Sam Hunt - SOUTHSIDE Lyrics
2016
I'd put the whiskey back in the bottle
Put the smoke back in the joint
Look up at the sky and say
Okay, okay, okay, think you made your point
I'd cover up the pool at Skymont
I'd take some girls out of my phone
Give the nightlife back to Nashville
One night at a time 'til all the regret's gone
And I'd drive a thousand miles to your house
Walk in like I walked out
Put the tears back in your eyes
'Cause all my lies could still come true
I'd tell you everything was alright
And hold you, baby, all night
When your heart was all patched up
And our love was good as new
I'd take 2016
And give it back to you
I thought I wanted my freedom
I told myself I'd have a ball
But it turns out goin' out and chasin'
Dreams and lonely women ain't freedom after all
If I could go back now
And take it back somehow
I'd drive a thousand miles to your house
Walk in like I walked out
Put the tears back in your eyes
'Cause all my lies could still come true
I'd tell you everything was alright
I'd hold you, baby, all night
When your heart was all fixed up
And our love was good as new
I'd take 2016
And give it back to you
If I could wrangle all my sins
Take 'em back and make amends
And do it all over again
I'd take the wrongs and make 'em right
All the lonesome lonely nights
Pack 'em up and haul 'em all back home to you
And I'd drive a thousand miles to your house
Walk in like I walked out
Put the tears back in your eyes
'Cause all my lies could still come true
I'd tell you everything was alright
I'd hold you, baby, all night
When your heart was all patched up
And our love was good as new
I'd take 2016
And all the lonely nights in between
And give 'em back to you
Give it all back to you
Writer: Josh Thompson, Miller Zachery Crowell, Sam Lawry Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Hard to Forget
There stands the glass
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today
There stands the glass
That-that will ease all my pain
That-that will settle my brain
It's-it's my first one today
Hey
I saw your sister at work
I saw your mama at church
I'm pretty sure I saw your car at the mall
I see your face in the clouds
I smell your perfume in crowds
I swear your number's all my phone wants to call
It's kinda funny how I can't seem to get away from you
It's almost like you don't want me to
You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth
I got a bottle of whiskey but I got no proof
That you showed up tonight in that dress
Just to mess with my head
So much for so long, out of sight, out of mind
Girl you're lookin' so good, it's drivin' me out of mine
Oh, you're breakin' my heart
Baby, you're playin' hard to forget
Told me to leave all your things
Out on the porch on the swing
You'd come and grab 'em by the end of the week
Well, it's just some jeans and a shirt
But it's a whole lot of hurt
I think I know why you've been draggin' your feet
Ain't it funny how I can't seem to get away from you
It's almost like you don't want me to
You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth
I got a bottle of whiskey but I got no proof
That you showed up tonight in that dress
Just to mess with my head
So much for so long, out of sight, out of mind
Girl you're lookin' so good, it's drivin' me out of mine
Oh, you're breakin' my heart
Baby, you're playin' hard to forget
There stands the glass
That-that will ease all my pain
That-that will settle my brain
It's-it's my first one today
You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth
I got a bottle of whiskey but I got no proof
That you showed up tonight in that dress
Just to mess with my head
So much for so long, out of sight, out of mind
Girl you're lookin' so good, it's drivin' me out of mine
Oh, you're breakin' my heart
Baby, you're playin' hard to forget
Oh honey, I'm fallin' apart
You're playin' hard to forget
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Audrey Grisham, Josh Osborne, Luke Laird, Mary Jean Shurtz, Russ Hull, Sam Hunt, Shane McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Kinfolks
I saw you going by, I had to say hello
I saw you going by, I had to say hello
I don't mean to pry, but girl, I gotta know
What is your name?
How come I ain't seen you around before? Tell me
Now you know I ain't ever had a type, having a type takes two
But I know what I like, and you're the only one of you
You're something else (damn)
And I know we just met, but
I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks, to my old friends
To the house in the pines where the road ends
Take you to my hometown, where I grew up
Where I thought I knew it all before I knew what love was
Gave up on it, but honey, you got my hopes up
And I'm thinking that I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks
(I wanna take you home)
I wanna take you home, not just take you home tonight
Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light
I wanna see the way you look up under all those stars, yeah
You don't need to talk, word's gonna get around
They'll tell you how they thought I'd never settle down
Out on the porch, ain't it funny the way things change?
I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks, to my old friends
To the house in the pines where the road ends
Take you to my hometown, where I grew up
Where I thought I knew it all before I knew what love was
Gave up on it, but honey, you got my hopes up
And I'm thinking that I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks
I want you tonight
I don't ever wanna be without
I don't wanna wait around for the right time
I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks, to my old friends
To the house in the pines where the road ends
Take you to my hometown, where I grew up
Where I thought I knew it all before I knew what love was
Gave up on it, but honey, you got my hopes up
And I'm thinking that I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks
(And I'm thinking that I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks)
Writer: Jerry Flowers, Josh Osborne, Sam Hunt, Zach Crowell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Young Once
She said, "We're only young once"
The back of a Chevrolet
"Hey Now", on the radio
Ashes in the tray
You can only get drunk once
On this kind of naivety
Who knows how long we're always gonna feel this way?
Time goes by
And it'll dull the razor
And we don't know why
Let's worry 'bout that later
'Cause if we never do nothin' else stupid
If we never do nothin' else stupid
At least we know someday
That we can look back and say
We were young once
We were young once
We were gung-ho, singing in the sun once
Backroads in the wild, on the run once
Cheap thrills, doing things in the wheat fields
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young once
She said, "Let's get a cheap hotel
And make out in the hall
I'll cover up your mouth
And play it cool if my parents call"
Let's get lost tonight
Before the world's too small
Someday we're gonna know too much to know it all
Time goes by
And it'll dull the razor
And we don't know why
Let's worry 'bout that later
'Cause if we never do nothin' else stupid
If we never do nothin' else stupid
At least we know someday
We can look back and say
We were young once
We were young once
We were gung-ho, singing in the sun once
Backroads in the wild on the run once
Cheap thrills, doing things in the wheat fields
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young once
We were young once
We were young once
We were gung-ho, singing in the sun once
Backroads in the wild on the run once
Cheap thrills, doing things in the wheat fields
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were gung-ho, singing in the sun once
Backroads in the wild, on the run once
Cheap thrills, doing things in the wheat fields
We were young, we were young, we were young once
We were young, we were young, we were young once
Writer: Josh Osborne, Matt Jenkins, Miller Zachery Crowell, Sam Lawry Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Body Like a Back Road
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it took me like six weeks
Now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats
Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
I know every curve like the back of my hand
Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry
I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can
The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don't need no belt
But I can turn 'em inside out, I don't need no help
Got hips like honey, so thick and so sweet, man
It ain't no curves like hers on them downtown streets
Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
I know every curve like the back of my hand
Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry
I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can
We're out here in the boondocks with the breeze and the birds
Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers
On a highway to heaven, headed south of her smile, mm
Get there when we get there, every inch is a mile
Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
I know every curve like the back of my hand
Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry
I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can
I'ma take it slow
Just as fast as I can
Got braids in her hair
Writer: Sam Lawry Hunt, Zachery Miller Crowell, Shane L. McAnally, Josh Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
That Aint Beautiful
You can cake on all that makeup
And steal your roommate's dress
Take pictures of your good side
In the bathroom at the bar
Call your friend a slut
For leavin' the party early
With a guy who never looked at you
And you can split an Adderall
With a stranger in the bathroom stall
Send a misspelled text to an ex
Who put his fist through your bedroom wall
'Cause being treated like shit
Is really comfortable to you
Know what I'm sayin'?
That ain't beautiful
No, that ain't you
You can do better
Oh, you can do better, better
You can fly to Turks and Caicos
In the seats you can't afford
'Cause some girl you met six months ago
Asked you to be in her wedding
Get pissed at your plus one
Even though he's just a friend
For looking up the girl from LSU on Instagram
With the drunk bridesmaids diving for the bouquet
Spilling Cabernet on the dance floor
And you're in the back with your arms crossed
Bein' a bad sport
And you wake up in the morning in the wrong room
You can't find your passport
And you call your mama cryin' on the bathroom floor
But that ain't beautiful
No, that ain't you
You can do better
Oh, you can do better, better
Yeah, that ain't beautiful
No, that ain't you
You can do better
Ah, you can do better, better
Writer: Miller Zachery Crowell, Sam Lawry Hunt, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Let It Down
I know it's gon' hurt, yeah, I ain't gon' lie
Truth is I'm liable to cry
One foot in, one out the door
Ain't no use goin' back and forth
But if you gotta do what you gotta do
Just make sure you've thought it through
'Cause I'ma be all heartbroke down and out
If you leave me girl, don't leave me now
Come on baby, let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
Show me a little mercy
'Fore you break this heart of mine
Let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
If you give me 'til tomorrow
I'll be fine
Oh, I know your mind's made up, you're good as gone
Hold your horses, hold the phone
I'ma need a quick second to breathe
'Fore you pack your bags, just up and leave
So give me your word you ain't gon' go
Before the sunrise and the rooster crows
I know it's too late, can't make it right
What's it gonna hurt, just one more night?
Come on baby, let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
Show me a little mercy
'Fore you break this heart of mine
Let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
If you give me 'til tomorrow
I'll be fine, hey
I'll be fine
Come on baby
It can't be that bad
Don't you do me like this
Looking like that
Aw, what's one more night?
You got your whole life
To leave me high and dry
Come on now
Come on baby, let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
Show me a little mercy
'Fore you break this heart of mine
Let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
If you give me 'til tomorrow
I'll be fine
Let it down, let it down
Let it down on down the line
(Show me a little mercy)
('Fore you break this heart of mine)
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
(If you give me 'til tomorrow)
Oh, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Writer: Chris LaCorte, Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Osborne, Miller Zachery Crowell, Sam Lawry Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Downtowns Dead
The city's so in style
All you see for miles are people spilling in and out of cars
Man, I love these bars are making a killin'
Everywhere I go looks like the place to be
I see people that I know and I feel like there's no one here but me
Downtown's dead without you
Girls walk by and friends say "hi"
Then Friday night it might as well be just another
Tuesday night without you
As long as you're still in my head
There ain't no way that I can paint a ghost town red
Downtown's dead, downtown's dead
They're dancing in the strobes
Out here in the throws of loud house music
Everything's a blur
I don't hear the words, but lips are moving
Try to get involved, but I've 'bout had enough of people wall to the wall
And I'm just holdin' it up 'cause...
Downtown's dead without you
Girls walk by and friends say "hi"
Then Friday night it might as well be just another
Tuesday night without you
As long as you're still in my head
There ain't no way that I can paint a ghost town red
Downtown's dead, downtown's dead
Free drinks, bright lights
What am I doing with my life?
Okay, I quit... I've had enough of this
'Cause people are losing their minds
Can't get you out of my head
I'm calling it a night
I'm crawling back to your bed...
Downtown's dead without you
Girls walk by and friends say "hi"
Then Friday night it might as well be just another
Tuesday night without you
As long as you're still in my head
There ain't no way that I can paint a ghost town red
Downtown's dead, downtown's dead
Downtown's dead
Downtown's dead
Writer: Josh Osborne, Sam Hunt, Shane L McAnally, Zach Crowell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nothing Lasts Forever
Yeah
Say I'm just a youthful face
Somethin' to do on saturdays
Say it's the best you ever had or say it's bad
Say it's somethin', just don't say it's nothin'
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nothin' lasts forever
Say I'm someone that you wish you never met
Your best mistake, your worst regret
Say everything, say anything but nothin'
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nothin' lasts forever
Tell me that you fixed your hair
And overthink the clothes you wear
In case you see me out somewhere
Or listen to my old voicemails and hate yourself
For still feeling somethin', when we're nothin'
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nothin' lasts forever
So say I'm someone that you wish you never met
Your best mistake, your worst regret
Say everything, say anything but nothin'
(Nothin' lasts forever)
Tell me you feel guilty
Tell me you feel childish
Tell me you feel sorry for me
Tell me you feel stupid
Tell me you feel lonely
Tell me you feel somethin' for me
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
(Nothin' lasts forever)
So say I'm someone that you wish you never met
Your best mistake, your worst regret
Say everything, say anything but nothin'
'Cause nothin' lasts forever, oh
Yeah nothin' lasts forever, oh
Nothin' lasts (forever)
(Nothin' lasts forever)
Writer: Joshua Osborne, Miller Zachery Crowell, Sam Lawry Hunt, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sinning with You
Raised in the first pew
Praises for Yeshua
Case of a small town repression
Your body was baptized
So disenfranchised
I was your favorite confession
My past was checkered
Your spotless record
Was probably in jeopardy
Your place or my place
His grace and your grace
Felt like the same thing to me
I never felt like I was sinning with you
Always felt like I could talk to God in the morning
I knew that I would end up with you
Always felt like I could talk to God in the morning
If it's so wrong why did it feel so right?
If it's so wrong why'd it never feel like
Sinning with you?
Sinning with you
I felt closer to the stars with you
I felt forgiveness in my heart with you
Saw the light in the dark with you
Felt like I could fly
Take me down where the river is
Pull me under in your innocence
I wasn't in it for the hell of it
I guess that's why
I never felt like I was sinning with you
Always felt like I could talk to God in the morning
I knew that I would end up with you
Always felt like I could talk to God in the morning
If it's so wrong why did it feel so right?
If it's so wrong why'd it never feel like
Sinning with you?
Sinning with you
I hate it when I can't feel the Holy Spirit
I know what it feels like crossing the line
But I never felt shame, never felt sorry
Never felt guilty touching your body
As long as you're for me
As long as I'm for you
Who could be against us, baby?
If it's so wrong why did it feel so right?
If it's so wrong why'd it never feel like
Sinning with you?
Sinning with you
Writer: Emily Lynn Weisband, Josh Osborne, Paul Charles Digiovanni, Sam Lawry Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Breaking Up Was Easy in the 90s
Yeah, man, oh man, oh man
(Oh)
Bartender looked at me like, "Pony up man, we're closin' down"
I paid the tab and I turned around
Got on that phone on the way home
Ended up down the rabbit hole again
Funny how you haven't changed a bit but you're twice as pretty
Glad you finally got to see New York City
And I know it's not a race
But it looks like you're gettin' over me faster than I'm gettin' over you
But hey, what you gon' do?
I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone
Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone
Try to let you go but somethin' always reminds me
I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s
I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free
Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see
Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s
Back then, I could've convinced myself that maybe you called when I was out
And you didn't know what to say, so you didn't leave a message
And that you're probably at home right now, sound asleep
'Cause goin' out isn't really your thing
And I wouldn't have a clue what you've been up to lately
Or who you've been up to it with
But when I don't miss your calls, I miss you callin'
And I go 'round and 'round again
I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone
Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone
Try to let you go but somethin' always reminds me
I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s
I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free
Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see
Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s
Modern love leads to modern hearts breakin'
I'm just a product of my generation
And I 'bout had enough watchin' you gettin' on with your life
Baby, I'm sick of sittin' at the house, dyin' on my phone
Wishin' I was somewhere I can be alone
I try to let you go but somethin' always reminds me
(I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s)
I'm tired of gettin' drunk, tired of bein' free
Tired of seein' pictures I don't wanna see
Girl, you're everywhere, everywhere but behind me
I bet breakin' up was easy in the '90s
(Hearts breakin')
(I'm a product of my)
(I'm just a product of my generation)
(Ooh, and I)
(My baby, my baby)
Writer: Chris Lacorte, Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Osborne, Sam Lawry Hunt, Zach Crowell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Drinkin Too Much
Pour a drink and take a sip of it
Feelin' like a hypocrite
Couple more and I don't give a shit
I never used to talk, I never used to talk like this
I'm sorry I named the album 'Montevallo'
And I'm sorry people know your name now
And strangers hit you up on social media
I'm sorry you can't listen to the radio
And drive out to the place we used to get peaches down in Pelham
I know you want your privacy
And you've got nothing to say to me
But I wish you'd let me pay off your student loans
With these songs you gave to me
'Member the first time you stayed with me?
Overpacked, and drove up, and went to the CMA's with me
Two years later, it felt like you were a million miles away from me
And I was the one on stage, drunk
Barely holdin' on, on ABC
Hope your dad still prays for me
Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much
Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough
I'm on top of the world, I'm going down
I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around
Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much
Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough
I'm on top of the world, I'm going down
I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around
A year ago I was in a hotel room in Phoenix
Wonderin' if it's ever OK to lie
Cause I knew the truth would make you wanna die
But I told you everything, and you told me to have a good life
But you still couldn't believe it was really goodbye
Every night you'd fill the bathtub up
Lie there for hours, put your face underwater and cry
I never wanted to be a heartbreaker
Turn your sisters and their friends into matchmakers
I know you think my dreams came true
Since you been gone
Singin' these songs is just something to do
The only dream I ever had was you
I hope you know I'm still in love
It's the kind that you can't fall out of
Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much
Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough
I'm on top of the world, I'm going down
I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around
Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much
Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough
I'm on top of the world, I'm going down
I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around
I know this might seem like a contradiction
And the last thing you need is more unwanted attention
But you changed your number, and moved
And this is the only way I could reach you
So wherever you are, turn it up and listen
Hannah Lee, I'm on my way to you
Nobody can love you like I do
I don't know what I'm gonna say to you
But I know there ain't no way, I know there ain't no way
No there ain't no way we're through
Writer: Shane Mcanally, Zach Crowell, Stuart Hine, Sam Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP