
I want it!
You don't need to be a fighter
Honey, just go one shade lighter
You'll acquire everything you want
When your roots grow out
And things go South
Hey, go back to the salon!
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Hey! What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
In fact, my heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Platinum
Platinum
Somethin' bout platinum
The room when I walk in the place
I'm sorry!
By calculation I'm way too much
Pretentiously I bitch a buck
But you bought it!
I can't exceed my reputation
A small town girl with compensation
Explorin' all my possibilities
Well don't you know I'll blaze a trail
But hell
You can come with me
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
Historically real men prefer
The Marilyns with curls and curves
and I've got it!
Genetically or chemically
As long as it contains some bleach
I want it!
You don't need to be a fighter
Honey, just go one shade lighter
You'll acquire everything you want
When your roots grow out
And things go South
Hey, go back to the salon!
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Hey! What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
In fact, my heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Platinum
Platinum
Somethin' bout platinum
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, NICOLLE GALYON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Little Red Wagon
You only love me for my big sun glasses
And my Tony Lomas
And my Dodge Dart classic
You said "I'll be Johhny and you be June
And I'll ride with you to the moon"
But guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
You can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
Oh, heaven help me
I've been sewing wildflower seeds
And chasing tumble weeds
But that's just who I be
And you're just trying to slow this rolling stone
But I'm on to you baby
So guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
No you can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
Oh, you only love me for my big sun glasses
And my Tony Lomas
I live in Oklahoma
And I've got long, blonde hair
And I play guitar, and I go on the road
And I do all the shit you wanna do
And my dog does tricks
And I ain't about drama, ya'll
I love my apron
But I ain't your mama!
So guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
No you can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, ooh yeah, ooh ha
And my Tony Lomas
And my Dodge Dart classic
You said "I'll be Johhny and you be June
And I'll ride with you to the moon"
But guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
You can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
Oh, heaven help me
I've been sewing wildflower seeds
And chasing tumble weeds
But that's just who I be
And you're just trying to slow this rolling stone
But I'm on to you baby
So guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
No you can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
Oh, you only love me for my big sun glasses
And my Tony Lomas
I live in Oklahoma
And I've got long, blonde hair
And I play guitar, and I go on the road
And I do all the shit you wanna do
And my dog does tricks
And I ain't about drama, ya'll
I love my apron
But I ain't your mama!
So guess what?
You can't ride in my little red wagon
The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'
No you can't step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like
Ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, ooh yeah, ooh ha
Writer: AUDRA MAE, AUDRA MAE BUTTS, JOSEPH ABRAHAM GINSBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Smokin And Drinkin
[ Featuring Little Big Town ]
It was one of those times what a real good time felt like a long time ago
It was one of those fires that burned all night and made your blue jeans smell like smoke
Hanging with friends, going again start upbringing, smokin' and drinkin'
It was one of those girls and one of those guys who didn't know quite what to do
We were going along with what was going on saying I think I love you
And I think about us now every time I go out, smokin' and drinkin'
Smokin' and drinkin' on the weekend like we did back in the day
Smokin' and drinkin' got cha thinkin about the one that got away
So here's to all those nights all we felt was life smokin' and drinkin'
We be lighting up saying this town sucks so we painted on the bridge
We were young in love to not know enough that those were the days that we were going to miss
But damn we know it now cause that's all we talk about smokin' and drinkin'
Smokin' and drinkin' on the weekend like we did back in the day
Smokin' and drinkin' got cha thinkin about the one that got away
So here's to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin' and drinkin'
Smokin' and drinkin' on the weekend like we did back in the day
Smokin' and drinkin' got cha thinkin about the one that got away
So here's to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin' and drinkin'
Smokin' and drinkin' on the weekend like we did back in the day
Smokin' and drinkin' got cha thinkin about the one that got away
So here's to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin' and drinkin'
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Smokin' and drinkin'
Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah
Smokin' and drinkin'
Writer: SHANE L. MCANALLY, LUKE ROBERT LAIRD, NATALIE NICOLE HEMBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Priscilla
We look we got it made, don't we?
Permanent accessory
On their arms and always on their minds
Rings, we gotta wear the real big rings
Big smiles like figurines
Big hair for the real big kind
When they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happening to me
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man?
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Golden gate, we have to put up a gate
To find time to procreate
Or at least that's what we read
Bodyguard, Didn't know I was his bodyguard
And I shouldn't have to play the part
At least while we're not in bed
You and me share a unique position
Married to a man who's married to attention
Couldn't think of anybody better to ask
How to be the first to make it last?
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Cause when they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happenin' to me
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home, a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Permanent accessory
On their arms and always on their minds
Rings, we gotta wear the real big rings
Big smiles like figurines
Big hair for the real big kind
When they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happening to me
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man?
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Golden gate, we have to put up a gate
To find time to procreate
Or at least that's what we read
Bodyguard, Didn't know I was his bodyguard
And I shouldn't have to play the part
At least while we're not in bed
You and me share a unique position
Married to a man who's married to attention
Couldn't think of anybody better to ask
How to be the first to make it last?
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Cause when they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happenin' to me
Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home, a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla
Writer: JIMMY ROBBINS, NICOLLE GALYON, NATALIE NICOLE HEMBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Automatic
Quarter in a payphone
Drying laundry on the line
Watching sun tea in the window
Pocket watch tellin' time
Seems like only yesterday, I'd get a blank cassette
Record the country countdown 'cause I couldn't buy it yet
If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress
We'd take along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears ain't what it used to be
I learned to drive that '55, just like a queen, three on a tree
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic
If you had something to say
You'd write it on a piece of paper
Then you put a stamp on it
And they'd get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
Staying married was the only way to work your problems out
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic, yeah
Automatic
Let's roll the windows down
Windows with the cranks
Come on, let's take a picture
The kind you gotta shake
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic, yeah
Automatic
Drying laundry on the line
Watching sun tea in the window
Pocket watch tellin' time
Seems like only yesterday, I'd get a blank cassette
Record the country countdown 'cause I couldn't buy it yet
If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress
We'd take along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears ain't what it used to be
I learned to drive that '55, just like a queen, three on a tree
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic
If you had something to say
You'd write it on a piece of paper
Then you put a stamp on it
And they'd get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
Staying married was the only way to work your problems out
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic, yeah
Automatic
Let's roll the windows down
Windows with the cranks
Come on, let's take a picture
The kind you gotta shake
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic, yeah
Automatic
Writer: Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby, Nicolle Galyon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bathroom Sink
Puttin' on my makeup
Puttin' off the hard stuff
Hoping that it passes
Fake smile & eyelashes
I wash my hands and try not to think
Or dirty up my bathroom sink
I'm at it again with mama
Everybody's so tired of the drama
Were still fighting like I'm sixteen
And I guess we always will be
She taught me how to pray and drink
And how to clean the bathroom sink
[CHORUS:]
It's amazing, the amount of rejection
That I see in my reflection
And I cant get out of the way
I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be
But regret has got a way of staring me right in the face
So I try not to waste too much time
At the bathroom sink
It all gets complicated
And sometimes overrated
Glamour at its finest
Just means someone's hidin'
From their own reality
And the mirror at their bathroom sink
[CHORUS]
I pray as I get ready
Forgot to make me steady
And I thank him for his patience
And I take my medication
And bless this day and all it brings
And I clean up the bathroom sink
Puttin' off the hard stuff
Hoping that it passes
Fake smile & eyelashes
I wash my hands and try not to think
Or dirty up my bathroom sink
I'm at it again with mama
Everybody's so tired of the drama
Were still fighting like I'm sixteen
And I guess we always will be
She taught me how to pray and drink
And how to clean the bathroom sink
[CHORUS:]
It's amazing, the amount of rejection
That I see in my reflection
And I cant get out of the way
I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be
But regret has got a way of staring me right in the face
So I try not to waste too much time
At the bathroom sink
It all gets complicated
And sometimes overrated
Glamour at its finest
Just means someone's hidin'
From their own reality
And the mirror at their bathroom sink
[CHORUS]
I pray as I get ready
Forgot to make me steady
And I thank him for his patience
And I take my medication
And bless this day and all it brings
And I clean up the bathroom sink
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Old Shit
Redman tobacco, Grandpa's two cents
Old timers, "there in a pinch"
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Splittin' logs, smokin' hogs
Feedin' leftovers to a three-legged dog
I'm a fan of it, old shit
One man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drives me wild
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Old turntables, vinyl records
Hand-me-down tools, Black and Decker
I'm a fan of it, old shit
One man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drives me wild
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Singin' hymns, skippin' stones
When I think of him I think of home
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Now Grandpa's trash is my treasure
He don't feel pain. Only pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drove him wild
So, I'm a fan of it, old shit
Yeah, I'm a fan of it, old shit
Old timers, "there in a pinch"
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Splittin' logs, smokin' hogs
Feedin' leftovers to a three-legged dog
I'm a fan of it, old shit
One man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drives me wild
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Old turntables, vinyl records
Hand-me-down tools, Black and Decker
I'm a fan of it, old shit
One man's trash is another man's treasure
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drives me wild
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Singin' hymns, skippin' stones
When I think of him I think of home
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Now Grandpa's trash is my treasure
He don't feel pain. Only pleasure
If it's out of style, sure drove him wild
So, I'm a fan of it, old shit
Yeah, I'm a fan of it, old shit
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
All Thats Left
[ Featuring The Time Jumpers ]
Get your shoes on, get your suitcase, your stereo and all of your CDs
No more talking, just start walking
Cause all that's left for you to do is leave
Tell your lawyer it's all over
Forget what he's got up his sleeve
No more singing, no more whining
Cause all that's left for you to do is leave
All that's left for you to do is leave
You said goodbye a long, long time ago
There's the door, there's your car, here's the keys
And all that's left for you do is leave
Leave the dog here, he don't like you
And we'll go walking anytime we please
Leave the cat here, leave my hat here,
'Cause all that's left for you to do is leave
I'll keep the diamond on my finger and you'll keep all the bitter memories
Leave the dishes, no more kisses,
'Cause all that's left for you to do is leave
All that's left for you to do is leave
You said goodbye a long, long time ago
There's the door, there's your car, here's the keys
And all that's left for you do is leave
All that's left for you to do is leave
You said goodbye a long, long time ago
There's the door, there's your car, here's the keys
And all that's left for you to do is leave
There's the door, there's your car, here's the keys
And all that's left for you to do is leave
Writer: Miranda Leigh Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © GOOD HOME GROWN MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © GOOD HOME GROWN MUSIC
Gravity Is A Bitch
It's been your 20s feeling that u're walking on the ceiling
and u party like u're 8 feet tall
U say work is for the birds
Chasing dreams and mini skirts
From here everything seem small
Then 30's come around and you finally feel the ground
Look around and maybe start planning
For what the future holds
And though you're far from old, your moisturizer's been less time tanning
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
to kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
'Cause gravity is a bitch
Forty's kinda boring
And you spend your time ignoring the things you don't see so clear
Your reflection in the glass is gonna knock you on you as*
You wonder how the hell to get down here
You're happy in your fifties
Though things are kinda shifty
At Sixty you find peace of mind
Go to bed at 8 o'clock and comb your hair if you still got it
'Cause you're almost at the finish line
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
to kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
'Cause gravity is a bitch
Yeah gravity is a bitch
I'm here to tell ya
Gravity is a bitch
and u party like u're 8 feet tall
U say work is for the birds
Chasing dreams and mini skirts
From here everything seem small
Then 30's come around and you finally feel the ground
Look around and maybe start planning
For what the future holds
And though you're far from old, your moisturizer's been less time tanning
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
to kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
'Cause gravity is a bitch
Forty's kinda boring
And you spend your time ignoring the things you don't see so clear
Your reflection in the glass is gonna knock you on you as*
You wonder how the hell to get down here
You're happy in your fifties
Though things are kinda shifty
At Sixty you find peace of mind
Go to bed at 8 o'clock and comb your hair if you still got it
'Cause you're almost at the finish line
You're hanging over, but you're hanging in
You're starting to look like all of your friends
Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
to kids and politics and how much money you owe
Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
You got places you can't even itch
You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
But you're never gonna beat it
'Cause gravity is a bitch
Yeah gravity is a bitch
I'm here to tell ya
Gravity is a bitch
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, SCOTTY WRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Babies Makin Babies
Two kids from Tacoma
In a '72 Nova,
No pill and barely old enough to drink,
Learned the ropes and tested science,
Started pentecostal riots,
In just five minutes behind the rolling rink,
In the backseat brings
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it, then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till your eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah it's always in the water
Babies makin' babies
Between diplomas and the diapers,
They become couch quarter finders,
Savin' up for a Maytag microwave,
Oh but all has been forgiven,
On the day the water christen,
The best thing that could have happened by mistake,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till your eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah it's always in the water
Babies makin' babies
Well it's a tried and true equation,
maintains a small town population,
Thats turns us all into a family,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till you're eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah its always in the water,
Babies makin' babies
Yes it's always in the water,
Babies makin babies
In a '72 Nova,
No pill and barely old enough to drink,
Learned the ropes and tested science,
Started pentecostal riots,
In just five minutes behind the rolling rink,
In the backseat brings
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it, then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till your eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah it's always in the water
Babies makin' babies
Between diplomas and the diapers,
They become couch quarter finders,
Savin' up for a Maytag microwave,
Oh but all has been forgiven,
On the day the water christen,
The best thing that could have happened by mistake,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till your eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah it's always in the water
Babies makin' babies
Well it's a tried and true equation,
maintains a small town population,
Thats turns us all into a family,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you show it,
Give a good push just like a Brady,
Say you'll love them 'till you're eighty,
Too soon to be a mother and father,
But too late for the alma mater,
Yeah its always in the water,
Babies makin' babies
Yes it's always in the water,
Babies makin babies
Writer: NICHOLLE ANNE GALYON, NATALIE NICOLE HEMBY, JIMMY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Somethin Bad
[ Featuring Carrie Underwood ]
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, get clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Pulled up to the church but I got so nervous
Had to back it on up, couldn't make it to the service
Grabbed all the cash underneath my mattress
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Ran into a girl in a pretty white dress
Rolled down a window, where you heading to next?
Said I'm heading to the bar with my money out of the mattress
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
I got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
Whoah, something bad
Whoah, something bad
Now me and that girl that I met on the street
We're rollin' down the road, down to New Orleans
Got a full tank of gas and the money out of the mattress
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
'Bout to tear it up down in New Orleans
Just like a real-life Thelma & Louise
If the cops catch up, they're gonna call it kidnapping
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
I got a real good feeling something bad about to happen (ooh)
Drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
Whoah, something bad
Whoah, something bad
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Now the drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoah, something bad
Whoah, something bad
Writer: Brett James, Priscilla Renea, Christopher Michael Destefano
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Holding On To You
I've seen the south of France
I've seen the sunset dance
Over Sunset Avenue
I've seen the Rolling Stones
Got real high on Rock n Roll
Seen a lot of dreams come true
But ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby you're above the years
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old world
One of God's mysteries
Didn't ever fail to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
I've seen a newborn child
Puts stars in her mamas eyes
And i pray to the man in the moon
I got drunk with the highway men
Felt the burn of the desert wind
Seen some promise and I do's
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby you're above the years
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old world
One of God's mysteries
It never fails to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby we just rolled in
It's cold here in Michigan
Got a sold-out show tonight
Pretty soon we'll hit the stage
I'll feel the lights hit my face
We'll see some magic in the room
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
No no no no
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
I've seen the sunset dance
Over Sunset Avenue
I've seen the Rolling Stones
Got real high on Rock n Roll
Seen a lot of dreams come true
But ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby you're above the years
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old world
One of God's mysteries
Didn't ever fail to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
I've seen a newborn child
Puts stars in her mamas eyes
And i pray to the man in the moon
I got drunk with the highway men
Felt the burn of the desert wind
Seen some promise and I do's
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby you're above the years
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old world
One of God's mysteries
It never fails to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby we just rolled in
It's cold here in Michigan
Got a sold-out show tonight
Pretty soon we'll hit the stage
I'll feel the lights hit my face
We'll see some magic in the room
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
No no no no
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Writer: ASHLEY MONROE, JESSI ALEXANDER, MIRANDA LAMBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., ME GUSTA MUSIC
Two Rings Shy
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair
Shoes to tall, dress too small and lacy underwear
Go down to the bar, and buy myself a drink
Hang there all perfect, like a puppet on a string
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
You got girls that swing and dance, I hear ones an acrobat
You got 'em swinging from the chandelier, well honey I don't swing like that
The main attraction's leaving, let the sideshow pay the rent
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like your paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Tiptoe 'cross the tightrope, till you turn me upside down
Cut the cable, pull the net, just to let me hit the ground
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair
Shoes to tall, dress too small and lacy underwear
Go down to the bar, and buy myself a drink
Hang there all perfect, like a puppet on a string
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
You got girls that swing and dance, I hear ones an acrobat
You got 'em swinging from the chandelier, well honey I don't swing like that
The main attraction's leaving, let the sideshow pay the rent
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like your paint the town
I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Tiptoe 'cross the tightrope, till you turn me upside down
Cut the cable, pull the net, just to let me hit the ground
I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown
Writer: BRANDY CLARK, HEATHER LITTLE, MIRANDA LAMBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Hard Staying Sober
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
It's hard to the leave the house when all I think about
Is how hard it might be to come back home
I wait here and watch the rain when you come back for your things
You'll get what you want and then you'll go
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
It's hard to quit this smoking when my will to fight is broken
It's hard to quit a habit in a rush
Hits me in the morning, just like you I'm looking for them
Can't seem to put down this pick-me-up
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
Why you think the world drinks?
Why you think the world smokes?
Why you think we all sit around and tell a bunch of dirty jokes?
Somebody somewhere is out having a ball
And somebody's laying around heartbroke
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
It's hard to the leave the house when all I think about
Is how hard it might be to come back home
I wait here and watch the rain when you come back for your things
You'll get what you want and then you'll go
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
It's hard to quit this smoking when my will to fight is broken
It's hard to quit a habit in a rush
Hits me in the morning, just like you I'm looking for them
Can't seem to put down this pick-me-up
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over
It's easy getting messed up on the truth
It's hard standing here watching taillights disappear
It's hard staying sober when I'm getting over you
Why you think the world drinks?
Why you think the world smokes?
Why you think we all sit around and tell a bunch of dirty jokes?
Somebody somewhere is out having a ball
And somebody's laying around heartbroke
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
Why you think we all drink?
Why you think we all smoke?
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, LUKE LAIRD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CYPMP
Another Sunday In The South
Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch
And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like a blow torch
Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle
Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol
Baby, I know that it's only 11:30
But sure as hell or high water
I'm gettin' kinda thirsty
I don't need your mama's lemonade
I need something from a can or a bottle on ice
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
And crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
There's church bells ringin'
Down the road and we ain't goin'
I'm singin' Hallelujah right here
With the warm wind blowin'
Next to you, sitting next to me
And we're shaking that sugar tree
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
And crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Well, honey, it's a far cry
From our crazy lives
All you gotta do is turn on the radio
It'll take us back
It'll take us home
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Just another Sunday (Yeah)
Just another Sunday
(I can hear my mama callin')
Just another Sunday (Sweet Sunday)
Just another Sunday
Oooohh
In the South
And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like a blow torch
Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle
Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol
Baby, I know that it's only 11:30
But sure as hell or high water
I'm gettin' kinda thirsty
I don't need your mama's lemonade
I need something from a can or a bottle on ice
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
And crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
There's church bells ringin'
Down the road and we ain't goin'
I'm singin' Hallelujah right here
With the warm wind blowin'
Next to you, sitting next to me
And we're shaking that sugar tree
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
And crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Well, honey, it's a far cry
From our crazy lives
All you gotta do is turn on the radio
It'll take us back
It'll take us home
Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Just another Sunday (Yeah)
Just another Sunday
(I can hear my mama callin')
Just another Sunday (Sweet Sunday)
Just another Sunday
Oooohh
In the South
Writer: ASHLEY MONROE, JAY BOOKER, JESSI ALEXANDER, MIRANDA LAMBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ME GUSTA MUSIC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ME GUSTA MUSIC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Platinum is the fifth studio album by American country music singer and songwriter Miranda Lambert. It was released on June 3, 2014, by RCA Nashville.
Lambert wrote or co-wrote eight of the album's 16 tracks while working with a host of session musicians and songwriters, as well as guest performers Little Big Town, The Time Jumpers, and Carrie Underwood. The album was produced by Frank Liddell, Chuck Ainlay, and Glenn Worf.
Platinum debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, becoming Lambert's first to top the chart, while selling 180,000 copies in its first week. It received widespread critical acclaim and earned Lambert a Grammy Award for Best Country Album as well as a CMA Award and ACM Award in the same category. The album was certified platinum for sales of one million copies in the United States.
Performed By:
Miranda LambertLambert wrote or co-wrote eight of the album's 16 tracks while working with a host of session musicians and songwriters, as well as guest performers Little Big Town, The Time Jumpers, and Carrie Underwood. The album was produced by Frank Liddell, Chuck Ainlay, and Glenn Worf.
Platinum debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, becoming Lambert's first to top the chart, while selling 180,000 copies in its first week. It received widespread critical acclaim and earned Lambert a Grammy Award for Best Country Album as well as a CMA Award and ACM Award in the same category. The album was certified platinum for sales of one million copies in the United States.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Frank Liddell, Chuck Ainlay, Glenn Worf
Length: 58:15
Released: June 3rd, 2014
Year: 2014