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
Cody Johnson - Leather (Deluxe Edition) Album Lyrics
Cody Johnson - Leather (Deluxe Edition) Lyrics
- Work Boots
- Double Down
- Watching My Old Flame
- Thats Texas
- Dirt Cheap
- Jesus Loves You
- Whiskey Bent
- Leather
- People In The Back
- Long Live Country Music
- The Painter
- Make Me A Mop
- Overdue
- The Fall
- How Do You Sleep At Night?
- Country Boy Singin' The Blues
- Georgia Peaches
- Damn Good Life
- C'mon Cowgirl
- I Wished It Was You
- Take It Like A Man
- I'm Gonna Love You
- Made In the USA
- Over Missin' You
- The Mustang
Writer: Brett Beavers, Canaan Smith, Jason Afable
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
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
Writer: Clint Allen Daniels, James Adam Nergenah, Jeff Hyde
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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
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
Writer: Clint Daniels, George Varble, Kathleen Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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
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
Writer: Andy Sheridan, Erik Anderson, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"
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"
Writer: Josh Michael Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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)
'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)
Writer: Mark L. Holman, Michael Hardy, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Whiskey Bent
[ Featuring Jelly Roll ]
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
Writer: Adam James, Mikey Reaves, Rocky Block
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
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
Writer: Ian Crawford Munsick, Jeremy Spillman, Rivers Rutherford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
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
Writer: Austin Taylor Smith, Devin Dawson, Mark Allen Trussell
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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)
Writer: Philip Eugene O'Donnell, Trent Willman, Wade Kirby
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
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
Writer: Benjy Davis, Kat Higgins, Ryan Larkins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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
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
Writer: Allen Shamblin, Connie Harrington, Jessi Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Overdue
She's been too long lonely, too long sad
Time's the only thing she's had
To hold onto, she's overdue
She's got wants and she's got needs
A girl like her deserves to be loved
Through and through, she's overdue
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning her broken heart loose
Throwing goodbye over her shoulder
Like people starting over do
Well, I've got her laughing
Helped her find that smile
We've been dancing for a little while
She said, "I'm glad I met you"
I said, "Girl, I'm glad too"
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning her broken heart loose
Throwing goodbye over her shoulder
Like people starting over do
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning our broken hearts loose
Throwing goodbye over our shoulders
Like people starting over do
She's overdue
Time's the only thing she's had
To hold onto, she's overdue
She's got wants and she's got needs
A girl like her deserves to be loved
Through and through, she's overdue
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning her broken heart loose
Throwing goodbye over her shoulder
Like people starting over do
Well, I've got her laughing
Helped her find that smile
We've been dancing for a little while
She said, "I'm glad I met you"
I said, "Girl, I'm glad too"
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning her broken heart loose
Throwing goodbye over her shoulder
Like people starting over do
Overdue for a weekend good-time drink or two
Turning our broken hearts loose
Throwing goodbye over our shoulders
Like people starting over do
She's overdue
Writer: Cody Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Fall
I've been good time drunk enough to be bad time sober
Broke a map dot's heart when it disappeared over my shoulder
I've been headstrong right and deadend wrong
Good with God, but I dropped the ball
Spent my whole life holding on
But even when I feel lost
The ride was worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
I've had some nowhere near it's
And some almost was's
Left some mommas in tears and some daddy's still cussin'
'Cause what I should've done and what I could've been
Even knowin' now what I didn't know then
I'd climb back on again
The ride is worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
The ride was worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
Broke a map dot's heart when it disappeared over my shoulder
I've been headstrong right and deadend wrong
Good with God, but I dropped the ball
Spent my whole life holding on
But even when I feel lost
The ride was worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
I've had some nowhere near it's
And some almost was's
Left some mommas in tears and some daddy's still cussin'
'Cause what I should've done and what I could've been
Even knowin' now what I didn't know then
I'd climb back on again
The ride is worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
The ride was worth the fall
The fall was worth the smiles
The smiles were worth the tears
Tears were worth the miles
Miles were worth the pain
Pain was worth it all
It's all worth this life
Life is worth the ride
The ride is worth the fall
Writer: Cody Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
How Do You Sleep At Night?
Do you toss, do you turn? Are your sheets in a mess?
Do you pass out on wine while you're still in your dress?
Do you light up some smoke? Do you take you a pill?
Just to shake off the edge of regret that you feel
Since you might as well just be a ghost
Honey, I just wanna know
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
Are you watching The Office like we used to do?
Or did you give up on it, like you did me and you?
Do you turn down the lights, yeah, all by yourself?
Well, girl, if it's with somebody else
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
Are you checkin' your phone every time that it rings
'Cause you think that it's me?
Well, baby, it ain't, nah
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
Do you pass out on wine while you're still in your dress?
Do you light up some smoke? Do you take you a pill?
Just to shake off the edge of regret that you feel
Since you might as well just be a ghost
Honey, I just wanna know
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
Are you watching The Office like we used to do?
Or did you give up on it, like you did me and you?
Do you turn down the lights, yeah, all by yourself?
Well, girl, if it's with somebody else
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
Are you checkin' your phone every time that it rings
'Cause you think that it's me?
Well, baby, it ain't, nah
How do you sleep at night knowing you hurt me?
Knowing you burned me like a cigarette?
And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
Is it me, do you wish I was still in your bed?
When you're alone in the dark, am I still in your dreams?
Since you broke my heart, girl, how do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
Writer: Michael Hardy, Nick Donley, Ryan Hurd, Zach Abend
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Country Boy Singin' The Blues
Sky ain't been rainin' and the crops ain't been growin'
It's a small town shame all up and down main
Mom and pops are closing down
Out went the cornfields, along with the farms
They put in a concrete place to park cars
Like the big cities do
And it's got this country boy singin' the blues
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around in this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
Grandaddy told me everything changes
You wake up one day, all the gravel gets paved
And the old drive-in gets drove out
I still hear the train, it just ain't as loud
I guess all this hurry's been drownin' it out
Like the big cities do
And it's got this country boy singin' the blues
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
Maybe I'll take a dirt road
Turn on some Blue Suede Shoes
The King on my radio might help me change my tune
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy (country boy), country boy singin' the blues
It's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
It's a small town shame all up and down main
Mom and pops are closing down
Out went the cornfields, along with the farms
They put in a concrete place to park cars
Like the big cities do
And it's got this country boy singin' the blues
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around in this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
Grandaddy told me everything changes
You wake up one day, all the gravel gets paved
And the old drive-in gets drove out
I still hear the train, it just ain't as loud
I guess all this hurry's been drownin' it out
Like the big cities do
And it's got this country boy singin' the blues
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
Maybe I'll take a dirt road
Turn on some Blue Suede Shoes
The King on my radio might help me change my tune
Well, I'm miles from Memphis but I feel like I'm walking on Beale
And them Delta guitars cry just like my broken heart feels
Drivin' around this town is dragging me down
This ain't the place that I knew
And it's got this country boy (country boy), country boy singin' the blues
It's got this country boy, country boy singin' the blues
Writer: Matthew Rogers, Benjamin Stennis, Cody Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Georgia Peaches
Georgia peaches, Georgia peaches
They'll tear you all to pieces
Once you run 'em through that copper line
They're burning down the county, still ain't nobody found me
They're looking for that man that's been runnin' shine
Well, my ends've been meeting lately
I bought new shoes for my babies
Yeah, the fruits of my labor, they've been doing fine
And I'd make me an honest living
If any boss round here was willing
To take on a man that's taken another's life
After ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best that I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
And every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
They still trying to find that man that's been running shine, yeah
C'mon, woo
Well, that offering plate on Sunday's been getting kinda deep
Since we changed up the brand of communion wine
Everybody starts praising Jesus once they taste some of them peaches
Wash away all their sins and strife
And after ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
And every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
As an old man now, I'm aging
I bought my kids an education
So they could lead a better life than mine
Thanks to those methamphetamines
Ain't nobody worried about me
They forgot all about the man that was running shine
And after ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best that I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
Every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They can't find that old man that was running shine
They ain't never gonna find the man that was running shine
Lord, I'm still the old man that was running shine, yes, I am
Yes, sir
They'll tear you all to pieces
Once you run 'em through that copper line
They're burning down the county, still ain't nobody found me
They're looking for that man that's been runnin' shine
Well, my ends've been meeting lately
I bought new shoes for my babies
Yeah, the fruits of my labor, they've been doing fine
And I'd make me an honest living
If any boss round here was willing
To take on a man that's taken another's life
After ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best that I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
And every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
They still trying to find that man that's been running shine, yeah
C'mon, woo
Well, that offering plate on Sunday's been getting kinda deep
Since we changed up the brand of communion wine
Everybody starts praising Jesus once they taste some of them peaches
Wash away all their sins and strife
And after ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
And every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
They're still trying to find that man that's been running shine
As an old man now, I'm aging
I bought my kids an education
So they could lead a better life than mine
Thanks to those methamphetamines
Ain't nobody worried about me
They forgot all about the man that was running shine
And after ten years in the pen
Lord, I'm doing the best that I can
Trying to provide for my kids and wife
Every lawman in every town
Lord, they all been looking around
They can't find that old man that was running shine
They ain't never gonna find the man that was running shine
Lord, I'm still the old man that was running shine, yes, I am
Yes, sir
Writer: Cody Johnson, Jake Mears, Jody Bartula
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Damn Good Life
It's 5:15, alarm clock screams
BC powder, quick, cold shower
Quiet little kiss on the cheek
These sixty hour weeks
They've been wearing on me
I've got my mind on my money
But my honey makes it hard to leave
It's just work, sleep, repeat
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, baby, it's a damn good life
Yeah, it is
Now it's paycheck Friday
We get rowdy
Make a little noise
Get a little Duke boys sideways
Yeah, I can see a cold Coors Light
At the end of this long, hard grind
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, damn, we've got a damn good life
Yeah, we do
The way I see it
You're all I'm needing
I keep trucking and working
And keep loving on you 'til it kills me
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, man, we've got a damn good life
Yeah, it's a damn hard living
But, babe, we've got a damn good life
It's a damn good life
BC powder, quick, cold shower
Quiet little kiss on the cheek
These sixty hour weeks
They've been wearing on me
I've got my mind on my money
But my honey makes it hard to leave
It's just work, sleep, repeat
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, baby, it's a damn good life
Yeah, it is
Now it's paycheck Friday
We get rowdy
Make a little noise
Get a little Duke boys sideways
Yeah, I can see a cold Coors Light
At the end of this long, hard grind
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, damn, we've got a damn good life
Yeah, we do
The way I see it
You're all I'm needing
I keep trucking and working
And keep loving on you 'til it kills me
It's sun up, coffee cup
Pedal down in the truck
Fill it up and head to town
This punch a clock don't stop
Make a little, do a lot's running me in the ground
Yeah, but even on a bad day
When I hit the driveway
Girl, I get to feeling alright
It's a damn hard living
But, man, we've got a damn good life
Yeah, it's a damn hard living
But, babe, we've got a damn good life
It's a damn good life
Writer: Frank Mandeville Rogers, Jessi Alexander, Jonathan Singleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
C'mon Cowgirl
Come on, cowgirl, climb on in this truck
Yeah, I know you don't wanna go
But first grade ain't that tough
Come on, cowgirl, let's go play outside
With the maple leaves and the make believe horses we can ride
Come on, cowgirl
The first time that I held you, I swore I'd never hold you back
But the older that you get, the more I hate the sound of that
'Cause anywhere you ever go and everything you do
You'll never meet a cowboy that loves you like I do
So come on, cowgirl, you're too young to drive
I don't care what that license says, you best be home by nine
Come on, cowgirl, turn that sad song off
I never liked him anyway, baby, it's his loss
Come on, cowgirl
The first time that I held you, I swore I'd never hold you back
But the older that you get, the more I hate the sound of that
'Cause anywhere you ever go and everything you do
You'll never meet a cowboy that loves you like I do
Come on, cowgirl
Come on, cowgirl, they're calling for the bride
I might be the one to give you away
But I'm always by your side
Come on, cowgirl, this ultrasound looks great
And if she's anything like her momma is, baby, I can't wait
Come on, cowgirl
Yeah, I know you don't wanna go
But first grade ain't that tough
Come on, cowgirl, let's go play outside
With the maple leaves and the make believe horses we can ride
Come on, cowgirl
The first time that I held you, I swore I'd never hold you back
But the older that you get, the more I hate the sound of that
'Cause anywhere you ever go and everything you do
You'll never meet a cowboy that loves you like I do
So come on, cowgirl, you're too young to drive
I don't care what that license says, you best be home by nine
Come on, cowgirl, turn that sad song off
I never liked him anyway, baby, it's his loss
Come on, cowgirl
The first time that I held you, I swore I'd never hold you back
But the older that you get, the more I hate the sound of that
'Cause anywhere you ever go and everything you do
You'll never meet a cowboy that loves you like I do
Come on, cowgirl
Come on, cowgirl, they're calling for the bride
I might be the one to give you away
But I'm always by your side
Come on, cowgirl, this ultrasound looks great
And if she's anything like her momma is, baby, I can't wait
Come on, cowgirl
Writer: Adam James, Jonathan Stark, Aby Gutierrez
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Wished It Was You
I should've left that last one on the bar
Stumbled on back home in the dark
Fell asleep alone with the TV on, but I didn't
If I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make Jack Daniels proud
But you won't pick up, so you don't know the truth
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
She might have told me, but I can't recall her name
I guess the fool in me thought it might feel the same
I told myself a lie, I even closed my eyes, but it was different
If I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make Hank Williams proud
But you won't pick up, so you don't know the truth
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
Last time I called, it didn't even ring
And it ain't like you owe me anything
So I guess that's just that
It's time to face the fact
That you ain't coming back
And if I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make the devil frown
I know you don't care, but just in case you do
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
Stumbled on back home in the dark
Fell asleep alone with the TV on, but I didn't
If I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make Jack Daniels proud
But you won't pick up, so you don't know the truth
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
She might have told me, but I can't recall her name
I guess the fool in me thought it might feel the same
I told myself a lie, I even closed my eyes, but it was different
If I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make Hank Williams proud
But you won't pick up, so you don't know the truth
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
Last time I called, it didn't even ring
And it ain't like you owe me anything
So I guess that's just that
It's time to face the fact
That you ain't coming back
And if I didn't do my best to mess it up before, I've done it now
By the time her eyes met mine, I'd drank enough to make the devil frown
I know you don't care, but just in case you do
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
It was late and I was drunk and I wished it was you
Writer: Benjy Lashar Davis, Troy Cartwright, Zach Abend
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Take It Like A Man
She took the dog and my old six string
Took her Cherokee down Sycamore Street
Didn't use a blinker or tap them brakes
Her pretty middle finger was a goodbye wave
Now that girl's gone
I could break down or saddle up and be strong
And take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride, put her goodbye on ice
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
I could throw a pity party with the man in the mirror
But that ain't never got no man nowhere
Or throw on the boots and my pearl snap shirt
I could be a boy about missing her or I could
Take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride, put her goodbye on ice
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
I could cry in my cup
Or find a neon light
And drink 'em on down and suck it on up
And take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride (ride), put her goodbye on ice (on ice)
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
Yeah, I'll take it like a man (take it like a man)
Take it like a man (take it like a man)
That just lost his girl
Bye-bye
Took her Cherokee down Sycamore Street
Didn't use a blinker or tap them brakes
Her pretty middle finger was a goodbye wave
Now that girl's gone
I could break down or saddle up and be strong
And take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride, put her goodbye on ice
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
I could throw a pity party with the man in the mirror
But that ain't never got no man nowhere
Or throw on the boots and my pearl snap shirt
I could be a boy about missing her or I could
Take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride, put her goodbye on ice
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
I could cry in my cup
Or find a neon light
And drink 'em on down and suck it on up
And take it like a man with a little hurt on him
Heartbreak ain't gotta break your heart
Daddy always said rub a little dirt on it
Wash it on down downtown at the bar
Take the jukebox for a ride (ride), put her goodbye on ice (on ice)
Stay here and drink all night like Merle
Take it like a man that just lost his girl
Yeah, I'll take it like a man (take it like a man)
Take it like a man (take it like a man)
That just lost his girl
Bye-bye
Writer: Adam Craig, Jordan Walker, Matt Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'm Gonna Love You
[ Featuring Carrie Underwood ]
[Cody Johnson]
Stars are gonna light up the midnight sky
The sun's gonna burn on the fourth of July
Tides are gonna turn with the pull of the moon
And I'm gonna love you
[Carrie Underwood]
Birds are flyin' south when the winter comes
Snow's gonna fall, and rivers gonna run
April's gonna rain, and flowers gonna bloom
And I'm gonna love you
[Cody Johnson & Carrie Underwood]
So good that it almost hurts
Steady and true as a Bible verse
My heart skips just thinkin' of you
Go on and bet it all, baby, we can't lose
Earth's gonna shake every now and then
Some runaway roads are gonna dead end
And on those days when the world feels cruel
I'm gonna love you, yeah
Ooh-mmh
So good that it almost hurts
Steady and true as a Biblе verse
My heart skips just thinkin' of you
Go on and bеt it all, baby, we can't lose
Time's gonna put a few lines on our face
We can cover it up, but hair's gonna gray
Life's gonna fly and be gone too soon
And I'm gonna love you
Baby, I'm gonna love you
Writer: Chris Stevens, Kelly Archer, Travis Denning
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment
Made In the USA
We're a Springsteen song in a second-hand Chevy
We're wrangler jeans that fit just right
We're a fourth and long, long shot hail Mary
On a home team Friday night
We're at a bar in Boston singing Sweet Home Alabama
Mixing up Kentucky bourbon with Coca-Cola from Atlanta
We're a little bit of everything rolled into one
At the end of day when it's said and done
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made in the USA
It's still the place where you can turn nothing into something
Make a good living, yeah, make a good life
If you think our best days are done, you've got another thing coming
We're just getting started, you and I, damn right
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made
I was born and raised here
Roots are gonna stay here
I thank God I was made where
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made in the USA
Got it made in the USA
I was born and raised here
Roots are gonna stay here
I thank God I was made here
Made in the USA
Made in the USA
Made in the USA
We've got it Made in the USA
We're wrangler jeans that fit just right
We're a fourth and long, long shot hail Mary
On a home team Friday night
We're at a bar in Boston singing Sweet Home Alabama
Mixing up Kentucky bourbon with Coca-Cola from Atlanta
We're a little bit of everything rolled into one
At the end of day when it's said and done
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made in the USA
It's still the place where you can turn nothing into something
Make a good living, yeah, make a good life
If you think our best days are done, you've got another thing coming
We're just getting started, you and I, damn right
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made
I was born and raised here
Roots are gonna stay here
I thank God I was made where
We still run into the fire when push comes to shove
We never back down, no, we never give up
Still home of the brave and land of the free
Out of everywhere I've been it's still where I wanna be
From the skyscraper skies to the water tower towns
Ain't running outta dreams, got enough to go around
We can pray what we wanna pray, love who we wanna love
Say what you wanna say about us but
We've got it made in the USA
Got it made in the USA
I was born and raised here
Roots are gonna stay here
I thank God I was made here
Made in the USA
Made in the USA
Made in the USA
We've got it Made in the USA
Writer: Adam James, Ben Merritt Stennis, Emily Falvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Over Missin' You
I won't lie I love this life everytime I hit the stage
The lights come on and I sing my songs
And the truth is even if it didn't pay, I do it anyway
I get that high every night just me and the crowd
We both leave there wanting more when the lights go out
'Cause you're all I think about
I'm over packing bags, I'm over being gone
I'm over waking up over 500 miles from home
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Causе I'll be over missing you
I know just what kind of kiss is waiting therе for me
And how much love we'll try to make make before I have to leave
Over you missing me
I'm over packing bags, I'm over being gone
I'm over waking up over 500 miles from home
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Cause I'll be over missing you
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Cause I'll be over missing you
Over missing you
The lights come on and I sing my songs
And the truth is even if it didn't pay, I do it anyway
I get that high every night just me and the crowd
We both leave there wanting more when the lights go out
'Cause you're all I think about
I'm over packing bags, I'm over being gone
I'm over waking up over 500 miles from home
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Causе I'll be over missing you
I know just what kind of kiss is waiting therе for me
And how much love we'll try to make make before I have to leave
Over you missing me
I'm over packing bags, I'm over being gone
I'm over waking up over 500 miles from home
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Cause I'll be over missing you
And I'm over Tucson now, hungover and overdue
And I'll be over it soon as I touch down
'Cause I'll be over missing you
Over missing you
Writer: Helene Cronin, Jesse Raub Jr, Patrick Savage, Sean Scott White
Copyright: Lyrics © BROWER AVENUE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © BROWER AVENUE MUSIC
The Mustang
I used to run just like a Mustang
With my head down in the wind
At a pace too fast to recognize the places that I've been
Living up my years of freedom
Like the words to a song
I found myself believing
That I can make it on my own
'Til I wound up on my knees
One night on the side of the road
Where I cried and said
"I'm willing, where You lead me, I will go"
I was finally tired of running wild
Across these lonely plains
I surrendered all I had
And let the master take the reigns
And now I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Often looked upon as beauty
When the Mustang runs and bucks
Some criticize the ones we ride
And pull behind our trucks
But they were put here with a purpose
That the wild ones have yet to find
Like me, they just need breaking down
To open up their eyes
You see, I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Now, who's to say the Mustang
Won't be better off this way?
Having someone he can count on
So he don't go astray
He don't sleep with one eye open
He's found peace within these bounds
And I've found a life like this
Is every bit worth settling down
'Cause I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Oh, I know I'm free
With my head down in the wind
At a pace too fast to recognize the places that I've been
Living up my years of freedom
Like the words to a song
I found myself believing
That I can make it on my own
'Til I wound up on my knees
One night on the side of the road
Where I cried and said
"I'm willing, where You lead me, I will go"
I was finally tired of running wild
Across these lonely plains
I surrendered all I had
And let the master take the reigns
And now I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Often looked upon as beauty
When the Mustang runs and bucks
Some criticize the ones we ride
And pull behind our trucks
But they were put here with a purpose
That the wild ones have yet to find
Like me, they just need breaking down
To open up their eyes
You see, I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Now, who's to say the Mustang
Won't be better off this way?
Having someone he can count on
So he don't go astray
He don't sleep with one eye open
He's found peace within these bounds
And I've found a life like this
Is every bit worth settling down
'Cause I'm free
I'm not scared and I'm not running
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence
It feels like free
Oh, I know I'm free
Writer: Cody Johnson, Wesley Bayliss
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Leather is the ninth studio album and third major-label album by American country music singer Cody Johnson. It was originally released on November 3, 2023. Johnson stated that the 12 tracks released on November 3, 2023 are the first part of a "24-track deluxe album".
The deluxe version with the extra tracks was released November 1, 2024.
Performed By:
Cody JohnsonThe deluxe version with the extra tracks was released November 1, 2024.
Genre(s): Country
Released: November 1st, 2024
Year: 2024