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Cody Johnson - Leather Album Lyrics



Cody Johnson - Leather Lyrics






Work Boots

You ain't got no problem getting up with the sun
Scuffing up leather, digging in the red dirt, getting that job done
But it's Friday night and you're tapping right along with the groove
And that pretty little thing is looking at me, I'm counting on you

So come on work boots
We've got a little work to do
It looks like she wants to dance
I wouldn't wanna to miss our chance
She might be the one to change our world
But we ain't gonna get the girl sitting on a stool
We gotta make our move
So come on work boots

First step is, we'll go up and ask her her name
And then maybe these two left feet will get two-step carried away
Don't dig in your heels now, just follow my lead
It's a moment of truth and I can't have you dragging our feet

So come on work boots
We've got a little work to do
It looks like she wants to dance
I wouldn't wanna to miss our chance
She might be the one to change our world
But we ain't gonna get the girl sitting on a stool
We gotta make our move
So come on work boots

Hell this might just be our song
Get to work, boots
Who knows maybe later on
I might get to kick you off

She might be the one to change our world
But we ain't gonna get the girl sitting on a stool
We gotta make our move
So come on work boots
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Writer: Brett Beavers, Canaan Smith, Jason Afable
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Double Down

This hole in the wall is my ace in the hole
I take it on the rocks and I get on the road, yeah
Love's a losin' game and since you dealt the cards
I've come to know this hand like the back of this bar
And in the back of this bar

I double down on the missin' you
On the wishin' you were still here with me
I double down, callin' off all bets
What I can't forget, I let the whiskey drown
'Cause your memory hangs around
Until I get a double down

You're in every song (you're in every song)
I can't turn it down (I can't turn it down)
'Cause I see you in every face of this honky tonk crowd
One sip at a time, I'll make you disappear
It's gonna take a little more than just an ice-cold beer

So I double down on the missin' you
On the wishin' you were still here with me
I double down, callin' off all bets
What I can't forget, I let the whiskey drown
'Cause your memory hangs around
Until I get a double down

Yeah, I double down, one shot won't do
Better make it two, bartender, hit me
I double down, callin' off all bets
What I can't forget, I let the whiskey drown
'Cause your memory hangs around
Until I get a double down

'Til I get a double down
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Writer: Clint Allen Daniels, James Adam Nergenah, Jeff Hyde
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Watching My Old Flame

She's sleepin' on that black dress that's showin' every curve
Lettin' out her long hair, so beautiful it hurts
She's off to paint the town like those lips she painted red
Nothin' I can say to stop her, that I ain't already said

It's been over for a while and we both know it
I keep prayin' maybe she might turn around
If there's the least bit of a spark left, she don't show it
Yeah, she's movin' on from me there ain't no doubt
It's the hardest thing watchin' my old flame, go out

The minute she walks in somewhere, heads are gonna turn
The whiskey ain't the only thing in me that's gonna burn
I know she's out there lookin' for a brand new fire to light
And the way the winds been blowin', she won't be home tonight

It's been over for a while and we both know it
And I keep prayin' maybe she might turn around
If there's the least bit of a spark left, she don't show it
Yeah, she's movin' on from me there ain't no doubt
It's the hardest thing watchin' my old flame, go out

Just go out

It's been over for a while and we both know it
And there ain't a chance in hell she'll turn around
If there's the least bit of a spark left, she don't show it
Yeah, she's movin' on from me there ain't no doubt
It's the hardest thing watchin' my old flame, go out
Mm
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Writer: Clint Daniels, George Varble, Kathleen Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Thats Texas

My redneck mother sang Redneck Mother
Cooking us kids something to eat
Daddy drank tequila like Pancho Villa
When the Cowboys won or they got beat
That's Texas, oh

That old stone gravel makin' old truck rattle
Like a get your boot bit stepped on snake
Lord, have mercy that gran gets thirsty
Better buy her Resistol or find some shade
That's Texas, that's Texas

That's Texas, home of George Strait the king
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas

Them two step queens will bring you to your knees
Yeah, buddy God sure blessed 'em
There's fifty states but at the end of the day
There's one that you don't mess with

That's Texas, home of Robert Earl Keen
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Tell 'em about it boys

Where the night gets bright when the stars come on
Where every bar is a honky tonk

That's Texas, home of the CJB
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Come and take it, boys, yeah
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Writer: Andy Sheridan, Erik Anderson, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dirt Cheap

They came in thinkin' top dollar
To that old cotton crop farmer
They knocked on his screen door and he said
"Lord, what you need, boys?" And they said
"You know all the others went and cashed out
We got the subdivision all mapped out
It'll sit right here on this land
And you can leave town a rich man"
And he said, "Boys, whatever you're offerin', it won't be enough

'Cause I got a little girl that used to swing right there
I still see her pink bow in her brown hair
She's in the big city, but she still calls home
What's she gonna do if she comes back and we're gone?
And over there, under that wide oak tree
Beneath the cross is where my best buddy's buried
Lasted thirteen huntin' season runnin' strong
Keep your money 'cause a man can't leave his dog
And over there is where I got down on one knee
You can't buy that kind of dirt cheap"

One man smiled and he kinda looked away
The other said, "Before we go, I gotta know one thing
Between the droughts and the floods through all the years
What in the world got you through?
How the hell'd you get here?" And he said

"That little girl that used to swing right there
I still see her pink bow in her brown hair
Runnin' up after one of them long days
A big smile makin' every little worry fade
And over there, under that wide oak tree
Beneath the cross, where my best buddy's buried
All them huntin' seasons freezin' in a jon boat
Me and him, double-barrel and a two-stroke
And that woman that said 'yes' when I got down on one knee
Yeah, you can't buy that kind of dirt cheap

No, it ain't somethin' you fall into
It's somethin' God gives you
And you hold on to

Just like that little girl who used to swing right there
I still see her pink bow in her brown hair
She's in the big city now, but she still calls home
She's comin' back next week and, man, it's been too long
And over there, under that wide oak tree
Beside the cross, where my best buddy's buried
Lays a puppy posted up in the shade
That woman never could turn away a stray
I guess that's why she said 'yes' when I got down on one knee
Oh, long as all this is here, why the hell would I ever leave?
You can't buy that kind of dirt cheap"
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Writer: Josh Michael Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Jesus Loves You

You probably don't remember me
'Cause you were high and all strung out
But I'm the guy that spared your life last week
When you broke into my house
No, I ain't been havin' nightmares
Just dreams of whippin' your ass
I hear hard time, it ain't no fun
Be thankful for that glass

I rehearsed it in my mind
How things would go today
Practiced what I'd tell you
And all I gotta say is

Jesus loves you
He'll forgive you for your sins
And He'll be there waitin' for you when
Your time on this earth ends
Yeah, Jesus loves you
Lordy, all it takes is faith
And if you come near me and mine again
You're gonna meet Him face to face

I bought you this Bible
Don't worry, it's on me
I know it's a lot of pages
But you got time to read
'Cause the paper said you got three years
So while you're in that cell
You better find a way to find Him
Or I'll send you straight to Hell

Yeah, Jesus loves you
He'll forgive you for your sins
And He'll be there waitin' for you when
Your time on this earth ends
Yeah, Jesus loves you
Buddy, all it takes is faith
And if you come near me and mine again
You're gonna meet Him face to face

Our house is on the market
'Cause my little girls can't sleep
My friends all said they'd have shot you dead
If they woulda been me
They all call you lucky, ha
But I don't believe in luck
The good Lord was lookin' out for you
'Cause my gun was in my truck

Yeah, Jesus loves you (Jesus loves you)
He'll forgive you for your sins
And He'll be there waitin' for you when
Your time on this earth ends
Yeah, Jesus loves you (Jesus loves you)
Buddy, all it takes is faith
And if you come near me and mine again
You're gonna meet Him face to face (yeah)

(Jesus loves you)
(Jesus loves you)
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Writer: Mark L. Holman, Michael Hardy, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Whiskey Bent

It put a hole in my wallet, put a hole in my wall
It put a whole lotta lonely in this 2 AM phone call
It put your Honda on the highway and my Chevy in a ditch
Just had to call you up 'cause I ain't touched that stuff ever since

It made me say some things I shouldn't
Made me break some things I wouldn't
Like the heart that you kept puttin' in my hand
Got me pickin' up the pieces
Gettin' back in touch with Jesus
For some grace in case one of y'all comes back again
I'm just tryna straighten up what whiskey bent

Now I'm still payin' for it, but it ain't on a tab
It's all the dreamin' of instead of wakin' up to the best I ever had
And I've been spendin' every second waitin' for that second chance
That I might not even have

'Cause it made me say some things I shouldn't
Made me break some things I wouldn't
Like the heart that you kept puttin' in my hands
Got me pickin' up the pieces
Fallin' back in love with Jesus
And prayin' one of y'all comes back again
I'm just tryna straighten up what whiskey bent

It made me say some things I shouldn't
Made me break some things I wouldn't
Like the heart that you kept puttin' in my hand
It's got me pickin' up the pieces
Gettin' back in touch with Jesus
For some grace in case one of y'all comes back again
But until then
I'll be tryna straighten up what whiskey bent

What whiskey bent
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Writer: Adam James, Mikey Reaves, Rocky Block
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Leather

Superman, Man of Steel
He can fly, but here's the deal
Superman ain't really real
So God made somethin' better
His mama says he's just flesh and bone
The girls say he's a rollin' stone
But shake his hand and then you'll know
A cowboy's made of leather

You can bend him, but you can't break him
It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him
When the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together
That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather

He'll kick and cuss in broad daylight
When he gets drunk, he likes to fight
But his head's on straight and his heart gets right
When he's under pressure
And he'll start out stiff and rough
But give him time and he'll soften up
And that just makes him twice as tough
Yeah, a cowboy's made of leather

'Cause you can bend him, but you can't break him
It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him
And when the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together
That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather

Yippee-ki-o, yippee-ki-ay
Yippee-ki-o
Yippee-ki-o, yippee-ki-ay
Yippee-ti-yi-yo

You can bend him, but you can't break him
It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him
And when the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together
That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather
Yeah, that's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather
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Writer: Ian Crawford Munsick, Jeremy Spillman, Rivers Rutherford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




People In The Back

No, you ain't lookin' for a shoutout or a spotlight
You're just happy to be here drinkin' cold beer
In your cheap seats, on a Friday night
Workin' a long week off

I sing plenty of songs about love gone right and love gone wrong
But this ain't that, this is for the people in the back, yeah

For the boy in the back pew headed back to
The front lines in the mornin'
The mom rockin' dad's role, in her work clothes
She ain't in it for the glory
The angels in the wings tryna fly behind the scenes
I know where you're at
Yeah, tonight I'm singin' loud for
All them people in the back

Yeah, you know who you are

From way on up in the nosebleeds to the front row
Bet you everybody in this place has got a unsung hero
That's for damn sure
And they all deserve to have a good time
So everybody raise one high

For the boy in the back pew headed back to
The front lines in the mornin'
The mom rockin' dad's role, in her work clothes
She ain't in it for the glory
The angels in the wings tryna fly behind the scenes
I know where you're at
Yeah, tonight I'm singin' loud for
All them people in the back

Yeah, uh

Yeah, I know this light's on me
But, man, I damn sure wouldn't be
Right where I'm at
Without them people in the back

Talikn' 'bout the boy in the back pew headed back to
The front lines in the mornin'
The mom rockin' dad's role, in her work clothes
She ain't in it for the glory
The angels in the wings tryna fly behind the scenes
I know where you're at
Yeah, tonight I'm singin' loud for
All them people in the back

All y'all people in the back
You bet
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Writer: Austin Taylor Smith, Devin Dawson, Mark Allen Trussell
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Long Live Country Music

Long live Patsy Cline, "Strawberry Wine"
Fiddles and a steel guitar
Long live needle drops in a jukebox
In a hole-in-the-wall dive bar
Long live late night drives in a short bed Chevy
Holdin' that pretty girl close
Listenin' to the radio

Long live country music
Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights
Oh, long live country music
May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives
Never die

Long live rodeos, dusty boot soles
Two-steppin' on a hardwood floor
Long live the cover band rollin' in a white van
Kickin' off swingin' doors
Here's to that teenage kid learnin' B&D songs
On an old pawn shop six-string
With a head full of honky tonk dreams

Long live country music
Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights
Oh, long live country music
May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives
Oh, never die

Here's to the troubadours that tip their hats
To the Hanks that came before them
May that Grand Ole Opry circle be unbroken

Long live country music
Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights
Oh, long live country music
May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives
Never die

(Long live country music)
Country music, never die
(Long, long live country music)
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Writer: Philip Eugene O'Donnell, Trent Willman, Wade Kirby
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




The Painter

She talks about the future like she's flippin' through a magazine
Finds the beauty in the thrown away and broken things
Gets excited about all my crazy dreams

Got every sunset that she's ever seen memorized
Saves in a way for a rainy day or stormy night
The sky's brighter lookin' at it through her eyes

I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter

She reminds me that it ain't too late to start again
Fine is good but you need some blue every now and then
How'd I live so long without her reckless touch?

I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter

I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter
She's the painter
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Writer: Benjy Davis, Kat Higgins, Ryan Larkins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Make Me A Mop

Make me a mop to clean up the messes
That I've made in my life
Lord, make me a spoon, smooth on the edges
When my words wanna reach for a knife

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Make me the nail, you hold the hammer
Drive me straight and drive me true
Lord, build me a heart with room for forgiveness
And just let me live there for a minute or two

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Mm

And I know I'll never be shiny and perfect
But give me a bucket and I'll get to workin'
Take all this pain and give me a purpose
I'll be whatever you choose

Make me a mop, just use me for somethin'
More than just cleanin' up my own puddle of tears
Lord, make me a song in some old, dusty jukebox
Just make me feel somethin' I ain't felt in years

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Take me, huh
Break me
Lord, make me
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Writer: Allen Shamblin, Connie Harrington, Jessi Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Leather is the ninth studio album and third major-label album by singer Cody Johnson

Johnson has stated that the 12 tracks released on November 3 are the first part of a "24-track deluxe album".
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Trent Willmon
Released: November 3rd, 2023
Year: 2023

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