Blake Shelton - Fully Loaded: Gods Country Lyrics
Gods Country
Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'
Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground
This is God's country
We pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallen
'Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money
We put it back in the plate
I guess that's why they call it God's country
I saw the light in the sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country
We turned the dirt and worked until the week's done
We take a break and break bread on Sunday
And then do it all again
'Cause we're proud to be from God's country (yeah, yeah)
I saw the light in the sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country (yeah)
(This is God's country)
(This is God's country)
God's country
I don't care what my headstone reads
Or what kind of pinewood box I end up in
When it's my time, lay me six feet deep
In God's country (yeah, yeah)
I saw the light in the sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country (God's country)
Yeah, I saw the light in the sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country
Writer: Devin Dawson Durrett, Jordan Mark Schmidt, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hell Right
Hey
Yeah?
Tell 'em that story you were tellin' me
Couple boys clock out about 5:35
Tryna put a little hammer in their head
Standin' in the liquor store, starin' at a fifth
But they picked up a handle instead
Hell right (hell right?)
Hell right (okay)
Couple girls with their boots on got their Bluetooth on
T-shirts sayin' "Go Sooners"
Then the girl from the small town took off the "Old Town"
Put on a little Hank Jr. (Thank God)
Hell right
She got all her rowdy friends comin' over tonight
Hell right (hell right), hell right (hell right)
Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night
Somewhere in America
There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light
And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way
If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise
Hell right (hell right)
Hell right (hell right)
Hell right
There's a guitar on the ground that was makin' some sound
'Til somebody pulled a hillbilly slip
Now there's fog on the window, she never woulda kissed him
If he didn't play a lick like this
Hell right
Hell right
Hell right (hell right), hell right (hell right)
Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night
Somewhere in America
There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light
And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way
If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise
Hell right (hell right)
Hell right (hell right)
Hell right
Now it's 7 a.m
Damn if there ain't an empty handle on a square hay bale
Everybody's passed out drunk, but when they wake up
They're all gonna hurt like hell right
Yeah, boy
Hell right (hell right), hell right (hell right)
Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night
Somewhere in America
There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light
And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way
If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise
Hell right, hell right, hell right
Writer: Brett Tyler Mikkelson, David Arthur Garcia, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nobody But You
Don't have to leave this town to see the world
'Cause it's something that I gotta do
I don't wanna look back in thirty years
And wonder who you're married to
Wanna say it now, wanna make it clear
For only you and God to hear
When you love someone, they say you set 'em free
But that ain't gonna work for me
I don't wanna live without you
I don't wanna even breathe
I don't wanna dream about you
Wanna wake up with you next to me
I don't wanna go down any other road now
I don't wanna love nobody but you
Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
I don't wanna love nobody but you (you)
All the wasted days, all the wasted nights
I'll blame it all on being young
Got no regrets 'cause it got me here
But I don't wanna waste another one
I've been thinking about what I want in my life
It begins and ends the same
If I had to choose what I couldn't lose
There'd only be one thing
I don't wanna live without you
I don't wanna even breathe
I don't wanna dream about you
Wanna wake up with you next to me
I don't wanna go down any other road now
I don't wanna love nobody but you
Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
I don't wanna love nobody but you (you)
I don't wanna love nobody but you (you)
I wanna say it now, wanna make it clear
For only you and God to hear
I don't wanna live without you (I don't wanna live)
I don't wanna even breathe
I don't wanna dream about you
Wanna wake up with you next to me (next to me)
I don't wanna go down any other road now
I don't wanna love nobody but you (I don't wanna love nobody)
Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
I don't wanna love nobody but you (you)
I don't wanna love nobody (you)
I don't wanna love nobody but you (you)
Writer: Joshua Osborne, Ross Copperman, Shane McAnally, Tommy Lee James
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Came Here to Forget
Girl you're getting over him and I'm getting over her
The eyes have it made, ain't gotta say a word
Misery loves company, that's why it's you and me
Buying each other drinks, back at the bar, as thick as thieves
Stealing these little sips
Doing our best to make the best of the worst of it
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
Keep leaning it on in closer
Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
And with him before the night is over
That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
We better keep on keeping it lit
'Til we can't remember
Can't remember what we came here to forget
Go ahead and check your phone, like I've been checking mine
Nobody's ex texting for a rewind
Looks like it's just me and you
Fall in love just enough to get us through
What we're getting through
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
Keep leaning it on in closer
Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
And with him before the night is over
That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
We better keep on keeping it lit
'Til we can't remember
Can't remember what we came here to forget
Ya, it's what we came here to forget
Looks like it's just me and you
Fall in love just enough to get us through
What we're getting through
Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
Keep leaning it on in closer
Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
And with him before the night is over
That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
We better keep on keeping it lit
'Til we can't remember
Can't remember what we came here to forget
What we came here to forget
What we came here to forget
Hey, hey
That's what we came here to forget
Writer: CRAIG WISEMAN, DERIC RUTTAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Shes Got a Way With Words
When you put two and two together
You figure out love's got four letters
I shoulda known that when I met her
But she had to spell it out for me
After all that second guessing
It's been a long hard history lesson
Hell that's a class I got an F in
But now I understand perfectly
She put the her in hurt
She put the why in try
She put the S.O.B. in sober
She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
She put the ex in sex
She put the low in blow
She put a big F.U. in my future
Yeah she's got a way
She's got a way with words
Yeah she's got a way with words
Little words like "I" and "do"
Lying, cheating, screwed
Yeah all the words I thought I knew
They got a brand new meaning now
She put the her in hurt
She put the why in try
She put the S.O.B. in sober
She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
She put the ex in sex
She put the low in blow
She put a big F.U. in my future
Yeah she's got a way
She's got a way with words
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah she's got a way with words
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
She put the her in hurt
She put the why in try
She put the S.O.B. in sober
She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
She put the ex in sex
She put the low in blow
She put a big F.U. in my future
Yeah she's got a way
She's got a way with words
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Yeah she's got a way with words
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
She's got a way with words
She's got a way with words
Yeah she's got a way with words
Writer: Andrew Paul Albert, Marc Besson, Wyatt Earp
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Downtown Music Publishing
A Guy With a Girl
Sometimes I'm the guy with the boys kicking it back
Or the guy with the guitar singing on a country track
I might be the guy with an ice cold can, stirring up dust on some old farmland
When I walk into the party with you girl, you change all that
I'm just the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
Wishin' you were there alone
Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine
Lookin' over at ya like "ain't she beautiful?"
I'm invisible but I stand right there and smile
You're right beside me, oh and I see the same thing they're seein'
But I don't mind being the guy with the girl, no
It's funny watchin' 'em do the way they do
They come walkin' up to me but they only wanna talk to you
And I don't blame 'em that they're hypnotized
They keep staring at your heartbreak eyes
It's like their heart starts stoppin' when you come walkin' into the room
And I turn into the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
Wishin' you were there alone
Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine
Lookin' over at ya like "ain't she beautiful?"
I'm invisible but I stand right there and smile
You're right beside me, oh and I see the same thing they're seein'
But I don't mind being the guy with the girl
The guy that don't know how he got her
But he ain't never gonna let her, never gonna let her go
Woah-oh, yeah
I'm just the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
Wishin' you were there alone
Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine
Lookin' over at ya like "ain't she beautiful?"
I'm invisible but I stand right there and smile
You're right beside me, oh and I see the same thing they're seein'
But I don't mind being the guy with the girl
(Guy with the girl)
No, I don't mind being the guy with the girl
(Guy with the girl)
Yeah, I'm just the guy with the girl
I'm always the guy with the girl
I don't mind it, baby
I don't mind it, baby
I'm always the guy with the girl
Writer: Bryan Simpson, Ashley Glenn Gorley
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Every Time I Hear That Song
There's something 'bout yesterday
How fast it all flies away
I don't know what it is about a goodbye kiss
That makes you wanna stay
We were crazy then we were over
We were breaking up, making love, a runaway roller coaster
Every time I hear that song
I'm standing in the pouring rain
On your front lawn and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
Every time I hear that song
It's like the first time it came on and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
I still think about you
There's something in the bittersweet
The feeling of a memory
Right there in the moment
All I ever wanted was you and me
We were crying, we were wasted
We were dying when they played it
Every time I hear that song
I'm standing in the pouring rain
On your front lawn and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
Every time I hear that song
It's like the first time it came on and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
I still think about you
Oh, I still think about you
There's a soundtrack in my mind
That takes me back in time
When I hear that melody
I think about you and me
Every time I hear that song
I'm standing in the pouring rain
On your front lawn and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
Every time I hear that song
It's like the first time it came on and oh-oh-oh
I still think about you oh-oh-oh
I still think about you
Oh, I still think about you
I still think about you
Yeah, I still think about you
There's a soundtrack in my mind
That takes me back in time
When I hear that melody
Writer: CHRISTOPHER MARSH LINDSEY, AIMEE MAYO, BRAD WARREN, BRETT D. WARREN
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ill Name the Dogs
Girl, it's high time, I tell ya
No more messin' around
Time to lay these cards on the table
And just throw it on out
I'm talkin' you and me with the same street name
Same last name, same everything
It's a real thing, a how I feel thing
So I'mma go on and take a swing
You find the spot and I'll find the money
You be the pretty and I'll be the funny
You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses
Baby, let's get right down to business
I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
You pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar
Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
You name the babies and I'll name the dogs, yeah
You can park your car in the driveway
I'll park my truck in the grass
I'll put a little swing on the front porch
If you put a little tea in my glass
Watch the sun set from a gravel road
Kiss me in the kitchen on your tippy toes
Still lovin' on you when the rooster crows
Watching way more than the garden grow
You find the spot and I'll find the money
You be the pretty and I'll be the funny
You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses
Baby, let's get right down to business
I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
You pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar
Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
You name the babies and I'll name the dogs
Yeah, laying next to you every night
Sounds like a damn good life
You find the spot and I'll find the money
You be the pretty and I'll be the funny
You plant the flowers, I'll plant the kisses
Baby, let's get right down to business
I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
You pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar
Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
You name the babies and I'll name the dogs
Yeah, I'll name the dogs
You name the babies and I'll name the dogs
Yeah, I'll name the dogs
Writer: Benjamin S. Hayslip, Joshua Dennis Anthony Bagles, Matthew Peters Dragstrem
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Lived It
Daddy drove the wheels off a flatbed Ford
Flies found a hole in the old screen door
Granny said the dress that my sister wore
To church wasn't long enough
Mama poured grease in a Crisco can
Put a hundred thousand miles on a Sears box fan
Uncle Joe put tobacco on my hand
Where them yellow jackets tore me up
And I ain't making this up
[Chorus]
Oh, you think I'm talking crazy in a different language
You might not understand
Oh, that's alright, that's just the kind of life
That made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit, back in time 'cause I miss it
You wouldn't know to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it and man, I lived it
Grandaddy smoked Salems with the windows up
Drove me around in the back of that truck
We drank from the hose and spit in the cup
We all survived somehow
Them ol' Duke boys were flattening the hills
Hollywood was fake, wrestling was real
Wouldn't dream of spending that two dollar bill
From pushing a lawn mower around
I'd go back there right now
Oh, you think I'm talking crazy in a different language
You might not understand
Oh, that's alright, that's just the kind of life
That made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit, back in time 'cause I miss it
You wouldn't know to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it and man, I lived it
Oh man, I lived it
Oh, you think I'm talking crazy in a different language
You might not understand
Oh, that's alright, that's just the kind of life
That made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit, back in time 'cause I miss it
You wouldn't know to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it and man, I lived it
Oh man, I lived it
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ben Hayslip, Rhett Akins, Ross Copperman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Turnin Me On
Her kisses taste like whiskey
Burnin' through my veins
She don't know how to miss me
She hits right where she aims
Baby's got my number and she's calling me up
Knows what she's doing with a single touch
She's turning me on, turning me on
Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing
If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string
Turning me on like it's her job
Sometimes I think she must get off on
Turning me on, turning me on
Knows how to set me on fire
She's always holding the match
And when my body's beside hers
There ain't no turning back
She's Revlon red in the blackest night
Lighting up the room in the world just like
She's turning me on, turning me on
Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing
If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string
Turning me on like it's her job
Sometimes I think she must get off on
Turning me on, turning me on
Once she gets it started
Man, it's all night long
She's the needle on the vinyl
Of a midnight song
She's turning me on, turning me on
She's turning me on, turning me on
Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing
If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string
Turning me on like it's her job
Sometimes I think she must get off on
Turning me on, turning me on, yeah
Turning me on, turning me on
Turning me on, turning me on
Turning me on, turning me on
(Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on)
(Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on)
(Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on)
Writer: Blake Tollison Shelton, Jessi Leigh Alexander, Josh Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jesus Got a Tight Grip
Well, I ain't never been an angel
I ain't never been called a saint
Yeah, I've decorated every bar in town
With a big red coat of paint
But good thing I had a good raisin'
For all the Hell I've raised since then
When that roll is called up yonder
I know they've gonna let me in
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go, he ain't lettin' go
The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go, he ain't lettin' go
Might have a little rust on my halo
But when I'm gone, I know where I'll go
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
Now I've been a little more cold beer
Than holy water, it's true
More Saturday night on an old bar stool
Than a Sunday morning pew
But even old Hank Williams
Finally saw the light
And, oh hallelujah, I have too
And it ain't just the neon kind
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go, he ain't lettin' go
The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go, he ain't lettin' go
Might have a little rust on my halo
But when I'm gone, I know where I'll go
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah
Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah
Whoa
I got a long, long way to go
Whoa
But I'm gonna get there, I know
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go, he ain't lettin' go
The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
And he ain't lettin' go (no, no), he ain't lettin' go
Might have a little rust on my halo (my halo)
But when I'm gone, I know where I'll go
'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
Yeah, he does, and he ain't lettin' go
Writer: Blake Tollison Shelton, Jessi Leigh Alexander, Rhett Akins, Richard Chase Mcgill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tequila Sheila
Pour me another tequila, Sheila!
Pour me another tequila, Sheila
Take off that red satin dress
I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer
For all the damn gold in Juarez
I feel like ol' Poncho Villa, Sheila
And I got the pesos to spend
So pour me another tequila, Sheila
And lay down and love me again
No, I can't tell you about it
But don't mind my gun by the bed
I feel kinda naked without it
And it eases the fears in my head
So just pass me the salt and the lemon
Bend down and blow out the lights
I never have trusted the women
Oh, but Sheila, I'll trust you tonight
So pour me another tequila, Sheila
And take off that red satin dress
I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer
For all the damn gold in Juarez
I feel like ol' Poncho Villa, Sheila
And I sure could use me a friend
So pour me another tequila, Sheila
And lay down and love me again
Shelia, I'm hearin' your heart beat
But I'm hearin' footsteps outside
The courtyard is crawlin' with them federales
And Sheila, there's no place to hide
I don't know who could've tipped 'em
'Cause nobody knew it but you
And I can't make love to a squealer, Sheiler
So I guess there's just one thing to do
So pour me another tequila, Sheila
I'm gonna put on your red satin dress
Now you put on my clothes and you go out and face the dealer
Sheila, I'll wish you the best
I feel like ol' Poncho Villa, Sheila
I need a fast horse and a friend
So pour me another tequila, Sheila
And I'll ride for the border again
Yeah, pour me another tequila, Sheila
And I'll ride for the border again, ha-ha
Writer: Mac Davis, Shel Silverstein
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.