I'm still late on an oil change
Even after my second transmission
Still telling myself I'll be on time
Running out the door at the last minute
Still losing my keys, leaving my boots out in the rain
Ain't thinking most things through
But, girl, when it comes to you
That's a lesson that you can't unlearn
That's a bridge that you can't unburn
That's a curve caught lookin', one strike, you're out
It's a dropped Hail Mary on the last fourth down
It's a "Shoulda known better" showing up too late
It's a "Wish I woulda just done it any other way"
Losing a girl that was second to none
Yeah, that's a mistake that you only gonna make once
When an angel runs out of mercy
And give-a-damn tears to cry
It does a little more than hurt you
Stops your whole world on a dime
That's a back-to-the-wall wakeup call
It's a hell of a point that made it across
That's a lesson that you can't unlearn
That's a bridge that you can't unburn
That's a curve caught lookin', one strike, you're out
It's a dropped Hail Mary on the last fourth down
It's a "Shoulda known better" showing up too late
It's a "Wish I woulda just done it any other way"
Losing a girl that was second to none
Yeah, that's a mistake that you only gonna make once
I made it when you left the drive
I know you might be dead set on goodbye
But I'll be ready just in case you ain't out there still thinking that I'm
Just a lesson that you can't unlearn
Or a bridge that you can't unburn
A curve caught lookin', one strike, you're out
A dropped Hail Mary on the last fourth down
It's a "Shoulda known better" showing up too late
It's a "Wish I woulda just done it any other way"
Losing a girl that was second to none
Yeah, that's a mistake that you only gonna make once
You only gonna make once
Riley Green - Don't Mind If I Do Album Lyrics
Riley Green - Don't Mind If I Do Lyrics
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Change My Mind
If you showed up, I wouldn't let you in
We been down that road before
And I ain't goin' down that road again
So don't bother callin' me tonight
Yeah, girl, I'm really done this time
So change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
And change my mind
Change my mind
And 'bout the time you let your long hair fall
Is about the time I rethink it all
And, girl, the second that you lose that dress
That's the second that I second guess
To tell the truth, I kinda like when you wreck everything
And change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
Change my mind
C'mon and change my mind
Girl, I'm feelin' pretty damn sure tonight
Thinkin' this could be a damn good time
To change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
Change my mind
C'mon and change my mind
We been down that road before
And I ain't goin' down that road again
So don't bother callin' me tonight
Yeah, girl, I'm really done this time
So change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
And change my mind
Change my mind
And 'bout the time you let your long hair fall
Is about the time I rethink it all
And, girl, the second that you lose that dress
That's the second that I second guess
To tell the truth, I kinda like when you wreck everything
And change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
Change my mind
C'mon and change my mind
Girl, I'm feelin' pretty damn sure tonight
Thinkin' this could be a damn good time
To change my mind, show up in a midnight sundress
Burn me up with a whiskey kiss
Look at me with them pretty brown eyes
And tell me lies just to change my mind
You know I'm giving in, so go ahead
Wreck my plans like you wreck my bed
Do it, baby, like you've done a thousand times
Change my mind
C'mon and change my mind
Writer: Randy Ennis Schlappi, Erik Anderson, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Reel Problems
[ Featuring Luke Bryan ]
My boss is on my back, my job's on the line
Little high on the bills, a little low on the dime
The world's gone to hell on the five o'clock news
But out on this lake, we got hard times here too
I got some reel problems like some cold beers to crack
Got a hole in my net and an old-fashioned backlash
Yeah, some reel problems like a big ol' bird's nest
There's ten pounds of bass on my seven-pound test
And I'm hung up on a log on the bottom
Yeah, I got myself some reel problems
Some rod and reel problems
My baby just called me, she says we're through
Said she hates my guts, and her momma does too
Well, I oughta head home now, we could quit all this fighting
But I can't just leave, son, they just started biting
Got me some reel problems like some cold beers to crack
Got a hole in my net and a good old-fashioned backlash
Yeah, some reel problems like a big ol' bird's nest
There's ten pounds of bass on my seven-pound test
And I'm hung up on the log down on the bottom
Yeah, I got myself some reel problems
Oh, we in trouble, boy
And just when I was about to head in
Well, hold on, I just cut the bait
Guess I got myself some reel problems like some cold beers to crack
Got a hole in my net and an old-fashioned backlash
Yeah, some reel problems like a big ol' bird's nest
There's ten pounds of bass on this seven-pound test
And I'm hung up on a log on the bottom
I got myself some reel problems
Some rod and reel problems
Writer: Mark Chandler, Blake Chaffin, Josh Gallagher
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Turnin' Dirt
Granddaddy spent sixty years
Ridin' on that same John Deere
And plowin' this here family ground
'Til the day they both gave out
He said, "Boy, let's take a lap"
I'd climb up on his lap
"Before this here turns into yours, there's some things you need to know about
We turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt"
Well, when my turn came around
And I laid my own roots down
Me and that girl I's crazy 'bout turned into a family
Now when I turn this tractor west
I can smell the long cut on his breath now
Now, I tell his great grandson the same thing he told me
"We turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt"
Turnin' dirt will turn you into a better man
The same dirt that's here on mine was on his hands
So we turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt
Turnin' dirt
Ridin' on that same John Deere
And plowin' this here family ground
'Til the day they both gave out
He said, "Boy, let's take a lap"
I'd climb up on his lap
"Before this here turns into yours, there's some things you need to know about
We turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt"
Well, when my turn came around
And I laid my own roots down
Me and that girl I's crazy 'bout turned into a family
Now when I turn this tractor west
I can smell the long cut on his breath now
Now, I tell his great grandson the same thing he told me
"We turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt"
Turnin' dirt will turn you into a better man
The same dirt that's here on mine was on his hands
So we turn rain into gold, and we turn seeds into somethin'
We turn hard work into cold, hard cash, but that ain't nothin'
He turned water into wine, He makes this world turn on a dime
Yeah, the closest you and I can get to God down here on Earth
Is turnin' dirt
Turnin' dirt
Writer: Ben Williams, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin, Benjamin Lashar Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jesus Saves
There was a man I used to pass
On my way into town
He was covered in dirt like the world had beat him down
I often wondered how he ended up like that
So one day, drivin' home, I pulled over to ask
I said, "Man, where'd it all go wrong?"
He said, "Son, do you really wanna know?"
My daddy left for another woman, moved off to L.A
My mama fought hard against that cancer, she died when I was eight
I finished school, my country shipped me off to war
When I came home, my whole world didn't love me anymore
It's hard to see all that when you're drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
I can't fit that on a sign
I took him to a diner, I bought him a cup of coffee
He asked me if he could bum a couple dollars off me
He told me his story, I told mine
He said, "Thanks 'cause most folks around here would never take the time"
He said, "I lost my job down at the mill when that factory closed
Army stopped sendin' me them checks, the bank took everything I own"
Hitchhiked my way up to Chicago, the nights were too damn cold
I hopped a train, headed West 'cause I had nowhere else to go
It's hard to see all that drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
There ain't no way to fit that on a sign
I probably would've wrote down a little more
If I could've find a bigger piece of cardboard
My brother Walter was my hero
But he was bad to drink
One night, he laid his Harley down
Near that Ohio Riverbank
Me and my ex wife tried for kids when we were datin'
Hell, we even had baby names picked out
But little Walter didn't make it
It's hard to see all that drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
I can't fit all that on a sign
On my way into town
He was covered in dirt like the world had beat him down
I often wondered how he ended up like that
So one day, drivin' home, I pulled over to ask
I said, "Man, where'd it all go wrong?"
He said, "Son, do you really wanna know?"
My daddy left for another woman, moved off to L.A
My mama fought hard against that cancer, she died when I was eight
I finished school, my country shipped me off to war
When I came home, my whole world didn't love me anymore
It's hard to see all that when you're drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
I can't fit that on a sign
I took him to a diner, I bought him a cup of coffee
He asked me if he could bum a couple dollars off me
He told me his story, I told mine
He said, "Thanks 'cause most folks around here would never take the time"
He said, "I lost my job down at the mill when that factory closed
Army stopped sendin' me them checks, the bank took everything I own"
Hitchhiked my way up to Chicago, the nights were too damn cold
I hopped a train, headed West 'cause I had nowhere else to go
It's hard to see all that drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
There ain't no way to fit that on a sign
I probably would've wrote down a little more
If I could've find a bigger piece of cardboard
My brother Walter was my hero
But he was bad to drink
One night, he laid his Harley down
Near that Ohio Riverbank
Me and my ex wife tried for kids when we were datin'
Hell, we even had baby names picked out
But little Walter didn't make it
It's hard to see all that drivin' by
So I just write down, "Jesus Saves"
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
I can't fit all that on a sign
Writer: RILEY GREEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Too Early To Drink
How early's too early to drink?
'Cause it's 8 a.M. And I'm starting to think
I need some of what she poured right down the sink
How early's too early to drink?
How lonely can loneliness feel?
'Cause I've been sliding like some pedal steel
Just driving me crazy here, spinning my wheels
How lonely can loneliness feel?
And how hard can one heart break in two?
How much can one single man lose?
One fell swoop, you said goodbye
And tore out of my drive as fast as my two eyes can blink
So how late is too late to say, "Sorry, I'll change"
And how early is too early to drink?
Where's bottom if bottom ain't here?
Does missing you have a whole 'nother gear?
Will I drown in my foolishness and disappear?
Where's bottom if bottom ain't here?
And how hard can one heart break in two?
And how much can one single man lose?
One fell swoop, you said goodbye
And you tore out of my drive as fast as my two eyes can blink
So how late is too late to say, "Sorry, I'll change"
And how early is too early to drink?
That clock says it's quarter to nine
And I can't get you off of my mind
There's hell to go through and I'm right on the brink
So how early is too early to drink?
'Cause it's 8 a.M. And I'm starting to think
I need some of what she poured right down the sink
How early's too early to drink?
How lonely can loneliness feel?
'Cause I've been sliding like some pedal steel
Just driving me crazy here, spinning my wheels
How lonely can loneliness feel?
And how hard can one heart break in two?
How much can one single man lose?
One fell swoop, you said goodbye
And tore out of my drive as fast as my two eyes can blink
So how late is too late to say, "Sorry, I'll change"
And how early is too early to drink?
Where's bottom if bottom ain't here?
Does missing you have a whole 'nother gear?
Will I drown in my foolishness and disappear?
Where's bottom if bottom ain't here?
And how hard can one heart break in two?
And how much can one single man lose?
One fell swoop, you said goodbye
And you tore out of my drive as fast as my two eyes can blink
So how late is too late to say, "Sorry, I'll change"
And how early is too early to drink?
That clock says it's quarter to nine
And I can't get you off of my mind
There's hell to go through and I'm right on the brink
So how early is too early to drink?
Writer: Bruce Miller, Jason Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Pick A Place
We can catch a Southwest flight down there to Florida
Wade out in that blue water
We can take my old Toyota to Atlanta
Catch the Braves playin' the Marlins
To tell the truth, girl, I don't really care
I'd love the chance to take you anywhere
Just pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up a tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
We can bounce from bar to bar down there on Broadway
And both sing out of tune
We can find a cheap hotel outside of Dallas
And never leave the room
If you think that there's a place and we can make it
I'll go anywhere with you, girl, you name it
Just pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up a tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
Just pick a place
Where tears'll never fall
True love don't run off
If you think there's somewhere that ain't too late
Then pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
All you gotta do is pick a place
I'll pick you up, you pick a place
Wade out in that blue water
We can take my old Toyota to Atlanta
Catch the Braves playin' the Marlins
To tell the truth, girl, I don't really care
I'd love the chance to take you anywhere
Just pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up a tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
We can bounce from bar to bar down there on Broadway
And both sing out of tune
We can find a cheap hotel outside of Dallas
And never leave the room
If you think that there's a place and we can make it
I'll go anywhere with you, girl, you name it
Just pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up a tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
Just pick a place
Where tears'll never fall
True love don't run off
If you think there's somewhere that ain't too late
Then pick a place where hearts don't break, and I'll open up tab
Somewhere we don't know a soul, and we can wash away the past
Somewhere it don't hurt
Girl, just say the word and I'm on my way
All you gotta do is pick a place
All you gotta do is pick a place
I'll pick you up, you pick a place
Writer: ERIK ANDERSON, RILEY GREEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Way Out Here
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Our necks are burnt, the roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The dogs run loose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out here, way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
Well, you can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
We've got a fighting side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly us that end up serving overseas
Hell, if it was up to me I'd love to see this country run
Like it used to be, like it ought to be and just like it's done
Out here, way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
Way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
About John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
Way out here
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Our necks are burnt, the roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The dogs run loose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out here, way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
Well, you can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
We've got a fighting side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly us that end up serving overseas
Hell, if it was up to me I'd love to see this country run
Like it used to be, like it ought to be and just like it's done
Out here, way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
Way out here
We don't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight, brother, we pull our own
If it's our backwoods where you live and you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
'Cause we're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
About John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here
Way out here
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Writer: Casey Beathard, Josh Thompson, David Lee Murphy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Waitin' All Day
These boots can't wait to get kicked off on the front porch
Me and you ain't gonna make it very far past the front door
That record's been waiting on a needle
That whiskey's been waiting on a glass
And I been running out of patience, pedal down
Racing, I need to get to you fast
Hurry on up and slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
I think it's 'bout time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, loving you
These hands, naw, they can't seem to wait to be all over you
And these lips, they been waiting on a taste of a drink or two
I bet the boss'll be waiting in the morning, yeah
'Cause I'll be rolling in late
And the world outside this bedroom is just gonna have to wait
So hurry on up and slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
Think it's 'bout time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, loving you
Loving you
Yeah, I been waiting all day
I been waiting all day
Yeah, so what do you say? What do you say?
Let's hurry on up, slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
I think it's damn time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, yeah
All night long, loving you
Well, I been waiting, I been waiting all day
Been waiting all day
Me and you ain't gonna make it very far past the front door
That record's been waiting on a needle
That whiskey's been waiting on a glass
And I been running out of patience, pedal down
Racing, I need to get to you fast
Hurry on up and slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
I think it's 'bout time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, loving you
These hands, naw, they can't seem to wait to be all over you
And these lips, they been waiting on a taste of a drink or two
I bet the boss'll be waiting in the morning, yeah
'Cause I'll be rolling in late
And the world outside this bedroom is just gonna have to wait
So hurry on up and slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
Think it's 'bout time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, loving you
Loving you
Yeah, I been waiting all day
I been waiting all day
Yeah, so what do you say? What do you say?
Let's hurry on up, slow it on down
Watching that clock, but it's watching us now
Been losing my mind like you're losing that dress
I think it's damn time we do what we do best
'Cause I been waiting all day
To be up all night long, yeah
All night long, loving you
Well, I been waiting, I been waiting all day
Been waiting all day
Writer: Brett Tyler, Kyle Clark, Zach Abend
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Chip Off The Ol' Block
They don't make 'em like they used to
You still breakin' in Red Wing boots
While he's wearin' out DEWALT tools
Country back before it got cool
From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans
I guess a little rubbed off on me
'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Chip off the ol' block
He's the reason that I talk like this
Taught me to never take no lip
Guess the reason I ain't got no quit
He's the gravel where I got my grit
So you can call me an S.O.b.
And that's alright by me
'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
I like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top
Yeah, whether I like it or not, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
You still breakin' in Red Wing boots
While he's wearin' out DEWALT tools
Country back before it got cool
From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans
I guess a little rubbed off on me
'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Chip off the ol' block
He's the reason that I talk like this
Taught me to never take no lip
Guess the reason I ain't got no quit
He's the gravel where I got my grit
So you can call me an S.O.b.
And that's alright by me
'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
I like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the Tide comes out on top
Yeah, whether I like it or not, I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Writer: Jonathan Singleton, Erik Anderson, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Alcohall Of Fame
I'm from way out in the country, I ain't got a lot of money
But I reckon I got everything I'm gonna need
Gas up my ol' Chevy and a cooler full of heavy
Yeah, I guess you could say I like the finer things
And I may never make an honor roll, but I can take you to a honey hole
I can sit here fireside sippin' on somethin' with you all night
And I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
I drink a case of Busch Lighty almost every single Friday
On a crappy catchin' Tracker with a Mercury
I can drink a cold Modelo on a stranger's Winnebago
Watchin' Senior take a lead on a Talladega turn three
I'm a legend in the local bar, I'm shootin' pool and throwin' darts
And I may not get a trophy, but you're gonna get to know me from a-raisin' hell
And I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
In the alcohall of fame
Yeah, some say it's a problem, but it ain't
I'm just tryin' to get my name
In the alcohall of fame
I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
Alcohall of fame
But I reckon I got everything I'm gonna need
Gas up my ol' Chevy and a cooler full of heavy
Yeah, I guess you could say I like the finer things
And I may never make an honor roll, but I can take you to a honey hole
I can sit here fireside sippin' on somethin' with you all night
And I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
I drink a case of Busch Lighty almost every single Friday
On a crappy catchin' Tracker with a Mercury
I can drink a cold Modelo on a stranger's Winnebago
Watchin' Senior take a lead on a Talladega turn three
I'm a legend in the local bar, I'm shootin' pool and throwin' darts
And I may not get a trophy, but you're gonna get to know me from a-raisin' hell
And I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
In the alcohall of fame
Yeah, some say it's a problem, but it ain't
I'm just tryin' to get my name
In the alcohall of fame
I'm a member of the alcohall of fame
Whether whiskey, wine, beer, rain or shine, it don't matter what I drink
When I'm recognized, ol' Hank can write that speech I've gotta make
Under neon lights till closin' time
I'll have a place in the alcohall of fame
Alcohall of fame
Writer: Drake White, Kelli Johnson, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rather Be
I'd rather be seven beers deep
With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet
My ass in a lawn char, floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker
I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind
Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line
Waitin' on them greenheads to do a fly by, lip full of tobacco
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo
Workin' like a dog, livin' in a single-wide
Yes, I would
I'd rather be stuck at your mama's
Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas
Wearin' my pajamas, neck deep in Days of Our Lives
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
Yeah, all the places I'd rather be
Oh, let me hear it
How I leave my clothes on the floor
Track dirt through the door
And don't bother cleanin' up
Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
There's a lot of places I'd rather be
With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet
My ass in a lawn char, floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker
I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind
Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line
Waitin' on them greenheads to do a fly by, lip full of tobacco
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo
Workin' like a dog, livin' in a single-wide
Yes, I would
I'd rather be stuck at your mama's
Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas
Wearin' my pajamas, neck deep in Days of Our Lives
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
Yeah, all the places I'd rather be
Oh, let me hear it
How I leave my clothes on the floor
Track dirt through the door
And don't bother cleanin' up
Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
There's a lot of places I'd rather be
Writer: Randy Montana, Dan Isbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Good Morning From Mexico
We had it all planned out, that honeymoon trip
We was gonna head South of the border soon as we got hitched
Girl, I guess you had a change of heart
My whole world began to fall apart
And now you're wonderin' where I've been
And you just called checkin' in
Well, good mornin' from Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
And I've been livin' off of coconut and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
Well, they must put somethin' in the water down here
Makes all your troubles just seem to disappear
I heard folks say the sun is good for the soul
Well, this white sand sure beats the hell out of snow
So don't expect me home anytime soon
I threw my passport in the pool
Good mornin' from Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
And I've been livin' off of coconut and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
I appreciate you callin'
But girl, before I let you go
Let me tell you in Español
Buenos dias desde Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
I've been drinkin' straight tequilas and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
It's a good mornin' in Mexico
That's funky right there, man
We was gonna head South of the border soon as we got hitched
Girl, I guess you had a change of heart
My whole world began to fall apart
And now you're wonderin' where I've been
And you just called checkin' in
Well, good mornin' from Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
And I've been livin' off of coconut and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
Well, they must put somethin' in the water down here
Makes all your troubles just seem to disappear
I heard folks say the sun is good for the soul
Well, this white sand sure beats the hell out of snow
So don't expect me home anytime soon
I threw my passport in the pool
Good mornin' from Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
And I've been livin' off of coconut and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
I appreciate you callin'
But girl, before I let you go
Let me tell you in Español
Buenos dias desde Mexico
I found a little señorita, and she don't wanna let me go
We got us a bungalow
I've been drinkin' straight tequilas and Modelo
Thought I never would recover, find another lover
Hell, I guess you'll never know
So good mornin' from Mexico
It's a good mornin' in Mexico
That's funky right there, man
Writer: RILEY GREEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Torn
She's got me wound tighter than a barbed-wire fence line
Strung out, stayin' up till the sunrise
Flyin' higher than a 747 in the jet stream
Heart wrecked like a Daytona backstretch
Strung up like a shirt in a briar patch
Twisted, ripped like I can't believe
That girl's got me
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
It all started two-steppin' at the Blue Light
Red lips and a flame there in her eyes
Cut through me like a thousand acre wildfire
And ever since that night I've been
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Yeah, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Yeah, she's got me
Strung out, stayin' up till the sunrise
Flyin' higher than a 747 in the jet stream
Heart wrecked like a Daytona backstretch
Strung up like a shirt in a briar patch
Twisted, ripped like I can't believe
That girl's got me
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
It all started two-steppin' at the Blue Light
Red lips and a flame there in her eyes
Cut through me like a thousand acre wildfire
And ever since that night I've been
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Torn like her favorite pair of blue jeans
Torn up six ways to Sunday
Lord help me, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Yeah, she's got me
Torn 'tween livin' young and paintin' the town
And white-picket fence post settlin' down
Stuck between wild and free and a rock on a ring
She's got me torn
Yeah, she's got me
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Damn Good Day To Leave
Girl, I always pictured it'd be pourin' down rain
With old Hank singin' some song about trains
And midnight taillights tearing down a highway
Or some other heartbroke cliché
But there's nothin' but blue skies as far as I can see
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Well, how in the hell can I watch the big game
Without me having you here to complain?
And how am I gonna do anything now
Without you here telling me how?
Guess it could be worse, hell, it's seventy-five degrees
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
No doubt
A damn good day to leave
I guess I'll miss the Bachelorette
Well, what a shame
But Channel 8's about to marathon John Wayne
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Yeah, it was a mighty fine day to leave
With old Hank singin' some song about trains
And midnight taillights tearing down a highway
Or some other heartbroke cliché
But there's nothin' but blue skies as far as I can see
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Well, how in the hell can I watch the big game
Without me having you here to complain?
And how am I gonna do anything now
Without you here telling me how?
Guess it could be worse, hell, it's seventy-five degrees
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
No doubt
A damn good day to leave
I guess I'll miss the Bachelorette
Well, what a shame
But Channel 8's about to marathon John Wayne
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Yeah, it was a mighty fine day to leave
Writer: Erik Dylan, Jonathan David Singleton, Nick Walsh, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Looking Back On This
I just took a left on Main right by the Church of Christ
Nervous boy with a racin' heart, now I'm pullin' in your drive
You're walkin' out in your favorite dress
I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Nothin' to do, nowhere to be, and everywhere to go
Crossin' over Mill Creek Bridge, takin' every mile slow
Chasin' more than a red sunset
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
You just took my phone and played "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Sayin' that you wanna dance, girl, I know where to go
There's an open field where the river bends
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Looking back on the sparks that are already flyin'
Back on this feelin' 'cause, baby, I'm dyin'
To get there and get to lovin' on you
Is all I wanna do
So I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Looking back on this
Nervous boy with a racin' heart, now I'm pullin' in your drive
You're walkin' out in your favorite dress
I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Nothin' to do, nowhere to be, and everywhere to go
Crossin' over Mill Creek Bridge, takin' every mile slow
Chasin' more than a red sunset
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
You just took my phone and played "Old Time Rock & Roll"
Sayin' that you wanna dance, girl, I know where to go
There's an open field where the river bends
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Looking back on the sparks that are already flyin'
Back on this feelin' 'cause, baby, I'm dyin'
To get there and get to lovin' on you
Is all I wanna do
So I'm looking through the windshield at the white lines
Tryin' to keep it on the road
I'm starin' at your long hair, your green eyes, slidin' over to me close
You're looking at me like you wanna lean in for a kiss
It's looking like we're 'bout to make a memory that we won't forget
And I'm looking forward to looking back on this
Looking back on this
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Don't Mind If I Do
[ Featuring Ella Langley ]
I've been doin' better, I hardly ever think of you, lately
It ain't all sunshine
When you cross my mind, I start missin' you like crazy
I try to numb the pain, but there ain't no damn way
I end up in that place and I'm just one whiskey away
And I don't mind if I do
Drink up the nerve to show up at your house
If you wanna know the truth, it's killin' me not holdin' you right now
I'm one memory away from fallin' all the way apart
'Cause I might still love you
Hope you don't mind if I do
I almost quit drinkin'
For a while, I quit thinkin' about you
I got a little sleep
And some nights I can't control it
Sometimes I give in because not havin' you is hard on me
But when I give into that vice and pour another over ice
Well, girl, I know that's when I start missin' you again
And I don't mind if I do
Drink up the nerve and show up at your house
If you wanna know the truth, it's killin' me not holdin' you right now
I'm one memory away from fallin' all the way apart
'Cause I might still love you
And I hope you don't mind if I do
Need you to pick me up when I'm covered in that goodbye dust
You're the only thing to get me through
Well, I don't mind if you do
Drink a little too much and show up at my house
Be nice to hear the truth
Is it killin' you not holdin' me right now?
If fallin' into me is the only thing you think is gonna get you through
Then I don't mind if you do
I don't mind
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Worst Way
Tonight I ain't bringin' no wine
Tonight I ain't bringin' no roses
Talkin' would take too much time
I think I just better show you
Just turn the lights down
Let's get right down to it
Soon as I walk in the door
I don't wanna be out of line
But girl, I can't wait anymore
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
Of whiskey to be off your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
Baby, that don't mean that I
Don't love to go wine and dine you
That ain't on the menu tonight
'Cause I think I need to remind you
That your skin on my skin
Feels just like heaven to me
You look like an angel tonight
But you might wanna slip off those wings
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
Of whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
To be whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
The worst way
Tonight I ain't bringin' no roses
Talkin' would take too much time
I think I just better show you
Just turn the lights down
Let's get right down to it
Soon as I walk in the door
I don't wanna be out of line
But girl, I can't wait anymore
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
Of whiskey to be off your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
Baby, that don't mean that I
Don't love to go wine and dine you
That ain't on the menu tonight
'Cause I think I need to remind you
That your skin on my skin
Feels just like heaven to me
You look like an angel tonight
But you might wanna slip off those wings
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
Of whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
My hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste
To be whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way
The worst way
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The singer-songwriter's third studio album, produced by Dann Huff, Don't Mind If I Do arrived on his birthday, October 18 with more of the signature Riley Green fans have come to know and love from the good ol' boy who still lives in his hometown of Jacksonville, AL.
Currently on an incredible hot streak, Green's well-earned confidence in his work shines through across the 18-track set with five of the tracks being solely written including standouts "Jesus Saves,” "Worst Way” and the title track—which finds Green reuniting with his "you look like you love me” duet partner and recent tourmate Ella Langley.
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Riley GreenCurrently on an incredible hot streak, Green's well-earned confidence in his work shines through across the 18-track set with five of the tracks being solely written including standouts "Jesus Saves,” "Worst Way” and the title track—which finds Green reuniting with his "you look like you love me” duet partner and recent tourmate Ella Langley.
-rileygreenmusic.com
Genre(s): Country
Released: October 18th, 2024
Year: 2024