Blake Shelton - Based on a True Story... Album Lyrics

Blake Shelton - Based on a True Story... Lyrics

Boys Round Here
Sure Be Cool If You Did
Do You Remember
Small Town Big Time
Country On The Radio
My Eyes
Doin' What She Likes
I Still Got A Finger
Mine Would Be You
Lay Low
Ten Times Crazier
Granddaddys Gun

Boys Round Here

[ Featuring Pistol Annies ]

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck

Well, the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ol' Bocephus through a jukebox needle
At the honky-tonk, where their boots stomp
All night, what? (That's right)
Yeah, and what they call work, digging in the dirt
Gotta get it in the ground 'fore the rain come down
To get paid, to get the girl
In your four-wheel drive (a country boy can survive)

Yeah, the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice-cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit

Aw, heck
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck

Well, the boys 'round here, they're keeping it country
Ain't a damn one know how to do the Dougie
(You don't do the Dougie?) No, not in Kentucky
But these girls 'round here, yep, they still love me
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they all deserve a whistle
Shakin' that sugar, sweet as Dixie crystal
They like that "y'all" and southern drawl
And just can't help it 'cause they just keep fallin'

For the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice-cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit

Let me hear you say
(Ooh, let's ride)
Through the countryside
(Ooh, let's ride)
Down to the riverside

Hey now, girl, hop inside (ooh, let's ride)
Me and you gonna take a little ride to the river
Let's ride (that's right)
Lay a blanket on the ground (ooh, let's ride)
Kissing and the crickets is the only sound (ooh, let's ride)
We out of town
Have you ever got down with a
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck? (Ooh, let's ride)
Do you wanna get down with a
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck? (Ooh, let's ride)
Girl, you gotta get down

With the boys 'round here
Drinking that ice-cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust
The boys 'round here
Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit

(Ooh, let's ride) ah, heck
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck
(Ooh, let's ride)
I'm one of them boys 'round here
(Ooh, let's ride)
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck
(Ooh, let's ride)

Well, all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you and me, how we'll be (ooh, let's ride)
(Ooh, let's ride)
So come on, girl, hop inside (ooh, let's ride)
Me and you, we're gonna take a little ride (ooh, let's ride)
Hmm, yeah
Lay a blanket on the ground (ooh, let's ride)
Kissing and the crickets is the only sound (ooh, let's ride)
We out of town, yeah
(Ooh, let's ride)
Girl, you gotta get down with a (ooh, let's ride)
(Ooh, let's ride) hmm
Come on through the countryside (ooh, let's ride)
Down to the riverside

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Writer: Craig Wiseman, Dallas Davidson, Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Sure Be Cool If You Did

I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on
Baby it's your call, no pressure at all

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

You can't shoot me down cause you've already knocked me dead
Got me falling apart with my heart talking out of my head
Let your mind take a little back road just as far as you wanna go
Baby, I'll do, whatever you wanna do, wanna do

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

Have a night that you'll never forget
And now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me falling like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
Yeah, it'd sure be cool if you did

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Writer: CHRIS TOMPKINS, JIMMY ROBBINS, RODNEY DALE CLAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
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Do You Remember

Where are you now?
Who's holdin' you now?
When your world stands still, do you remember?
Leave were fallin'
We were fallin'
Almost like a dream, do you remember?

Seasons changed
We both changed
Sometimes I go back to when

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holdin' forever back then
Do you remember?

Where I am now
Is where I should be now
You're so far away, but always with me

And it seems like
Another life
Whenever I go back to when

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holdin' forever back then
Do you remember?

We ran, we kissed, we learned to love, to live

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holdin' forever back then
Do you remember?
Do you remember?

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Writer: IAN KIRKPATRICK, MICHAEL WILLIAM DULANEY, WILLIAM GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Small Town Big Time

Yea, Hollywood Boulevard
Looking down, seeing stars
90210, Rodeo is Rodeo
Glad I hit it, glad I did it and I'd do it again
Yea, and hang with my friends

With them red Maserati's and them tuned up bodies
And everybody gonna be the next somebody
Yea, this place is a trip
Hey but meanwhile back in the stick

Somebody's having a small town big time night
Somebody's rocking the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's cranking it up or falling in love
Or keeping the buzz sipping on a little moonlight

Yea, they know how to rock
Out in the boondocks
'Cause believe me I've been there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Yea, two lane town squares
Cotton queens, county fairs
With a water tank
Got 100 girls' names under the paint

Glad I hit it, glad I did it and I'd do it again
Yea, I miss my friends

With them pick 'em up trucks and them dirt road ruts
And all them country girls get to strutting their stuff
East, west, north or south
Yea you better believe that right about now

Somebody's having a small town big time night
Somebody's rocking the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's cranking it up or falling in love
Or lighting it up with a KC spotlight

Yea, they all got the swerve
Down back in their hometown
I wish that I was there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Somebody's having a small town big time night
Somebody's rocking the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's cranking it up or falling in love
And twisting it up and dodging them blue lights

Yea, they know how to kick it
Way out past the limits
Cause baby I've been there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Yea, somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere
I wish that I was there
Yea, I wish that I was there

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Country On The Radio

You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing,
Like a broken record skipping down on main,
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?
You know what I mean

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine
Juke joints, jumping on the county line
Heard 'em singing 'bout it a million times
But I don't mind

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a party out in the pines
Always gonna be a shot up highway sign
Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine
From time to time

There's always gonna be people trying to run us down
Saying we ain't got nothing on a big town
I bet they'd come around
If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always gonna be a part of me
Kicking back in VFE
Yea, that's how it's always gonna be

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealing those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we're rocking, that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

Some country on the radio
As long as there's a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealing those kisses

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Writer: CHRIS TOMPKINS, CRAIG WISEMAN, RODNEY CLAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music
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My Eyes

[ Featuring Gwen Sebastian ]

Those high heels with that sun dress
Turquoise heart hanging 'round your neck
Red lips like wine, wanna drink 'em up
And keep on drinkin' 'til you make me drunk

Tied up here, wanna let it down
And just let the rest fall to the ground
You take beautiful to the max
Can't help myself when you look like that

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, love the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

There's a million stars dancing in the sky
A picture perfect moon so bright
But I don't care, I'm looking at you
From where I stand you can beat the view

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, love the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

My eyes have seen
Some amazing things
But girl, my eyes ain't seen
Nothing quite like you, hey baby

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, love the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, love the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you

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Writer: TOMMY LEE JAMES, ANDREW DORFF, JOSH OSBORNE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
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Doin' What She Likes

She likes it when I call in sick to work
Spend the whole day hanging with her
I might get fired but that's alright
I'm doin' what she likes

She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas
And mix up a pitcher of margaritas
Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night
Doin' what she likes

She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like running my fingers through her long hair
Lightin' watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin' them burn and holdin' her all night
I like doin' what she likes

She likes it when I get past second gear
Sees gravel flying in the rear view mirror
Sometimes I'm pushing 95
Doin' what she likes

And she likes it when I find a road that's dark
Can we pull up somewhere and park?
Turn the radio on and turn off the lights
Keep doin' what she likes

She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like running my fingers through her long hair
Lightin' watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin' them burn and holdin' her all night
I like doin' what she likes

She likes it when I sing her old silly songs
And throwin' words where they don't belong
Sometimes we laugh 'til we almost cry
Doin' what she likes
Doin' what she likes

She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like running my fingers through her long hair
Lightin' watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin' them burn and holdin' her all night
I like doin' what she likes

Yeah, I like doin' what she likes
Hmm, yeah

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Writer: Philip Eugene O'donnell, Wade Kirby
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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I Still Got A Finger

Well it must've been 100 in that summer sun
And I've been in it all day
Putting up with that prick of an owner's son
Making me some hillbilly pay

Working right through lunch, busting my hump
Helping his daddy stay rich
So when he kept me behind to pull some overtime
I told that little son of a bitch

Hey I've been punching your clock, giving all I got
Putting up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me son
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Hey I've been breaking my hump but it's never enough
Ain't a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Yea I've been dragging home almost every night
'Bout the time that you're going out
Wearing something way too short and tight
Leaving me and the dog on a couch

Yea, now word's getting round you've been sneaking downtown
Dancing way too risky
Well I got a few dirty dance moves too
And a cute little one finger wave

Hey I've been punching your clock, giving all I got
Putting up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me hun
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Hey I've been breaking my hump but it's never enough
Ain't a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Here it comes

Hey I've been punching your clock, giving all I got
Putting up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me hun
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Hey I've been busting my ass, you don't care about that
Ain't a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Oh yea
Woo!
Yes I do
Look at that thing
You know you're number one, baby

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Writer: CRAIG WISEMAN, GARY HANNAN
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
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Mine Would Be You

What's your all time high, your good as it gets?
Your hands down best ever make up sex?
What's your guilty pleasure, your old go to?
Well if you ask me, mine would be you

What's your worst hangover, your best night yet?
Your 90 proof, your Marlboro Red?
The best damn thing you lucked into
That's easy girl, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Sun kiss shining, back road flyin'
Singing like crazy fools
Making up our own words
Laughing 'til it hurts
Baby, if I had to choose
My best day ever, my finest hour
My wildest dream come true
Mine would be you

What's your double dare, your go all in?
The craziest thing you ever did?
Plain as your name in this tattoo
Look on my arm, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Sun kiss shining, back road flyin'
Singing like crazy fools
Making up our own words
Laughing 'til it hurts
Baby, if I had to choose
My best day ever, my finest hour
My wildest dream come true
Mine would be you

What's the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?
What's the one regret you can't work through?
You got it, baby, mine would be you
Yeah, you got it, baby, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Taillights fading, daylight breaking
Standing there like a fool
When I should've been running
Yellin' out something
To make you wanna hold onto
The best love ever
Girl, can you tell me
The one thing you'd rather die than lose?
'Cause mine would be you
Mine would be you

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Writer: Connie Harrington, Jessi Alexander, Deric Ruttan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Lay Low

Think I'll grab a bottle of Patron
When I get off work on my way home
Fill that hot tub full of bubble bath, kick back, relax
Baby you and me and nothing on yea

Got a weekend coming just in time
We're both needing what I've got in mind
What I got in mind, that's me and you into me and you
Can't wait to get you all alone yea

Lay low, stay home and stay high
Stay up, make love, all night
I wanna run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, taking it slow
Stay home, stay high and lay low

We'll let our kisses do the talking girl
Take each other to another world
Feel like we're a million miles from here
Somewhere out there, without going anywhere at all

Lay low, stay home and stay high, yea
Stay up, make love, all night
I wanna run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, taking it slow
Stay home, stay high and

Lay low, stay home and stay high, yea
Stay up, make love, all night
I wanna run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, taking it slow
Stay home, stay high and lay low

Stay home, stay high and lay low

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Writer: DAVE TURNBULL, DEAN DILLON, TIM NICHOLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
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Ten Times Crazier

Well I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars
All them old country songs Daddy used to play
I'm crazy about Friday nights, cold beer and good times
Crazy about a summer day out on the lake

But I'm ten times crazier without about your love, girl
I'd do about anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

Well I'm all about a weekend, kickin' with my good friends
Every now and then I like to make a little noise
But don't you go thinkin' that I won't leave them hanging
Cause even though I'm crazy about them good ol' boys

I'm ten times crazier about your lovin' girl
I'd do about anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

I know you love me girl that's easy to see
But as crazy as you say you are about me

I'm ten times crazier about your lovin' girl
I'd do about anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

I'm ten times crazier about your lovin' girl
I'd do about anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

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Writer: RHETT AKINS, MARV GREEN, BEN HAYSLIP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Granddaddys Gun

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell
Granddaddy's gun

He bought it new out of a Sears & Roebuck catalog
And it shot a many shell over the top of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off
Granddaddy's gun

It's just a double barrel 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
"A gun's like a woman, son it's all how you hold her"
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my son
Granddaddy's gun

He handed it to me on the day I turned 13
With a half-shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean
I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me
With granddaddy's gun

It's just a double barrel 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
"A gun's like a woman, son it's all how you hold her"
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my son
Granddaddy's gun

There's a long beard living on the living room wall
That I got with a box call
And granddaddy's gun
There's a shot up stop sign on 49
That me and Billy Joe took out one night
With granddaddy's gun
Granddaddy's gun

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale

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Based on a True Story... Info:

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Based on a True Story... is the eighth studio album by American country music artist Blake Shelton. It was released on March 26, 2013, through Warner Bros. Records, and debuted at #3 on the Billboard 200. In a career best for Shelton at the time, nearly 200,000 copies of the album were sold in its first week. Based on a True Story... became the ninth best-selling album of 2013 in the US, earning Shelton a Platinum certification by the RIAA on September 30, 2013. In 2016, Based on a True Story... was certified double-platinum by the RIAA.

Five singles were released from Based on a True Story... The lead single, "Sure Be Cool If You Did", peaked at #1 on Billboard's Hot Country Songs chart, while the subsequent two singles, "Boys 'Round Here" and "Mine Would Be You", peaked at #2 on that chart. The final two singles, "Doin' What She Likes", and "My Eyes", peaked at #3 and #4 respectively on that chart. All five singles peaked at #1 on the Billboard's Country Airplay chart.

Based on a True Story... received mixed reviews from critics. Shelton's vocals on the album were praised, and some of the songs were well-received for highlighting Shelton's personality, but several critics considered the album's lyrical content formulaic. The album earned Shelton his second Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Album. The song "Mine Would Be You" earned Shelton his third Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Solo Performance.

Performed By: Blake Shelton
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Scott Hendricks
Released: March 26th, 2013
Year: 2013

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