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
Riley Green - Way Out Here Album Lyrics
Riley Green - Way Out Here Lyrics
Writer: 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
Atlantic City
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
They blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk, they're ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bustin' in from out of state
And the DA Can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambler commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Looking for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
But I'm tired of getting caught out on a losing end
I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the central trust
And bought us two tickets on a coach city bus
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
They blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk, they're ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bustin' in from out of state
And the DA Can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gambler commissioner's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on and fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Looking for a job, but it's hard to find
There's winners and there's losers and I'm south of the line
But I'm tired of getting caught out on a losing end
I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debt that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the central trust
And bought us two tickets on a coach city bus
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
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.
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.
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.
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
