William Michael Morgan - Vinyl Lyrics
People Like Me
People like me, never went to college
Except the parties I was playin' for the Sigma Kappa ladies on Friday nights
I spent a lot of weekends, with some future doctors' girlfriends
And I've learned there's people who don't like, people like me
People like me, we don't get the big promotions
Naw, 'cause we seem to lack the gene
That puts the filter in between,ur brain and mouth
Oh, we don't smile and say yes, when everybody else knows it's B.S
And I've learned there's people who don't like, people like me
People like me, livin' hard, lovin' fast
Check to check, milk and gas
In the truck, head to town
A little luck, lost and found
Time to waste at Sammy's place
We all say, hey, come on in and grab a seat
Well it sure feels good to be
With people like me
People like me, we've been told we need to grow up
Well they say there's more to life than cars
Pretty women and guitars, and I just say "Like what?"
Well I love God and country, I do what they ask of me
But I've learned there's people who don't like, people like me
People like me, livin' hard, lovin' fast
Check to check, milk and gas
In the truck, head to town
A little luck, lost and found
Time to waste at Sammy's place
We all say, hey, come on in and grab a seat
Well it sure feels good to be
With people like me
People like me, crankin' up, kickin' back
Dirty joke made me laugh
Buyin' suds for my friends
All the girls that just walked in
Jukebox plays, what's your name
We all say, hey, come on in and grab a seat
Well it sure feels good to be, oh yeah
With people like me
People like me, livin' hard, lovin' fast
Check to check, milk and gas
Crankin' up, kickin' back
Dirty joke made me laugh
In the truck, head to town
A little luck, lost and found
Jukebox plays, what's your name
We all say, hey
Writer: KELLEY LOVELACE, LEE MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Vinyl
If our love was a song girl
I'd play it all night long girl
I tell you what I'd put it on girl
I'd put it on vinyl
A little rock, a little Motown
You got that baby pull me close sound
You make the whole room go round and round like vinyl
What we got is a little old fashioned
Baby you're an instant classic
They don't make 'em no more like you
So let the needle drop and play it all night
Might have a little static but it's all right
Ain't nothin gonna stop this groove
You know you got the real thing
The whole world outta know your name
Like a band in the hall of fame
On vinyl
I wanna let your hair fall girl
Oh you're beautiful you got it all girl
I'd hang the cover on the wall girl
Just like vinyl
What we got is a little old fashioned
Baby you're an instant classic
They don't make 'em no more like you
So let the needle drop and play it all night
Might have a little static but it's all right
Ain't nothin gonna stop this groove no
Let the needle drop and play it all night
Might have a little static but it's all right
Ain't nothin gonna stop our groove no
If our love was a song girl
I'd play it all night long girl
I tell you what I'd put it on girl
I'd put it on vinyl
When you say my name it's the sweetest sound
Aw girl you got me spinnin round and round like vinyl
Like vinyl
Ain't nothin gonna stop this groove
No they don't make 'em no more like you
Like vinyl
Writer: Ashley Gorley, Wade Kirby, Carson Chamberlain
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Missing
I bet my friends are wondering
Where I am or if I'm still alive
They're worried over nothing they should know I'm perfectly fine
It's just a mood I get in now and then
When I need to get my head clear
I turn off my phone get lost get gone and flat out disappear
Well there ain't no telling where I'm bound
The big city or the country a little beach town
But you wont find me 'cause I can't be found
I'm on a mission, to be missing
I'll be back some day I just don't know when
Till then I'll be a feather floating, in the wind
So don't cha go missing me
'Cause sometimes missing is my favorite place to be
I bet the grass is three feet high
And the mailbox is full of bills
Hundred messages I need to check and when I get the chance I will
But right now I'm busy taking it easy
Can't worry bout stuff like that
My only concern is a left or a right turn somewhere on a map
Well there ain't no telling where I'm bound
The big city or the country a little beach town
But you won't find me 'cause I can't be found
I'm on a mission, to be missing
I'll be back some day I just don't know when
Till then I'll be a feather floatin', in the wind
So don't cha go missing me
'Cause sometimes missing is my favorite place to be
I love those locations where nobody knows my name
How long I'll be stayin' is always subject to change
Well there ain't no telling where I'm bound
The big city or the country a little beach town
But you won't find me 'cause I can't be found
I'm on a mission, to be missing
I'll be back some day I just don't know when
Till then I'll be a feather floatin', in the wind
So don't cha go missing me
'Cause sometimes missing is my favorite place to be
Writer: ANDREW M. DORFF, MARK IRWIN, JOSH KEAR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment
I Met A Girl
She don't laugh at everything
But when she does
The planets swing around her
She don't step on sidewalk seams
Teenage boyfriends all still dream about her
She don't need the glitter of the Vegas lights
She could blow a kiss
And leave you spinning like a Tilt-A-Whirl
I met a girl
She made me smile
She made me wait
She crossed the street
She crossed my heart
She fixed her dress
She bit her lip
She let me up
I met a girl
With crazy shoes
And baby blues
The way she moves
Is changing my whole world
I met a girl
The sunshine waits for her to wake up
She's a ponytail, no makeup Saturday
Cause she don't need umbrellas in the summer rain
She could catch the eye of a hurricane
In blue jean pearls
I met a girl
She made me smile
She made me wait
She crossed the street
She crossed my heart
She fixed her dress
She bit her lip
She let me up
I met a girl
With crazy shoes
And baby blues
The way she moves
Is changing my whole world
She turned around and it felt like
The world turned upside down
And the only thing that I could say was hey
And I'm so glad she didn't walk away
She dances like nobody sees her
Can't believe I get to be here in her world
I met a girl
She made me smile
She made me wait
She crossed the street
She crossed my heart
She fixed her dress
She bit her lip
She let me up
I met a girl
With crazy shoes
And baby blues
The way she moves
Is changing my whole world
I met a girl
I met a girl
Writer: SAM LAWRY HUNT, SHANE L. MCANALLY, TREVOR JOSEPH ROSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC
Spend It All on You
This world's gone crazy
Runnin' ragged in a rat race
And I've been thinkin' lately
We could use a little getaway
A day or two alone, oh, it's been too long
Are you feelin' it too
I've been savin' up my time, every minute I can find
To spend it all on you
We could hop a plane to Denver
Watch a snow fall on the trees
Well there's tequila in a blender
Waitin' somewhere in the Keys
Or we could just go home, we'll turn off the phone
Baby, tell me what you wanna do
I've been savin' up my time, every minute I can find
To spend it all on you
Every minute, every hour
Every day, every night
I wanna spend it all on you
For the rest of my life
Baby, let's go home, we'll turn off the phone
And you can tell me what you wanna do
I've been savin' up my time, every minute I can find
To spend it all on you
I'm savin' up my time, every minute I can find
To spend it all on you
Mmm, spend it all on you
Writer: Jimmy Ritchey, Gregory Curtis Bates, Jon Mabe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Beer Drinker
If you like that car you're ridin' in
Yeah, the Chevrolet or the Mercedes-Benz
If the road is paved you're drivin' on
That leads you to the house you call your home
If there's wires in the wall and there's paint on the porch
You got a whole lot to be thankful for
Thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and then twist one off
Thank a beer drinker
And if you like that steak you're bitin' into
Or if your hot tub's hot, if your A/C's cool
If your roof don't leak and your fridge is filled
With stuff shipped in on eighteen wheels
When you push that button, when you flip that switch
If it all comes on without a hitch
Thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and then twist one off
Thank a beer drinker
Yeah, I'll stop here 'cause the list is long
Just one last thing if you like this song
Thank a beer drinker
Oh, I'm a beer drinker, are you a beer drinker
Oh, thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and give us all we got
Thank a beer drinker
Oh, I'm a beer drinker, are you a beer drinker
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Know Who He Is
Please Doc put away your chart
You can save your heart to heart
I've got some memories and a deck of cards
That could use some shuffling through
Looks like hes still wide awake
Looks like he still wont take
Those pills you put there yesterday
Huh, Just stubborn as a mule
I don't want to hear "He's going downhill"
What about "Thank god he's around still"?
Looking right through me is not at all the way I see him
I don't mind at all remembering for him
He doesn't have to get why I adore him
He don't have to know me I know who he is
My Dad, my coach, my friend
The voice behind "Boy where the hell you been"
The lover of my mamma through thick and thin
The best man I've ever known
All time quarterback when us kids were in a bind
Cheek full of Red Man in a duck blind
And no offense Doc
But if you don't mind I'd like some time alone
I don't want to hear "He's going downhill"
What about "Thank god he's around still"?
Looking right through me is not at all the way I see him
I don't mind at all remembering for him
He doesn't have to get why I adore him
He don't have to know me I know who he is
Full of pride, baby boy on his knee there
Full of life with a beer and a beach chair
Ah, he's a fixture In my head full of pictures
I don't mind at all remembering for him
He doesn't have to get why I adore him
He don't have to know me I know who he is
Oh, I know who he is
Yeah, I love who he is
Yeah, I love, I love, I love who he is
Writer: CASEY BEATHARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cheap Cologne
Well, I toss and turn in the sheets
I close my eyes, but I can't sleep
Another night waitin' up on her
While this Bourbon and the porchlight burns
No matter how hard she tries
There's no way to hide what's been goin' on
She don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
She'll get in from God knows where
I'll smell that honky tonk in her hair
I don't know if there's someone she's holdin'
But my suspicion keeps on growin'
And a shower won't cover it up
When she gets home
She don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
When she's done with the wine
And comes home tonight
And slips into this big ol' bed
Well, I'll be gone
She'll be there all alone
Lyin' by herself instead
When she's done with the wine
And comes home tonight
And slips into this big ol' bed
Well, I'll be gone
She'll be there all alone
Lyin' by herself instead
Well, I toss and turn in the sheets
I close my eyes, but I can't sleep
Another night waitin' up on her
While this Bourbon and the porchlight burns
No matter how hard she tries
There's no way to hide what's been goin' on
She don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
No, she don't smoke cigarettes
And I don't wear cheap cologne
Writer: KEVIN R DENNEY, JIMMY RITCHEY, ODIE BLACKMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, ME GUSTA MUSIC
Somethin to Drink About
Maybe it's the sound of a whistle blowin' on a nine to five
Or your girl waitin' in the drive, for a neon Friday night
Maybe it's your friends in a headlight circle in an empty field
Got all night at the wheel, go on and break us in
There's always, somethin' to drink about, a reason to raise 'em up
This is why you pop a top and pour it in an empty cup
Somethin' to celebrate and get a little loud
Aw, it's just somethin', somethin', somethin' to drink about
Maybe it's a game with two minutes left and three points down
All you hear is the roar of the crowd, and you're winnin' on an end around
Maybe it's a day with the weekend shinin' down on the dock
Aw, the girls are hot, but the beer is not
That sounds like
There's always, somethin' to drink about, a reason to raise 'em up
This is why you pop a top and pour it in an empty cup
Somethin' to celebrate and get a little loud
Aw, it's just somethin', somethin', somethin' to drink about
Maybe it's a buddy's birthday
Maybe it's another spring break
All you need is a tub of ice and a pony keg
And you've got
Somethin' to drink about
This is why you pop a top and pour it in an empty cup
Somethin' to celebrate and get a little loud
Aw, it's just somethin', somethin', somethin' to drink about
Aw, somethin' to drink about
Somethin' to drink about
Writer: WILLIAM MICHAEL MORGAN, WADE KIRBY, PHIL O'DONNELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lonesomeville
If you like that car you're ridin' in
Yeah, the Chevrolet or the Mercedes-Benz
If the road is paved you're drivin' on
That leads you to the house you call your home
If there's wires in the wall and there's paint on the porch
You got a whole lot to be thankful for
Thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and then twist one off
Thank a beer drinker
And if you like that steak you're bitin' into
Or if your hot tub's hot, if your A/C's cool
If your roof don't leak and your fridge is filled
With stuff shipped in on eighteen wheels
When you push that button, when you flip that switch
If it all comes on without a hitch
Thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and then twist one off
Thank a beer drinker
Yeah, I'll stop here 'cause the list is long
Just one last thing if you like this song
Thank a beer drinker
Oh, I'm a beer drinker, are you a beer drinker
Oh, thank a beer drinker, a beer drinker
Somebody got somethin' done, brother
You can figure it's a beer drinker and an old ball cap
Dirt on his hands and an ache in his back
So let's give it up for the guys on the clock
That work all week and give us all we got
Thank a beer drinker
Oh, I'm a beer drinker, are you a beer drinker
Writer: ASH UNDERWOOD, MARK SHERRILL, TRENT TOMLINSON, WILLIAM MICHAEL MORGAN
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back Seat Driver
And grab your coat, it's getting cold
You know I'm gonna miss you
Don't get below a quarter tank
That gas burns quicker than you think
Oh, and always check that rear view
Watch your speed at the Georgia line
Those boys'll get you everytime
And it's a hundred dollar fine
Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Here's to hopin' you won't need
That baseball bat behind the seat
But it's there if you ever do
And call home every couple days
If only for your mamma's sake
Hell, she tells all her friends about you
Now ten and two, buckle up
I threw a flashlight in the trunk
Next to that spare if you get stuck
Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Sometimes when I'm lost, I can still hear
My daddy's voice echo loud and clear
Drive like the devil
When you see an open highway
Let off that pedal
When a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost, but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
No, I can't, no, I can't
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Writer: AL WILLIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC