Granddaddy drank Heavy and daddy drank Light
I can turn any day to Saturday night, if I want to
And most the time I want to
I can still paint a picture of a hemlock view
My mountains had smoke, but the ones that were blue that we'd buy then
Were the ones I spent a little more time in
Between the hangovers and the handcuffs
It's been a minute since I've had one in my hand 'cause
Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me
But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive
Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety
Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind
I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good
I'm just sayin' I'm doing the best I can
But what do you expect from a redneck?
Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand
When I was puttin' 'em down, they put me through hell
Put some scars on some trucks, myself as well
But if I never did put that can to my mouth
I wouldn't have nothin' I could sing about, yeah
Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me
But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive
Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety
Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind
I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good
I'm just sayin' I'm doing the best I can
But what do you expect from a redneck?
Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand
Ah yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
Whoa
I ain't the devil that I acted like years ago
Oh
But I'll be back one day, y'all, even though
Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me
But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive
Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety
Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind
I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good
I'm just sayin' I'm doing the best I can
But what do you expect from a redneck?
Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand
Ah yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
Born with a beer in my hand
Morgan Wallen - One Thing at a Time Album Lyrics
Morgan Wallen - One Thing at a Time Lyrics
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- Born With A Beer In My Hand
- Last Night
- Everything I Love
- Man Made A Bar
- Devil Dont Know
- One Thing At A Time
- 98 Braves
- Aint That Some
- I Wrote The Book
- Tennessee Numbers
- Hope Thats True
- Whiskey Friends
- Sunrise
- Keith Whitley
- In The Bible
- You Proof
- Thought You Should Know
- F150-50
- Neon Star (Country Boy Lullaby)
- I Deserve A Drink
- Wine Into Water
- Me All Your Reasons
- Tennessee Fan
- Money On Me
- Thinkin Bout Me
- Single Than She Was
- Days That End In Why
- Last Drive Down Main
- Me To Me
- Dont Think Jesus
- 180 (Lifestyle)
- Had It
- Cowgirls
- Good Girl Gone Missin
- Outlook
- Dying Man
Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Zach Abend
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Last Night
Last night we let the liquor talk
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night
I kiss your lips
Make you grip the sheets with your fingertips
Last bottle of Jack, we split a fifth
Just talkin' 'bout life goin' sip for sip
Yeah, you, you know you love to fight
And I say shit I don't mean
But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me
I know that last night we let the liquor talk
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was the last night that we break up
I see your tail lights in the dust
You call your mama, I call your bluff
In the middle of the night, pull it right back up
Yeah, my, my friends say let her go
Your friends say what the hell
I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else
Oh baby, last night we let the liquor talk
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night, we said we'd had enough
I can't remember everything we said but we said too much
I know you packed your shit and slammed the door right before you left
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
I know you said this time you really weren't coming back again
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night
I kiss your lips
Make you grip the sheets with your fingertips
Last bottle of Jack, we split a fifth
Just talkin' 'bout life goin' sip for sip
Yeah, you, you know you love to fight
And I say shit I don't mean
But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me
I know that last night we let the liquor talk
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was the last night that we break up
I see your tail lights in the dust
You call your mama, I call your bluff
In the middle of the night, pull it right back up
Yeah, my, my friends say let her go
Your friends say what the hell
I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else
Oh baby, last night we let the liquor talk
I can't remember everything we said but we said it all
You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night, we said we'd had enough
I can't remember everything we said but we said too much
I know you packed your shit and slammed the door right before you left
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
I know you said this time you really weren't coming back again
But baby, baby, somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet
No way it was our last night (last night)
No way it was our last night (last night)
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, John Byron Calton, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everything I Love
I wish I woulda met you anywhere but where I did
Some ol' high rise town that I won't ever go again
Wish we woulda rolled around in some old cab and chased them city lights
And hit bars I don't like
We were listenin' to One More Silver Dollar
Hanging out my Silverado
Down a road I love to ride
Wish I woulda known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I don't care how much they're bitin'
I won't even crank the boat
Soon as that bobber hits the water
Girl, your memory starts to float
Baby, why'd I'd ever take the bait
And take you places that I love to go?
Hell, I'll never know
I even took you to my hometown to meet my mama
Now, I'm gonna see you every time I see that welcome sign
Wish I would've known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I don't wanna hear One More Silver Dollar
I can't take my Silverado down them roads we used to ride
Wish I would've known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I can't go nowhere near the whiskey
'Cause you used to drink it with me
In the bed of my truck
And now I can't get drunk
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
Some ol' high rise town that I won't ever go again
Wish we woulda rolled around in some old cab and chased them city lights
And hit bars I don't like
We were listenin' to One More Silver Dollar
Hanging out my Silverado
Down a road I love to ride
Wish I woulda known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I don't care how much they're bitin'
I won't even crank the boat
Soon as that bobber hits the water
Girl, your memory starts to float
Baby, why'd I'd ever take the bait
And take you places that I love to go?
Hell, I'll never know
I even took you to my hometown to meet my mama
Now, I'm gonna see you every time I see that welcome sign
Wish I would've known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I don't wanna hear One More Silver Dollar
I can't take my Silverado down them roads we used to ride
Wish I would've known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
I can't go nowhere near the whiskey
'Cause you used to drink it with me
In the bed of my truck
And now I can't get drunk
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
Can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined damn near everything I love
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Man Made A Bar
Sat down on a barstool, like a dern fool
'Cause she walked out again
Bartender said, "I got you
Yeah, 'cause I too, have been in your boots, my friend
Opened up back in '85, got me over my first wife
Been staying busy since the first night
It's a story old as time"
God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
For some guys it's a good time
The half price, half dozen buckets of beer
Some say it's the cover band
That's a cover man, I know why they're here
Didn't go the way He planned it
Damn, the devil did some damage
So God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
Yeah, man made a bar
And sometimes an angel falls too hard
Loses more than just a piece of her heart
And she needs a place to go and make a brand new start
God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
God made a man, man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
Man made a bar
Yeah, man made a bar
'Cause she walked out again
Bartender said, "I got you
Yeah, 'cause I too, have been in your boots, my friend
Opened up back in '85, got me over my first wife
Been staying busy since the first night
It's a story old as time"
God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
For some guys it's a good time
The half price, half dozen buckets of beer
Some say it's the cover band
That's a cover man, I know why they're here
Didn't go the way He planned it
Damn, the devil did some damage
So God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
Yeah, man made a bar
And sometimes an angel falls too hard
Loses more than just a piece of her heart
And she needs a place to go and make a brand new start
God made the world
In seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
God made a man, man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel to hold in my arms"
So God made a girl, his best work of art
Oh, but he didn't make no place to go
When she breaks your heart, so man made a bar
Man made a bar
Yeah, man made a bar
Writer: Brett Tyler, Jordan Dozzi, Larry Fleet, Rocky Block
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Devil Dont Know
There's a bottle on a King James coaster
Miller Lite full of cigarettes
Too drunk to be hungover
Last night still on my breath
There ain't no startin' over
And this over never ends
I've been tryin' to drown these demons
I'll be damned if they don't swim
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
It ain't the one out of Revelation
Nah, it's way too cold for that
It's the heartbreak that won't stop
Everywhere you're not
And everything I can't get back
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
It ain't what I did to get here
Nah, it's everything I didn't
And no, I can't tell you where Heaven is
But I know right where it isn't
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
Don't know that kinda hell
Nah, the devil don't know
Miller Lite full of cigarettes
Too drunk to be hungover
Last night still on my breath
There ain't no startin' over
And this over never ends
I've been tryin' to drown these demons
I'll be damned if they don't swim
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
It ain't the one out of Revelation
Nah, it's way too cold for that
It's the heartbreak that won't stop
Everywhere you're not
And everything I can't get back
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
It ain't what I did to get here
Nah, it's everything I didn't
And no, I can't tell you where Heaven is
But I know right where it isn't
What's keepin' me up all night
Is knowin' what's keepin' you up all night
Since I ain't the one holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Fire and brimstone ain't got nothin' on
Seein' you with someone else
It's a whole 'nother level
Girl, even the devil don't know this kinda hell
Don't know that kinda hell
Nah, the devil don't know
Writer: Jameson Rodgers, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment
One Thing At A Time
Somebody hand me a cigarette
I know I ain't had one in over a week
Somebody pour me a double shot
Been getting better by the day but tonight I drink
You say I gotta get over you
And get sober too
I got a lotta habits I gotta kick
Well, weigh out all your options
And take your pick
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and, baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
I know I got me some problems
About a thousand memories I gotta forget
But if I'm gonna solve 'em
Baby, I'll take all the help I can get
If you ain't gonna kiss me
Then I'll take some whiskey
Some Grizzly
Nicotine amphetamines too
You want me to stop some of that
Or you want me to stop loving you
Hey, what you want me to do?
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and, baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
I ain't no superman
I'm just the way I am
If I'm gonna move on
Then I need me something in my hand
Ain't nothing wrong with that
And if you ain't coming back
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
I know I ain't had one in over a week
Somebody pour me a double shot
Been getting better by the day but tonight I drink
You say I gotta get over you
And get sober too
I got a lotta habits I gotta kick
Well, weigh out all your options
And take your pick
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and, baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
I know I got me some problems
About a thousand memories I gotta forget
But if I'm gonna solve 'em
Baby, I'll take all the help I can get
If you ain't gonna kiss me
Then I'll take some whiskey
Some Grizzly
Nicotine amphetamines too
You want me to stop some of that
Or you want me to stop loving you
Hey, what you want me to do?
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and, baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
I ain't no superman
I'm just the way I am
If I'm gonna move on
Then I need me something in my hand
Ain't nothing wrong with that
And if you ain't coming back
I can either burn the bar down
Or I can take your number out my phone
I can give you up right now
Never want you back long as I'm half stoned
If you want me to quit you
Want me to get you out of my heart and baby, off my mind
I hate to tell ya, girl
But I'm only quitting one thing at a time
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Ah, yeah, I hate to tell you
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
98 Braves
I remember sittin' at that house
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win
Between them big three pitchers
Andruw and Chipper
It was gonna be hard to keep up with the Joneses
But as fate would have it
That Atlanta magic got put out by them damn Padres
And I guess destiny ain't always meant to be
Kinda like you and me that day
We got close, but close doesn't cut it
Had a good run to end up with nothin'
But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences and came up short
Yeah, you win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's just the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
Then we'd have been the '98 Braves
Had that whole town believin'
Damn, girl, I even had that talk
To your dad man to man
But just like that season
Girl, you and me didn't end with a ring on a hand
We got close but close doesn't cut it
Had a good run to end up with nothin'
But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences and came up short
Yeah, you win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's just the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
Then we'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
You win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
Girl, it coulda gone either way
But if we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
If we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
Oh yeah, girl, we'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
We'd have been the '98 Braves
I remember sittin' at that house
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win
Between them big three pitchers
Andruw and Chipper
It was gonna be hard to keep up with the Joneses
But as fate would have it
That Atlanta magic got put out by them damn Padres
And I guess destiny ain't always meant to be
Kinda like you and me that day
We got close, but close doesn't cut it
Had a good run to end up with nothin'
But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences and came up short
Yeah, you win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's just the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
Then we'd have been the '98 Braves
Had that whole town believin'
Damn, girl, I even had that talk
To your dad man to man
But just like that season
Girl, you and me didn't end with a ring on a hand
We got close but close doesn't cut it
Had a good run to end up with nothin'
But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer
We swung for the fences and came up short
Yeah, you win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
And that's just the way life plays
If we were a team and love was a game
Then we'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
You win some, you lose some
It ain't always home runs
Girl, it coulda gone either way
But if we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
If we were a team and love was a game
We'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
Oh yeah, girl, we'd have been the '98 Braves
'98 Braves
We'd have been the '98 Braves
I remember sittin' at that house
Livin' room couch
Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win
Writer: Joshua Miller, Travis Wood, John Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aint That Some
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
That you'd hate to grow up and miss
Hate to think of what if
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco
Wore my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is
They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Yeah
My true north is due south, with a blue Coors goin' down
Just like that settin' sun on my old Z71
I know it's cliche to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays
But that's just the way it is out here
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Ain't that some back home
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we'll be doing this 'til the day we die
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
That you'd hate to grow up and miss
Hate to think of what if
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco
Wore my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is
They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Yeah
My true north is due south, with a blue Coors goin' down
Just like that settin' sun on my old Z71
I know it's cliche to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays
But that's just the way it is out here
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Man, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Ain't that some back home
Ain't that some thick smoke Silverado
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we'll be doing this 'til the day we die
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y'd this
Ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, Christopher Michael La Corte, Joshua Miller, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Wrote The Book
When it comes to hitchin' the boat up
Backin' down the ramp in my old truck
To find a bunch of logs, to catch a bunch of hogs
Yeah, I wrote the book, yeah, I wrote the book
If you wanna learn to throw a curve right
Catch a clean up lookin' on a third strike
Talk a little smack while he's walkin' back
Yeah, I wrote the book
But there's one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
I met a good girl, she had her life straight
She said she loved that I was good at everything
One day she left me in a cloud of dust
'Cause I never was too good at pickin' up
The one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
Yeah, the good Lord knows I need it
I didn't write it, but I probably oughta read it
The one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
That's one book I didn't write
That's one book I didn't write
Backin' down the ramp in my old truck
To find a bunch of logs, to catch a bunch of hogs
Yeah, I wrote the book, yeah, I wrote the book
If you wanna learn to throw a curve right
Catch a clean up lookin' on a third strike
Talk a little smack while he's walkin' back
Yeah, I wrote the book
But there's one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
I met a good girl, she had her life straight
She said she loved that I was good at everything
One day she left me in a cloud of dust
'Cause I never was too good at pickin' up
The one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
Yeah, the good Lord knows I need it
I didn't write it, but I probably oughta read it
The one that lays by the lamp on the nightstand
One that says don't cuss and don't fight
Or let the bottle turn you into a different man
But damn if I don't do it every Friday night
Those get you into Heaven letters in red
Ain't gettin' read enough to keep me on a straight line
I'm a Jack of all trades, but man I gotta say
That's one book I didn't write
That's one book I didn't write
That's one book I didn't write
Writer: Cameron Montgomery, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tennessee Numbers
Used to be our picture
From her sister's wedding day
There on her lock screen
Now it's just some ocean waves
Used to be a buncha hearts
Right there beside my name
She used to never miss one
But these days that girl just lets it ring
Ah, but if she don't one day
I'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
No, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
I bet she hides her accent
So no one asks her where she's from
And steers clear of whiskey
'Cause it stirs them memories up
And there's a boy from back home
That she still won't talk about
If he could talk to her right now
He'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
No, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
From Tennessee numbers
I used to be the one
Now, I'm just an 865
If I could just talk to her
Maybe I could change her mind
And I'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
And no, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
Tennessee numbers
From her sister's wedding day
There on her lock screen
Now it's just some ocean waves
Used to be a buncha hearts
Right there beside my name
She used to never miss one
But these days that girl just lets it ring
Ah, but if she don't one day
I'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
No, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
I bet she hides her accent
So no one asks her where she's from
And steers clear of whiskey
'Cause it stirs them memories up
And there's a boy from back home
That she still won't talk about
If he could talk to her right now
He'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
No, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
From Tennessee numbers
I used to be the one
Now, I'm just an 865
If I could just talk to her
Maybe I could change her mind
And I'd say
Damn, it's good to hear your voice
Feels like it's been forever
Ask her how's her mom and them
And how's that west coast weather?
Yeah, I know it's late, I'm sorry
And no, I swear I ain't that drunk
I know she won't and I don't blame her
But if she ever picked it up
I'd tell her it's my fault and I still love her
But she quit taking calls from Tennessee numbers
Tennessee numbers
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, Jordan Minton, Travis Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hope Thats True
I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of
You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it
And I'll admit it, girl, I said it and I meant it
Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we damn sure different
It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
And made it clear that I oughta have it my way
But my way looks a whole lot better
With just my truck in the driveway
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash
I was high but I guess I wasn't high class
Enough to show up with you on your arm
We were never gonna be two kids on a farm
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
And I could sit here bitter and bitchin'
And wishin' things woulda gone different
But that don't sound nothin' like me at all
Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'?
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
Yeah, I hope that's true
Oh, I hope that's true
And I hope that's true
You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it
And I'll admit it, girl, I said it and I meant it
Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we damn sure different
It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
And made it clear that I oughta have it my way
But my way looks a whole lot better
With just my truck in the driveway
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash
I was high but I guess I wasn't high class
Enough to show up with you on your arm
We were never gonna be two kids on a farm
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
And I could sit here bitter and bitchin'
And wishin' things woulda gone different
But that don't sound nothin' like me at all
Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'?
And I hope you find you
A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
Yeah, I hope that's true
Oh, I hope that's true
And I hope that's true
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Cole Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Whiskey Friends
Yeah, I'm always down for two beers
That ain't nothing new here
It's usually what I do here, but not tonight
Yeah, we had a bad one
Way worse than the last one
Ain't no comin' back from this goodbye
Looks like I did it again
Me and my stupid mouth
I dug myself into a hole in the wall
And I gotta drink my way out
Bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
We just need a slow song
Tryna let her go song
Throw a little Jones on
Leave us alone 'til she's long gone
Got a lot of over her work left to do
That we need to get into
So bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
Me and my whiskey friends
Looks like I did it again
Me and my stupid mouth
Dug myself into a hole in the wall
Now I gotta drink my way out
Bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
Me and my whiskey friends
Play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey
For me and my whiskey friends
That ain't nothing new here
It's usually what I do here, but not tonight
Yeah, we had a bad one
Way worse than the last one
Ain't no comin' back from this goodbye
Looks like I did it again
Me and my stupid mouth
I dug myself into a hole in the wall
And I gotta drink my way out
Bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
We just need a slow song
Tryna let her go song
Throw a little Jones on
Leave us alone 'til she's long gone
Got a lot of over her work left to do
That we need to get into
So bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
Me and my whiskey friends
Looks like I did it again
Me and my stupid mouth
Dug myself into a hole in the wall
Now I gotta drink my way out
Bartender, pour me up again
I just took a hook on my heartbreak chin
We gon' be in here all night
She ain't the only thing I'm puttin' on ice
Yeah, I need a corner with the lights turned down
I can't take a good time, cold beer crowd
It's just me, Jack, and Jim
Won't you play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey friends?
Me and my whiskey friends
Me and my whiskey friends
Play a little Whitley for me and my whiskey
For me and my whiskey friends
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sunrise
On my Fridays when it's whiskey, I go back to Cincy
That Ohio night you tricked me into buying all your shots
Got your ghost up in my Chevy, shotgun lookin' ready
For them parties where you'd let me spin you 'round and show you off
I been tryna get away from you for a while now
But there ain't no settin' you down
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You keep comin' up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Comin' up at 8AM, 9AM
All the way to 10PM when my day ends
Layin' down and there you are in my amens
Mornin' light and you're there on my mind again
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', you keep comin'
There ain't no blinds to close, covers to throw over my head
Ever since you left
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Yeah, you keep comin' up
That Ohio night you tricked me into buying all your shots
Got your ghost up in my Chevy, shotgun lookin' ready
For them parties where you'd let me spin you 'round and show you off
I been tryna get away from you for a while now
But there ain't no settin' you down
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You keep comin' up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Comin' up at 8AM, 9AM
All the way to 10PM when my day ends
Layin' down and there you are in my amens
Mornin' light and you're there on my mind again
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', you keep comin'
There ain't no blinds to close, covers to throw over my head
Ever since you left
You're my sunrise, you keep comin' up
You're in every conversation, every smoky situation
If it's water, if it's whiskey in my cup
You're the memories I'm drinkin'
You're the thoughts I'm always thinkin', girl
It don't matter how far I run
You're the one that I can't run from
Used to be my late nights, love me 'til the daylights
Now you're just my sunrise, you keep comin' up
Yeah, you keep comin' up, up
You keep comin', yeah, you keep comin'
Yeah, you keep comin' up
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, John Byron Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Keith Whitley
I'm no stranger to the rain
It starts rainin', I start pourin'
I'll take hurt like hell in the mornin'
Over feelin' this way
There ain't a mirror in this house anymore
'Cause it kills me to see the guy that let you leave
And walk right out the door
Kentucky Bluebird, Kentucky bourbon
Sure got this ol' boy hurtin' in Tennessee
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
I hate the way you said nothin' at all
I guess you said what you had to say
But what's killin' me tonight
Is when he's lovin' on you, baby, you don't close your eyes
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
Miami, my Amy
You sure got this ol' boy hurtin' up here in Tennessee
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
It starts rainin', I start pourin'
I'll take hurt like hell in the mornin'
Over feelin' this way
There ain't a mirror in this house anymore
'Cause it kills me to see the guy that let you leave
And walk right out the door
Kentucky Bluebird, Kentucky bourbon
Sure got this ol' boy hurtin' in Tennessee
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
I hate the way you said nothin' at all
I guess you said what you had to say
But what's killin' me tonight
Is when he's lovin' on you, baby, you don't close your eyes
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
Miami, my Amy
You sure got this ol' boy hurtin' up here in Tennessee
Good whiskey
Girl, it just don't last when Keith Whitley
Keeps bringin' you up like that
Gets me drinkin' 'bout us and what it was
The things I love got a way of gettin' gone too soon
Kinda like good whiskey, Keith Whitley and you
Writer: Brad Clawson, Jared Mullins, Thomas Marc Archer
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
In The Bible
Paint your truck tread with some red dust
While you kick up the long way home
Share some bootleg with your best buds
Wear a bit of that bonfire smoke
If a back porch swing and twang in your words
And settin' that hook was a Good Book verse
I'd be doin' alright
I'd know where I's goin' when I get to the other side 'cause
Backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer
To the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
If "John Deere Green" was 3:16
And old barstools were back pew seats
These Friday nights would all just seem like Sunday mornin'
If them words in red were a little more read
This sinner'd be a saint instead
'Cause backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer
To the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
'Cause backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer to God's grace, I swear
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
While you kick up the long way home
Share some bootleg with your best buds
Wear a bit of that bonfire smoke
If a back porch swing and twang in your words
And settin' that hook was a Good Book verse
I'd be doin' alright
I'd know where I's goin' when I get to the other side 'cause
Backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer
To the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
If "John Deere Green" was 3:16
And old barstools were back pew seats
These Friday nights would all just seem like Sunday mornin'
If them words in red were a little more read
This sinner'd be a saint instead
'Cause backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer
To the Man upstairs
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
'Cause backroads and cold beer
Are my down home prayer
Can't get no closer to God's grace, I swear
Than way out there, where the river runs
Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple
If bein' country was in the Bible
Hallelujah, amen
Heaven blessed this life I live
Hallelujah, amen, amen
Writer: Ben Johnson, Geoffrey Warburton, Jeff Garrison, John Byron, Jon Hall
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.
You Proof
Yeah, I've been throwin' down the whiskey
I oughta get my money back
And someone said it drowns a memory
Ah, but it ain't doing jack
Yeah, I've been sippin', I've been buzzin'
Shootin' doubles like it's nothin'
Ah, but nothin' makes you go away
I need something you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
Yeah, I need something you proof
Oh, I need something you proof
Poured 'em up 'til they're shuttin' 'em down, yeah
You never ain't not around, yeah
Don't matter what time, what town
I can't get you gone
Turn the bar, yeah, upside down
Just looking for somethin' that does it
I give 'em all my money
Ain't nobody sellin' nothing you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
Yeah, I need something you proof
Oh, I need something you proof
Hey, I've been mixing liquors tryin' to get you gone
Ah, but I must be doin' somethin' wrong
'Cause I've been working hard to fade your memory
Baby, but the only thing faded is me
I need something you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
I need something you proof (poured 'em up 'til they're shuttin' 'em down, yeah)
Ah, I need something you proof (you never ain't not around)
(Don't matter what time, what town)
(I can't get you gone)
(Turn the bar, yeah, upside down)
(Just looking for somethin' that does it)
(I'll give 'em all my money)
(Ain't nobody selling nothing you proof)
I oughta get my money back
And someone said it drowns a memory
Ah, but it ain't doing jack
Yeah, I've been sippin', I've been buzzin'
Shootin' doubles like it's nothin'
Ah, but nothin' makes you go away
I need something you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
Yeah, I need something you proof
Oh, I need something you proof
Poured 'em up 'til they're shuttin' 'em down, yeah
You never ain't not around, yeah
Don't matter what time, what town
I can't get you gone
Turn the bar, yeah, upside down
Just looking for somethin' that does it
I give 'em all my money
Ain't nobody sellin' nothing you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
Yeah, I need something you proof
Oh, I need something you proof
Hey, I've been mixing liquors tryin' to get you gone
Ah, but I must be doin' somethin' wrong
'Cause I've been working hard to fade your memory
Baby, but the only thing faded is me
I need something you proof
Somethin' stronger than I'm used to
Yeah, I've been pourin' ninety to a hundred
Feel like nothing's gonna cut it, that's the hard truth
I need something you proof (poured 'em up 'til they're shuttin' 'em down, yeah)
Ah, I need something you proof (you never ain't not around)
(Don't matter what time, what town)
(I can't get you gone)
(Turn the bar, yeah, upside down)
(Just looking for somethin' that does it)
(I'll give 'em all my money)
(Ain't nobody selling nothing you proof)
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thought You Should Know
What's goin' on, mama?
Something just dawned on me
I ain't been home in some months
Been chasin' songs and women
Makin' some bad decisions
God knows I'm drinkin' too much
Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me
You've been losin' sleep since '93
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
I got me a new girl down there in Jefferson City, and
She lets me fish whenever I want to
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
Can you believe I'm on the radio?
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Oh, by the way, mama, didn't mean to ramble on ya
How's everything back at home?
Yeah, how's that garden comin'?
Is dad still doing dumb shit?
And how'd he keep you this long?
Yeah, I'm sorry that I called you so late
I just miss you, but anyways
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
I got me a new girl down there in Jefferson City, and
She lets me fish whenever I want to
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
Can you believe I'm on the radio?
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me
You've been losing sleep since '93
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
That I really like this girl down in Jefferson City, and
Turns out she's a lot like you
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
The bus is leavin' so I gotta roll
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
I thought you should know, thought you should know
I thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Something just dawned on me
I ain't been home in some months
Been chasin' songs and women
Makin' some bad decisions
God knows I'm drinkin' too much
Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me
You've been losin' sleep since '93
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
I got me a new girl down there in Jefferson City, and
She lets me fish whenever I want to
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
Can you believe I'm on the radio?
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Oh, by the way, mama, didn't mean to ramble on ya
How's everything back at home?
Yeah, how's that garden comin'?
Is dad still doing dumb shit?
And how'd he keep you this long?
Yeah, I'm sorry that I called you so late
I just miss you, but anyways
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
I got me a new girl down there in Jefferson City, and
She lets me fish whenever I want to
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
Can you believe I'm on the radio?
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Yeah, I know you've been worrying 'bout me
You've been losing sleep since '93
I thought you should know
That all those prayers you thought you wasted on me
Must've finally made their way on through
I thought you should know
That I really like this girl down in Jefferson City, and
Turns out she's a lot like you
Yeah, I'm still proud of where I came from
Still your only damn son
The bus is leavin' so I gotta roll
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
I thought you should know, thought you should know
I thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Writer: Miranda Lambert, Morgan Wallen, Nicolle Galyon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
F150-50
Yeah, I bet she's
Topped off that two tone tank at the Texaco
Before she hits the road
And I bet she's
Pissed off enough to pick herself up a pack of smokes
Even though she don't
Flip a quarter
Roll the dice
It's a left
Or it's a right
One's goin' my way
And one's hell on a highway
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
And that last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Yeah, tonight it's lookin' F150-50
And I know Detroit
Done bolted down and don't mess around
Underneath that hood
And them horses are running good
So the only thing that's breakin' down
Is maybe that girl's breakin' down
Behind the wheel and I'm breakin' down the odds tonight
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
That last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Am I holdin' on to her tonight or just the whiskey?
Is she better off without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
That last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Is she better off without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Topped off that two tone tank at the Texaco
Before she hits the road
And I bet she's
Pissed off enough to pick herself up a pack of smokes
Even though she don't
Flip a quarter
Roll the dice
It's a left
Or it's a right
One's goin' my way
And one's hell on a highway
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
And that last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Yeah, tonight it's lookin' F150-50
And I know Detroit
Done bolted down and don't mess around
Underneath that hood
And them horses are running good
So the only thing that's breakin' down
Is maybe that girl's breakin' down
Behind the wheel and I'm breakin' down the odds tonight
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
That last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Am I holdin' on to her tonight or just the whiskey?
Is she better off without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Heads, it's headlights headed home
Tread left on forgiveness
Tails, it's taillights tailin' off
Floor that Ford, forget this
Is that half ton kickin' up
That last goodbye cloud of dust it's gonna give me
Or does she miss me?
Tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Is she better off without me or right here with me?
Yeah, tonight, it's lookin' F150-50
Writer: Benjamin Merritt Stennis, Jared Tyler Mullins, John Pierce
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Neon Star (Country Boy Lullaby)
Yeah, I'm down bad
She slammed that door and she broke my heart
That girl sure got out of town fast
She bounced
So I bounced in here tryna bounce back
Ooh, I know I probably oughta throw a couple prayers up
To the man upstairs
Ooh, instead of watchin' this bottle that was filled up
Just disappear
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Girl, it happens every damn time
You pour it on strong and before too long
This old number 7's on round nine
A lot of dive bar down time
Yeah
And ooh, I know I probably oughta throw a couple prayers up
To the man upstairs
Ooh, instead of lettin' this heart stay beat down
Pullin' up this chair
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
You ain't the only one up so high
Make a little room 'cause so am I
I need a little help gettin' sleep tonight
So I'm singin' me a country boy lullaby, like
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Neon star
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
She slammed that door and she broke my heart
That girl sure got out of town fast
She bounced
So I bounced in here tryna bounce back
Ooh, I know I probably oughta throw a couple prayers up
To the man upstairs
Ooh, instead of watchin' this bottle that was filled up
Just disappear
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Girl, it happens every damn time
You pour it on strong and before too long
This old number 7's on round nine
A lot of dive bar down time
Yeah
And ooh, I know I probably oughta throw a couple prayers up
To the man upstairs
Ooh, instead of lettin' this heart stay beat down
Pullin' up this chair
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
You ain't the only one up so high
Make a little room 'cause so am I
I need a little help gettin' sleep tonight
So I'm singin' me a country boy lullaby, like
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Up there hangin' from behind the bar
Hopin' there's a u-turn in your car
Don't know why I do 'cause it never comes true
Hey baby, what's it gonna take
For my head to unhurt and my heart to unbreak?
Ridin' on the lightning in this jar
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Neon star
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Sittin' here wishin' on a neon star
Writer: Josh Thompson, Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Deserve A Drink
I been doin' good, so good
I been on my best behavior
I been livin' by the book
I shoulda known that sooner or later
You'd walk in this place and I'd break
Take two steps back and say
What's one little taste gonna hurt?
You're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight I deserve a drink
What am I supposed to do? Girl, I always lose to your temptation
You're another shot that I shouldn't knock back but damn, baby
You're layin' it on, you're leanin' it in
Yeah, I been keepin' it strong for so long
But I need it again, yeah, I need you again
'Cause you're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight I deserve a drink
I deserve a drink
I been doin' good, so good
I been on my best behavior
You're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight your eyes are tellin' me things
Like I, I deserve a drink
I deserve a drink
I been on my best behavior
I been livin' by the book
I shoulda known that sooner or later
You'd walk in this place and I'd break
Take two steps back and say
What's one little taste gonna hurt?
You're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight I deserve a drink
What am I supposed to do? Girl, I always lose to your temptation
You're another shot that I shouldn't knock back but damn, baby
You're layin' it on, you're leanin' it in
Yeah, I been keepin' it strong for so long
But I need it again, yeah, I need you again
'Cause you're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight I deserve a drink
I deserve a drink
I been doin' good, so good
I been on my best behavior
You're burnin' hotter than a bourbon with no water
And I want your buzz in my veins
Girl, in the mornin' you'll walk out the door, and
I'll pour us back down the sink
But tonight your eyes are tellin' me things
Like I, I deserve a drink
I deserve a drink
Writer: Devin Dawson, Hillary Lindsey, Jacob Robert Durrett, John Byron Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wine Into Water
Some girls like roses and a man sayin' sorry by the dozen
To heal the heartbreak up, and
Some girls like a letter on a windshield, pourin' out his feelings
When it's all hit the ceilin'
But I know something even better I could try, so
I'm out here soakin' up your porch light glow
With an apology in my left hand
Hope it tastes like a second chance
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
A little olive branch romance, drink it off our minds
'Til that twenty minute fight's ancient history
Baby, I just hope you'll forgive me
I'm tipsy, come kiss me, by the time it's empty
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
And I know, girl, I'm probably walkin' on a tightrope
But I can see you holdin' back a smile, so
Whatchu say we don't stop
'Til we get to the last drop
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
To heal the heartbreak up, and
Some girls like a letter on a windshield, pourin' out his feelings
When it's all hit the ceilin'
But I know something even better I could try, so
I'm out here soakin' up your porch light glow
With an apology in my left hand
Hope it tastes like a second chance
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
A little olive branch romance, drink it off our minds
'Til that twenty minute fight's ancient history
Baby, I just hope you'll forgive me
I'm tipsy, come kiss me, by the time it's empty
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
And I know, girl, I'm probably walkin' on a tightrope
But I can see you holdin' back a smile, so
Whatchu say we don't stop
'Til we get to the last drop
'Cause I'm here to say sorry with a to the top glass
Of that Napa Valley vine Cabernet
Girl, I couldn't go to bed, let another second pass
Without you and me being okay
So, let's get to the bottom of these problems
And this bottle before that moonlight quits
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
And turn this wine into water under the bridge
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, Matt Jenkins, John Byron Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Me All Your Reasons
Smoke on my clothes, liquor on my breath
Devil on my shoulder, strangers in my bed
Pills in my pocket, ashes on the floor
These bad decisions keep on knockin' on my door
I know you think you left me all alone
I hate to say you couldn't be more wrong, got
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
Like all the lies I ever told, that change I never did
All the times that I was cold, all that broke you couldn't fix
I know you did just what you had to do
You looked around and saw there wasn't no room for you, just
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
All your reasons
I know you wanna be the one for me
No wonder why you had to run from me
Hell, even I done had enough of me
Now all I got to keep me company, is some
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
It's just me and all your reasons
All your reasons
Devil on my shoulder, strangers in my bed
Pills in my pocket, ashes on the floor
These bad decisions keep on knockin' on my door
I know you think you left me all alone
I hate to say you couldn't be more wrong, got
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
Like all the lies I ever told, that change I never did
All the times that I was cold, all that broke you couldn't fix
I know you did just what you had to do
You looked around and saw there wasn't no room for you, just
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
All your reasons
I know you wanna be the one for me
No wonder why you had to run from me
Hell, even I done had enough of me
Now all I got to keep me company, is some
Copenhagen, whiskey straight, and
Empty bottle, promise breakin'
All the ways I let you down, down
What went around came back 'round to
Sunday mornin' still asleep, and
Traded angels for my demons
I ain't lonely since your leavin'
I've got me and all your reasons
It's just me and all your reasons
All your reasons
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tennessee Fan
They beat us every damn year
It's been a minute since we pulled out a win
I loaded the truck down with beer
Drove down to watch 'em do it again
And they did so we went to the bar right after
Met a girl with a houndstooth print of her chapter on her shirt
And it turned into talkin' all night
She came back with me cross the Vol' state line
Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan
She likes riding on them windin' roads
The smell of sweet pine in the air
I took her 'bout as high as you could go, huh
You can still see Tuscaloosa from there
And all them girls back home say, "How could you love him?"
All them boys probably hate me for takin' her from 'em
Lord knows her mom and daddy's jaw would drop
If they heard her singing every word of Rocky Top
Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan
Oh
Yeah, it's alright, let's just call it even
'Cause she's all mine
And she ain't ever leaving
And she's damn fine in orange every weekend
From now on
Yeah, she found home
Looks like the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan
Oh, she's been a Tennessee fan
It's been a minute since we pulled out a win
I loaded the truck down with beer
Drove down to watch 'em do it again
And they did so we went to the bar right after
Met a girl with a houndstooth print of her chapter on her shirt
And it turned into talkin' all night
She came back with me cross the Vol' state line
Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan
She likes riding on them windin' roads
The smell of sweet pine in the air
I took her 'bout as high as you could go, huh
You can still see Tuscaloosa from there
And all them girls back home say, "How could you love him?"
All them boys probably hate me for takin' her from 'em
Lord knows her mom and daddy's jaw would drop
If they heard her singing every word of Rocky Top
Guess the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan
Oh
Yeah, it's alright, let's just call it even
'Cause she's all mine
And she ain't ever leaving
And she's damn fine in orange every weekend
From now on
Yeah, she found home
Looks like the jokes on Alabama 'cause they lost big this time
I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips
Brought her over to the other side
A little deep south Delta Gamma
Done found a Smoky mountain man
Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'til the day she died
But ever since that night she's been a Tennessee fan
Oh, she's been a Tennessee fan
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Mark L. Holman, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Money On Me
If you're lookin' for a drink, if you're lookin' for a dance
If you're lookin' for a wreck in your Friday night plans
Lookin' for your name in a heart on the wall
Lookin' for a number you ain't ever gonna call again
I got ya, I'll type it in
But, baby, if you're looking for
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
Honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
Gotta know when it's golden, gotta know when to fold 'em
Never count on a heart like mine
'Cause I'm an up in the air swinging ferris wheel chair
Might end up stuck in the sky again
So I don't wanna waste your time
If what you're tryin' to find tonight is
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
Honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
To be there in the morning
Anything more than a short memory
If that's what you need we can leave
But, baby, if you're looking for
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
And honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
I wouldn't put my money on me
If you're lookin' for a wreck in your Friday night plans
Lookin' for your name in a heart on the wall
Lookin' for a number you ain't ever gonna call again
I got ya, I'll type it in
But, baby, if you're looking for
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
Honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
Gotta know when it's golden, gotta know when to fold 'em
Never count on a heart like mine
'Cause I'm an up in the air swinging ferris wheel chair
Might end up stuck in the sky again
So I don't wanna waste your time
If what you're tryin' to find tonight is
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
Honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
To be there in the morning
Anything more than a short memory
If that's what you need we can leave
But, baby, if you're looking for
A sure bet, smooth ride
Dogs come and meet him at the door every night
Kinda right man at the right time
Change your last name while the church bells chime
A soft place to land, arms you can trust
I ain't a bettin' man but, baby, if I was
And honestly, I wouldn't put my money on me
I wouldn't put my money on me
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, Matt Roy, Michael Lotten
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thinkin Bout Me
Don't know where you at, don't know where you've been
Don't know nothin' 'bout that boy you're into
Don't feel bad for you, but I feel bad for him
And all the hell you gon' be puttin' him through
Probably tell him we're a burnt out flame
Probably tell him that I ain't been on your mind
How I ain't nothin' but a long gone thing
You can cuss my name, but baby, don't you lie
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout, are you thinkin' 'bout
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Do you hide your phone? Did you change my name?
When he wants to go to our go-to place
Do you tell him you can't? Then go out of your way
To be somewhere, any damn where I ain't
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout, are you thinkin' 'bout
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Don't know where you at
Girl, I know where you oughta be
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Yeah, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Don't know nothin' 'bout that boy you're into
Don't feel bad for you, but I feel bad for him
And all the hell you gon' be puttin' him through
Probably tell him we're a burnt out flame
Probably tell him that I ain't been on your mind
How I ain't nothin' but a long gone thing
You can cuss my name, but baby, don't you lie
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout, are you thinkin' 'bout
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Do you hide your phone? Did you change my name?
When he wants to go to our go-to place
Do you tell him you can't? Then go out of your way
To be somewhere, any damn where I ain't
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout, are you thinkin' 'bout
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Don't know where you at
Girl, I know where you oughta be
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
When you're ridin' where he's drivin', are you missin' my street?
Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?
When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Comin' over tonight, wish that truck in your drive was mine
Just like you know it's supposed to be
When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head?
Making you crazy, tell me, baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Yeah, are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Are you thinkin' 'bout me?
Writer: Heather Lynn Morgan, Megan James, Adam James
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Single Than She Was
She had two beers on the counter when I found her
That neon wrapped right around her like a smoky halo
We talked for almost an hour over sours
I told her, "Girl, tell me how you're in this bar all alone?"
She said she was meetin' someone, seein' someone
But all I know
Is he didn't show and
She let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
She drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
I bet he'll blame all the traffic
Tell her he got distracted
But I tell you right now that gal's body was actin'
Like she was missin' somethin'
Like he just isn't someone
That learned from the last time
Maybe that's why
She let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
She drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She could be leading me on, be happy at home
But that look in her eyes looks like she's already gone
'Cause she let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
Drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
That neon wrapped right around her like a smoky halo
We talked for almost an hour over sours
I told her, "Girl, tell me how you're in this bar all alone?"
She said she was meetin' someone, seein' someone
But all I know
Is he didn't show and
She let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
She drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
I bet he'll blame all the traffic
Tell her he got distracted
But I tell you right now that gal's body was actin'
Like she was missin' somethin'
Like he just isn't someone
That learned from the last time
Maybe that's why
She let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
She drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She could be leading me on, be happy at home
But that look in her eyes looks like she's already gone
'Cause she let me buy her a drink
She even stole a sip of mine
Drug me front of the stage
Danced on my boots to closin' time
I got her number and name
I ain't sayin'
Her and her mans got any plans on breakin' up
But I tell you what
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
She's a little more single than she was
Writer: Ben Johnson, John Byron Calton, Ryan Vojtesak
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.
Days That End In Why
Been playin' twenty questions with twenty-four cans
24/7 'til I understand
I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand
But it musta got stopped by the ceilin' fan I'm staring at
In this half full bed
Looking for a reason that
I ain't found yet
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Like why she finally threw in the towel
With her makeup bag and her hand me down earrings
And why she never felt the need
To tell me what I did, why she packed her things
And why she left me searchin' at the bottom of this bourbon
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Whether it's them damn I miss you Tuesdays
That keep me up all night
Or them take me way back Wednesdays
That drift back through my mind
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Ah, it's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
24/7 'til I understand
I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand
But it musta got stopped by the ceilin' fan I'm staring at
In this half full bed
Looking for a reason that
I ain't found yet
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Like why she finally threw in the towel
With her makeup bag and her hand me down earrings
And why she never felt the need
To tell me what I did, why she packed her things
And why she left me searchin' at the bottom of this bourbon
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Whether it's them damn I miss you Tuesdays
That keep me up all night
Or them take me way back Wednesdays
That drift back through my mind
I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in tail light glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But, hell, ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive
It's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Ah, it's been nights that start with whiskey
And days that end in why
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, John Byron, Joseph Driver Williams Iii
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Last Drive Down Main
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Pedal down, anywhere but here
County line or Nashville, I don't care
No brakes 'til the moon, long as you're not there
You're not there, you're not there
When did it all go south?
Wish I could hate this town
Turns out that it's just not big enough for the both of us
So I'm just
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Yeah, I can see you now
You'll hit the bar, catch a buzz off a couple drinks
Tell your friends you'll be just fine without me
But I'll be there in your mind when you fall asleep
Bet you dream, I bet you dream about
Me and you making out in the driveway
Now it's all rearview behind me
Baby, somehow we got sideways
So before I hit that highway
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Pedal down, anywhere but here
County line or Nashville, I don't care
No brakes 'til the moon, long as you're not there
You're not there, you're not there
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Pedal down, anywhere but here
County line or Nashville, I don't care
No brakes 'til the moon, long as you're not there
You're not there, you're not there
When did it all go south?
Wish I could hate this town
Turns out that it's just not big enough for the both of us
So I'm just
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Yeah, I can see you now
You'll hit the bar, catch a buzz off a couple drinks
Tell your friends you'll be just fine without me
But I'll be there in your mind when you fall asleep
Bet you dream, I bet you dream about
Me and you making out in the driveway
Now it's all rearview behind me
Baby, somehow we got sideways
So before I hit that highway
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Pedal down, anywhere but here
County line or Nashville, I don't care
No brakes 'til the moon, long as you're not there
You're not there, you're not there
Taking one last drive down Main
Might as well be memory lane
Turn it up for old time's sake
Taking one last drive down Main
Life packed in the Chevrolet
Every corner I see your face
Two hearts break, only one can stay
Taking one last drive down Main
Writer: Jerry Allen Flowers, Michael Ollin Lotten, Ryan Hurd
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Me To Me
Say you want a little wild in your Friday
Kind of sick of this same old scene
This neon leaves you lonely, baby
I know what you mean
You're tired of wastin' your time
Them other boys, they're always trippin'
Well I know a guy who might just know what you've been missin'
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Well, you kinda sorta seem like a little Jim Beam
In your bottle wouldn't hurt so bad
And you need a little more black smoke
Down an old back road than what you had
Yeah, and I might be wrong
But a boy like me might be your type
And my country song
Goes hand in hand with your angel eyes, yeah
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Sounds like, damn right
Hell on wheels
Start you up a fire in an open field
And make you feel a way you ain't felt before
That sounds like
Small town, ride the breeze
Gotta little accent, Tennessee
Little hardheaded
Hard to read, yeah
Sounds like me to me
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sick of this same old scene
This neon leaves you lonely, baby
I know what you mean
You're tired of wastin' your time
Them other boys, they're always trippin'
Well I know a guy who might just know what you've been missin'
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Well, you kinda sorta seem like a little Jim Beam
In your bottle wouldn't hurt so bad
And you need a little more black smoke
Down an old back road than what you had
Yeah, and I might be wrong
But a boy like me might be your type
And my country song
Goes hand in hand with your angel eyes, yeah
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Sounds like, damn right
Hell on wheels
Start you up a fire in an open field
And make you feel a way you ain't felt before
That sounds like
Small town, ride the breeze
Gotta little accent, Tennessee
Little hardheaded
Hard to read, yeah
Sounds like me to me
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin' at the barroom door
Can't find what you're lookin' for
You've been locked down for a while
You want some more wild and free
I don't know who you're waitin' on but
Kind of sounds like me to me
Kind of sounds like me to me
Writer: Ashley Gorley, Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dont Think Jesus
Boy gets a guitar and starts writin' songs
'Bout whiskey and women and gettin' too stoned
And he got all three at the first show he played
Hometown said, "I don't think Jesus done it that way"
Boy moves to city, lives fast and goes hard
Starts chasin' the devil through honky-tonk bars
Ignoring the voices in his head that say
"I don't think Jesus done it this way"
If I was Him I'd say, "To Hell with you, ain't no helping you"
Find someone else to give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
Boy's all alone, got no one to turn to
He figures he'll pray 'cause what else could he do?
He says, "I wish You would've woke me up an easier way"
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
If I was Him I'd say, "To Hell with you, ain't no helping you"
Find someone else to give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
World likes to rear back and throw a few stones
So boy wants to throw a few stones of his own
But Lord knows I ain't perfect, and it ain't my place
And I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all sure that Jesus done it that way?
'Bout whiskey and women and gettin' too stoned
And he got all three at the first show he played
Hometown said, "I don't think Jesus done it that way"
Boy moves to city, lives fast and goes hard
Starts chasin' the devil through honky-tonk bars
Ignoring the voices in his head that say
"I don't think Jesus done it this way"
If I was Him I'd say, "To Hell with you, ain't no helping you"
Find someone else to give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
Boy's all alone, got no one to turn to
He figures he'll pray 'cause what else could he do?
He says, "I wish You would've woke me up an easier way"
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
If I was Him I'd say, "To Hell with you, ain't no helping you"
Find someone else to give Heaven to, I'm telling you
I'd shame me, I'd blame me
I'd make me pay for my mistakes
But I don't think Jesus does it that way
World likes to rear back and throw a few stones
So boy wants to throw a few stones of his own
But Lord knows I ain't perfect, and it ain't my place
And I don't think Jesus done it that way
Are y'all sure that Jesus done it that way?
Writer: Jessi Leigh Alexander, Mark L. Holman, Richard Chase Mcgill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
180 (Lifestyle)
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
She used to show up in her high heels
Now she's barefoot in a Friday night field
Turn her nose up at the whiskey
Now she tastes like Number Seven when she kiss me
Daddy ain't sure about it
She wants to move on out to who knows where
She gots some down home, she just found it
She got the whole town thinking that she grew up there, yeah
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
She sets her Solo on a truck tire
Wearing flannel 'round a bonfire
Sunday soprano up in the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes
Dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a one-eighty
Old friends ask what happened
She asks the band for Alabama when she go to the bars
She came home with an accent
She's still working on the Southern, yeah
But she got the charm
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
We a half mile from the corner store
Grab a sixer and a swisher then we hit the door
Yeah, she rolls down the window and she give me that smile
She's lovin' on me and she's lovin' that lifestyle
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
She used to show up in her high heels
Now she's barefoot in a Friday night field
Turn her nose up at the whiskey
Now she tastes like Number Seven when she kiss me
Daddy ain't sure about it
She wants to move on out to who knows where
She gots some down home, she just found it
She got the whole town thinking that she grew up there, yeah
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
She sets her Solo on a truck tire
Wearing flannel 'round a bonfire
Sunday soprano up in the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes
Dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a one-eighty
Old friends ask what happened
She asks the band for Alabama when she go to the bars
She came home with an accent
She's still working on the Southern, yeah
But she got the charm
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
We a half mile from the corner store
Grab a sixer and a swisher then we hit the door
Yeah, she rolls down the window and she give me that smile
She's lovin' on me and she's lovin' that lifestyle
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Took a Broadway city girl
Turned her into a red dirt wild child
Whoa, she get the mood right
Whoa, chasing the moonlight
She don't come from it but, nah
She ain't running from it
Yeah, she loving the lifestyle
Writer: Arsenio Umberto Archer, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Blake Pendergrass, Bryan Williams, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Ernest Keith Smith, Jeffrey Williams, London Tyler Holmes, Mark L. Holman, Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Had It
Glass on the floor, tears in your eyes
Sheets in a mess
Just a typical night
Slam that door, drink that wine
Find peace on the porch from the war inside
Yeah, we'd talk and we'd talk in circles
And end up in between
The hell we're in right now
And where we used to be
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
It's hard to say when to walk away
But it's harder to stay when it's over
Tell me, baby, have I gone crazy?
'Cause I don't even feel like I know ya
Yeah, we'd talk and we'd talk in circles
And end up in between
The covers, now that's just trouble
'Cause that ain't where we're supposed to be, nah
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
Oh girl, I've had it
Sheets in a mess
Just a typical night
Slam that door, drink that wine
Find peace on the porch from the war inside
Yeah, we'd talk and we'd talk in circles
And end up in between
The hell we're in right now
And where we used to be
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
It's hard to say when to walk away
But it's harder to stay when it's over
Tell me, baby, have I gone crazy?
'Cause I don't even feel like I know ya
Yeah, we'd talk and we'd talk in circles
And end up in between
The covers, now that's just trouble
'Cause that ain't where we're supposed to be, nah
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
You can't make it go how you planned it
You can't heal a heart with a bandage
And you sure as hell can't take back what you say
When you're drunk and you're speakin' your mind
Yeah, it's hurtin' me like it hurts you
But it's too late now like a curfew
'Cause I can't give you back all the time that I took
But I'll give you back the rest of your life
Did too much damage
Yeah, I knew what I had when I had it
But girl, I've had it
Oh girl, I've had it
Writer: Rocky Block, Alexander Izquierdo, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cowgirls
She'll set the field on fire just cuttin' across a pasture
She'll have you fallin' for it all and then leave right after
And she got a cold heart but she got a warm smile
Cut from the same cloth, she kinda buck-wild
Little bit angel, whole lotta outlaw
She's trouble but I'll tell you right now, y'all
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
I hate that I love the way them kisses taste like whiskey
How they wake up, take on off and not even miss me
Leave this heart broken, holding that smokin' gun
I guess that's just the way them wild horses run
Let 'em run
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
Come on, cowgirls
Don't you wanna take me away?
Lay me on down, girl
With the wild kind of lovin' you make
For God's sake
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
She'll have you fallin' for it all and then leave right after
And she got a cold heart but she got a warm smile
Cut from the same cloth, she kinda buck-wild
Little bit angel, whole lotta outlaw
She's trouble but I'll tell you right now, y'all
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
I hate that I love the way them kisses taste like whiskey
How they wake up, take on off and not even miss me
Leave this heart broken, holding that smokin' gun
I guess that's just the way them wild horses run
Let 'em run
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
Come on, cowgirls
Don't you wanna take me away?
Lay me on down, girl
With the wild kind of lovin' you make
For God's sake
Long live cowgirls
Never gonna settle on down girls
Leave you in a lonely ghost town world
Where the sun don't rise
Rodeo for one night
Love you like a mustang
One hand on them giddy-up reins
Hole in your heart with some good aim
On a goodbye ride
But it's fine 'cause it's kinda my thing
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
Long live cowgirls
Yeah, long live cowgirls
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Girl Gone Missin
Bar lights, bar stool
Too many, one fool
Long neck, long hair
Last call, we're the first ones outta there
Coulda been the right one
But it went wrong, wrong, wrong
And I bet I know just what to blame it on
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
I wake up hungover
Cold call, cold shoulder
Too late, too little
And I'm somewhere stuck in the middle
Of a goodnight and a goodbye
And she's gone and there ain't no wonderin' why
'Cause of me and my
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
I'm gettin' stoned all alone in the country
'Cause my baby's gone
And I'll never know if she loved me
'Cause I don't know how to hold on, 'cause of
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Too many, one fool
Long neck, long hair
Last call, we're the first ones outta there
Coulda been the right one
But it went wrong, wrong, wrong
And I bet I know just what to blame it on
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
I wake up hungover
Cold call, cold shoulder
Too late, too little
And I'm somewhere stuck in the middle
Of a goodnight and a goodbye
And she's gone and there ain't no wonderin' why
'Cause of me and my
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
I'm gettin' stoned all alone in the country
'Cause my baby's gone
And I'll never know if she loved me
'Cause I don't know how to hold on, 'cause of
Good whiskey, bad decisions
Heartaches from some hard livin'
'Bout as good as I'll be gettin'
Don't know why it always goes like
She's fallin', I'm quittin'
I knew better, didn't listen
New story, same endin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Good girl, gone missin'
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, James Maddocks, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outlook
I used to think that it was me against the world, but it wasn't
Thought drinkin' from a glass half empty made it better, but it doesn't
Funny all the things you realize
When that 20/20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil
Fell in love with a gypsy girl, said she couldn't risk it on a rebel
At least not one that doesn't have a cause
And I'll admit, I guess back then that's all I really was
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
There's so many crossroads you come to
And you can't put your finger on
Why you went the way you did and then
You look up and here you are on the flip side of crazy
Something more than lucky stars you thank when you kiss your baby
Always believed in God and angels in the sky
But never thought that I deserved an angel by my side
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Yeah, lookin' down, lookin' out for me
Thought drinkin' from a glass half empty made it better, but it doesn't
Funny all the things you realize
When that 20/20 hindsight vision opens up your eyes
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil
Fell in love with a gypsy girl, said she couldn't risk it on a rebel
At least not one that doesn't have a cause
And I'll admit, I guess back then that's all I really was
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
There's so many crossroads you come to
And you can't put your finger on
Why you went the way you did and then
You look up and here you are on the flip side of crazy
Something more than lucky stars you thank when you kiss your baby
Always believed in God and angels in the sky
But never thought that I deserved an angel by my side
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Now my outlook on life is different than it used to be
Yeah, my outlook is someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Yeah, lookin' down, lookin' out for me
Writer: Jeff Hyde, Morgan Wallen, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dying Man
I was a bad reputation with an attitude to match
Hell bent on goin' nowhere and gettin' there lightning fast
Twenty-one and looking thirty but acting half my age
Bound to hit a wall before I ever hit the brakes
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man
When a Friday meets a Sunday
You can't help but see the light
I never believed in angels
'Til one believed in me that night
Turned my off track into a straight line
Before I turned into a headline, like
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man, whoa
Turned a one-way man one-eighty
Settled down a giving upper
Yeah, you changed a you-can't-change-me
So the world won't see another
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man
A set on dying man
Hell bent on goin' nowhere and gettin' there lightning fast
Twenty-one and looking thirty but acting half my age
Bound to hit a wall before I ever hit the brakes
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man
When a Friday meets a Sunday
You can't help but see the light
I never believed in angels
'Til one believed in me that night
Turned my off track into a straight line
Before I turned into a headline, like
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man, whoa
Turned a one-way man one-eighty
Settled down a giving upper
Yeah, you changed a you-can't-change-me
So the world won't see another
Codeine, it got Elvis
Whiskey, it got Hank
I always thought something like that
Might send me on my way
But you took hold of me
Like only a woman can
And gave one good reason to live
To a set on dying man
A set on dying man
Writer: Ben Johnson, Blake Pendergrass, Josh Thompson
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.
Performed By: Morgan Wallen
Genre(s): Country pop
Producer(s): Joey Moi, Cameron Montgomery, Charlie Handsome, Jacob Durrett
Released: March 3rd, 2023
Year: 2023