ERNEST - Nashville, Tennessee Lyrics
I Went To College / I Went To Jail
I went to college and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top? Hell, it's hard to tell
I went to college and I went to jail
We both grew up in the 615
Both sides of the train tracks
Had two different lives
Both sons of sinners, needing set free
We met at a party over big bags of weed
And I went to college, I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top? Hell, it's hard to tell
I went to college and I went to jail
Well, I was supposed to go four years and quit after one
I was sentenced to seven but after four, I was done
Well, I burned all my books, I stayed up and read
I could've been a doctor, I should've been dead
And I went to college, I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top? Hell, it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
Well, who could've figured and who could've known?
We'd both wind up working down on music row
With ten years hard labor we've both paid our dues
I'm singing that country, I'm singing them blues
And I went to college, I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top? Hell, it's hard to tell
I went to college and I went to jail
I went to college
And I went 448 2nd Avenue North of Criminal Justice Center
To jail
Writer: Chandler Paul Walters, Ernest Keith Smith, Luke Bryan, Rivers Rutherford
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ain't As Easy
Your memories won't quit
The ones I'm out here dying to forget
They ain't let up, not one moment or one bit
And if they're gonna, well, they haven't done it yet
So I just keep drinking
I thought that I could drown 'em
In some magic whiskey fountain
But the only thing I've drowned in is me
And if all this climbing walls
Could lead to somewhere better off
I wouldn't be so lost in misery
Oh, believe me
It ain't as easy as I thought it would be
Same old silly me
Thinking I could finally set my heart free
The one you tore apart when you just had to leave
And leave me with all these dreams that'll never come true
I thought that I could drown 'em
In some magic whiskey fountain
But the only thing I've drowned in is me
And if all this climbing walls
Could lead to somewhere better off
I wouldn't be so lost in misery
Oh, believe me
It ain't as easy as I thought it would be
So what if I don't get over you?
It looks like I won't get over you
I thought that I could drown 'em
In some magic whiskey fountain
But the only thing I've drowned in is me
And if all this climbing walls
Could lead to somewhere better off
Well, I wouldn't be so lost in misery
Oh, believe me
It ain't as easy as I thought it would be, oh
Oh, believe me
It ain't as easy as I thought it would be
Writer: Chandler Paul Walters, Dean Dillon, Ernest Keith Smith, Jessie Jo Dillion
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Why Dallas
I know the stars are bright above that little Texas town
I bet I'm nowhere near her mind right now
Oh, but I can't say the same
It's been thundering and rain
I'm so full of all this liquor
And I'm drowning in this pain
I'm wondering
Why, Dallas, did you take her from me?
Everything was fine out here in Nashville, Tennessee
We went from chasing Amarillo
Now I'm chasing memories
I'm wondering, why did you take her from me? (Go on)
If I could see the ocean I would pour it on my head
Float around this desert like a possum playing dead
Maybe I could drift back to her heart and find a bed
Maybe she'll forget last night and everything I said
I'm wondering
Why, Dallas, did you take her from me?
Everything was fine out on a beach here in Maui
We went from chasing Amarillo
Now I'm chasing memories
I'm wondering, why did you take her from me?
Come on play something
Oh why, Dallas, did you take her from me?
Everything was perfect out here in Nashville, Tennessee
We went from chasing Amarillo
Now I'm chasing memories
I'm wondering why did you take her?
Roll my heart right up and break it?
Yeah, why did you take her from me?
Writer: Chandler Paul Walters, Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Jordan Michael Merrigan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
One More Heartache
I just come into this bar
To have a quick one
Maybe give the bowling game a whirl
Well you sat down next to me
And in a minute I could see
That you're a complicated kinda girl
You say there's someone home waitin' for you
But you don't really care much if he cares
If you're prayin' for a chance
Had a really big romance
I don't think I'm the answer to your prayers
'Cause I've got all the heartaches
I can handle back at home
I got all the pain and sufferin' I can use
While I thank you for your gracious invitation
I'll call you when I'm runnin' short to blues
It's true that you might love me
More than she does
And we might be a whole lot more than friends
But I might start to love you as much as he does
And then you'd be out looking once again
I've been traveling down
Love's rocky road a long time
And I guess that I should know a danger sign
So you stay here try to drown your trouble
And I guess I'll go walking home to mine
'Cause I've got all the heartaches
I'll call you when I'm runnin' out of blues
Writer: SHEL SILVERSTEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
Hangin' On
Since your gone I still have that same old number
And I still drive that same old pickup truck
It would not start again this morning
But you know that is just my luck
And I am still hanging out with that same old crowd
It helps to pass the time
And time is all I got now to keep me from losing my mind
You say our love is gone but I am hanging on
Getting through just one more day
But each day gets a little longer
Since you up and walked away
When I ask what is our chances
You say a million to one
Well as long as there is just one chance
I will just keep hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Love and marriage is like a life long time gamble
Sometimes you win sometimes you will lose
But I always felt like a winner
Since I feel in love with you
And I am still hanging on to that same old hope
That you will come back home in time
As long as I have just one chance
It keeps me from losing my mind
You say our love is gone but I am hanging on
Getting through just one more day
But each day gets a little longer
Since you up and walked away
When I ask what is our chances
You say a million to one
Well as long as there is just one chance
I will just keep hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Hanging on
Writer: ERNEST FLATT
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Did It For The Story
They put the pen to paper
With a little whiskey and wine
She loved his sense of humor
He loved the way that she smiled
Knew she was gone tomorrow
She knew that he couldn't stay
But they were here today
Yeah, but they both knew
Forever wasn't in the cards that they drew
They danced around a wasted I love you
They had a feeling it would never come true
They just did it for the story, did it for the night
They did it for the feelings that they didn't wanna fight
Went down in a blaze of glory, they wouldn't trade the flames
They made a bunch of memories and they made up both the names
They just did it for the story
Did it for the only reason on their minds
And now it's on their minds all the time
And when they left the bar, didn't make it very far, yeah
They wound up 'round the corner somewhere underneath the stars
No, it didn't take 'em long for they were good and gone
Yeah, they made a little love to a couple country songs
Hey, but they both knew
Forever wasn't in the cards that they drew
They danced around a faded I-love-you
And they had a feeling it would never come true
They just did it for the story, did it for the night
They did it for the feelings that they didn't wanna fight
Went down in a blaze of glory, they wouldn't trade the flames
They made a bunch of memories and they made up both the names
They just did it for the story
Did it for the only reason on their minds
And now it's on their minds all the time
They just did it for the story, did it for the night
They did it for the feelings that they didn't wanna fight
Went down in a blaze of glory, they wouldn't trade the flames
They made a bunch of memories and they made up both the names
They just did it for the story
Did it for the only reason on their minds
And now it's on their minds all the time
Writer: Blake Pendergrass, Ernest Keith Smith, John Calton, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
How'd We Get Here
Hey darlin', look at us here having ourself a big time
You've put a little sunshine in this beat up heart of mine
Seems like yesterday two strangers spinning 'round the sun
Now these strangers out here makin' plans for any kind of fun
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Ain't like we were using us some glove-box paper map
Just a couple thoughts and wondered after one too many laughs
Maybe an appearance in a dream
But that's the only reason I can think we'd be where we are
Talkin' about the moon and how it wound up with the stars
Nah, we ain't gettin' lost 'cause we ain't really gone that far
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Well, it's funny, if you think about it, how out of the blue
'Til now just doing circles, not one single thought of you
Then I let myself go down that damned old what if lane
Sometimes it feels like it's been said but we ain't said a thing
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Ain't like we were using us some glove-box paper map
Just a couple thoughts and wondered after one too many laughs
Maybe an appearance in a dream
But that's the only reason I can think we'd be where we are
Talkin' about the moon and how it wound up with the stars
Nah, we ain't gettin' lost 'cause we ain't really gone that far
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Ah, somebody tell 'em
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Ain't like we were using us some glove-box paper map
Just a couple thoughts and wondered after one too many laughs
Maybe an appearance in a dream
But that's the only reason I can think we'd be where we are
Talkin' about the moon and how it wound up with the stars
Nah, we ain't gettin' lost 'cause we ain't really gone that far
"How'd we get here?", you ask
"How'd we get here?", you ask
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Never Said I Love You
I've told you that I want you
I've held you in my arms
I've whispered in your ear
I don't wanna be apart
I wanted nights to last forever
But knew forever'd just be damned
Yeah, I know goodbye's never easy
Girl, believe me
One day, you'll understand
Why I never said I love you
I never said I could
And it ain't that I don't want to
Hell, even if I should
It's best that I don't try
I'd hate to have to lie
And act like this good thing won't die
Baby, that's why
I never said I loved you
I bet you hate me and I get it
Hell, most nights, I hate me too
There ain't a streetlight in this city
That ain't turned on for me and you
And when all is said and done
It's probably better off this way
Someone somewhere's gonna catch you
And mean the words I couldn't say
I never said I love you
I never said I could
And it ain't that I don't want to
Hell, even if I should
It's best that I don't try
I'd hate to have to lie
And act like this good thing won't die
Baby, that's why
I never said I loved you, no
I never said I loved you
I never said I could
And it ain't that I don't want to
Hell, even if I should
It's best that I don't try
I'd hate to have to lie
And act like this good thing won't die
Baby, that's why
I never said I loved you
I never said I loved you
Writer: Chandler Paul Walters, Ernest Keith Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Would If I Could
You say that you would like to try again
You'd open up your heart and let us back in
Well, part of me wants to so bad, I can't stand it
Part of me wants to be perfectly candid
I would if I could but I can't
So I won't but I want to
I'd love to say yes but it's best if I don't
Though I'd like to
I love you enough that I'm letting you go
I love you so much that I'm telling you no
I would if I could but I can't
So I won't but I want to
You're telling me things would be different this time
I wish your change of heart would change my mind
I want to believe you, I'd try us again
If I really believed there was some future in it
I would if I could but I can't
So I won't but I want to
I'd love to say yes but it's best if I don't
Though I'd like to
I love you enough that I'm letting you go
I love you so much that I'm telling you no
I would if I could but I can't
So I won't
I would if I could
I do and I don't
I would if I could but I can't
So I won't but I want to
Writer: Dean Dillon, Donald R Ewing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Honkytonk Fairytale
I thought there might be a genie
In the bottom of this bottle but there ain't
I learned the hard way
Thought I could click these boots together
It'd take me back to better weather
Mm, when I had you and we had everything
So I'll just close my eyes
And find that sweet escape
To where that neon never turns to dawn
House band plays our favorite songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well, whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls, ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes, ain't no chance
I'll have to come back to this heartbroke, lonely hell
That's my honkytonk fairy tale
I wish this dusty rug was a magic carpet
Take me back to where we started
That little bar off of eighteenth avenue
Sometimes I swear I hear you in the wind
You say you're coming back again
But it's only ever in my mind
So I'll close my eyes and chase the light
To where that neon never turns to dawn
House band plays our favorite songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well, whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls, ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes, ain't no chance
I'll have to come back to this heartbroke, lonely hell
That's my honkytonk fairy tale
Yeah, if I drink all this bourbon
It'll either stop the hurting
Or I'll get to stay forever there this time
Where the neon never turns to dawn
House band plays them Whitley songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls, ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes, ain't no chance
I'll have to come back to this heartbroke, lonely hell
That's my honkytonk fairy tale
Mm, my honkytonk fairy tale
Writer: Brad Clawson, Dallas Wilson, Ernest Keith Smith, Rafe Tenpenny
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Smokin’ Gun
From both sides of the track
Out here in Nashville, Tennessee
They ain't rolling out red carpets
For a sinning man like me
But if they did I'd probably walk 'em
Through them pearly gates of Hell
I'd meet the devil at the crossroads
Shake his hand and wish him well
And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun
Load it up
I've always been a praying man
And I'll be one 'til I'm gone
But there ain't a prayer that strong enough
To right me from my wrongs
So, I'll just sit here and I'll raise a glass to the men I could have been
And thank the good Lord up above, ah, that I ain't none of them
And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun
And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking—
Call my bluff and I'm still hoping
Ain't no bullets in this smoking gun
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Twinkle Twinkle (Live at Fenway Park)
I'm gonna bring a special guest out here really quick, come here, buddy
I'd like to introduce you to my son, Ryman
Can you wave at all these people?
Say Hi, hi
Ryman and me have worked up a song we're gonna play for y'all
It's called Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
And if y'all want to make him feel welcome on his first big stage
We're gonna try this out
You wanna start Twinkle Twinkle?
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
One more
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are, yeah
Writer: Jane Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Life Goes On
Don't go raisin' too much hell
Praying prayers you can't un-pray
Telling lies you can't un-tell
And breaking hearts you can't un-break
Try leaning on someone else
When you're going through something
Hey, and you ain't by yourself
Nah, we're all running from something
So look around, take it slow
Let it come, let it go
And it ain't long until it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on
So pour it up, take it in
Make it count, make amends
'Cause now it's here and then it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on
Life goes on and on and on and on
You've gotta move on when you lose
And keep on if you won
It sounds simple enough to do
But it's easier said than done
Gotta keep your head up, windows down
Go see the world, but don't forget your hometown
And I'm doing alright right now
But I'd be a lot better if I figured out how to
Look around, take it slow
Let it come, let it go
And it ain't long until it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on
So pour it up, take it in
Make it count, make amends
'Cause now it's here, and then it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on, yeah
Life goes on and on and on and on
Two lanes could take you anywhere
A lot of turns and curves between here and there
I ain't nobody, I ain't tryna preach
I'm just telling y'all what life's been telling me
To look around, take it slow
Let it come, let it go
And it ain't long until it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on
So pour it up, take it in
Make it count, make amends
'Cause now it's here and then it's gone
Life ain't fair but life goes on, yeah
Oh, life goes on and on and on and on
Yeah, life goes on
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
If You Don't Know By Now
I'm just a country boy, right to the core
I'm an old ball cap, pair of faded blue jeans, nothing more
I'm the last dirt road, a long, long way from town
But you'll never know
If you don't know by now
I'm a pinch of snuff, a can of beer
I'm a lost creek bank with a fishing pole and an old lawn chair
I'm an old flat top, porch picking while the sun goes down
But you'll never know
If you don't know by now
I love you too, girl
Everything that makes you you, girl
You're what makes my world go 'round
But you'll never know
If you don't know by now
I'm a coffee black, a Sunday nap
I'm a meat and three with a cold sweet tea at grandma's house
It's the little things
Always meant the most to me somehow
But you'll never know
If you don't know by now
I love you too, girl
Everything that makes you you, girl
You're what makes my world go 'round
But you'll never know
If you don't know by now
If you don't know by now
If you don't know by now
Writer: Clint Daniels, Dale Dodson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
You Don't Have To Die
Well, I don't sleep in an old pine box six feet in the ground
And you won't find my name in stone anywhere around
Just because I'm still drawing breath don't mean I'm alive
'Cause you don't have to die to lose your life
I'm drinkin' like there's no tomorrow
And I pray to God there ain't
'Cause one more day without her love
Is one more than I can take
So don't tell me just hang on
Somehow, I'll survive
'Cause you don't have to die to lose your life
I don't need you, I don't love you
Were my final words
Before I fell straight to Hell
Right here on Earth
I told myself I could live without her
I guess I was right
But you don't have to die to lose your life
I'm drinkin' like there's no tomorrow
And I pray to God there ain't
'Cause one more day without her love's
One more than I can take
So don't tell me just hang on
Somehow, I'll survive
'Cause you don't have to die to lose your life
Ooh, you don't have to die to lose your life
Writer: Christopher Alvin Stapleton, Clint Ingersoll
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Redneck Sh*ttt
Yeah, man, I see what you do, man
You gotta get built, put that thing on, left on straight, man
Got the stick shift, man (dang it, dang it)
(Quit touchin' my stick shift)
Yeah, look (hey, man, they gonna put that thing out)
We are doing redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Yeah, we're doing redneck shit at the Bass Pro
Larry got a shotgun, Mo got a bass boat
And wait, Hardy just pulled up in a backhoe?
I really don't know
Then we're at a bonfire burning up truck tires
Yeah, your truck's tall, that's true, but my truck's higher
We're out here looking like a white trash church choir
Howling at the moon
Doing redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Out where rednecks live
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
Just a bunch of redneck shit
Redneck shit, yeah
Okay, I think I met the Duke girl, she was wearing daisies
She only had two beers, but she was acting crazy
She slid across the hood of my car
Walked right into that bar and ordered eight more
She got out on the dance floor, broke a pool stick
Out came her accent, yeah, she lost her cool quick
Kinda like it though, it's kinda hot
Matter of fact, I like it a lot
When she does redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Out where rednecks live (I'm stuck)
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
It's just some redneck shit
Hey, hold my beer real quick (redneck shit)
Yeah, we parked out in a holler, sitting in a mud pit (son of a bitch)
Half of y'all are finished, and none of us are done yet
We work hard for our dollar, then holler at the sunset
Yeah, we've been drinking all day
But none of us are drunk yet
How?
Just doing redneck shit (donuts in the church parking lot)
That's just how us rednecks get
When we get around a bunch of rednecks
Out where rednecks live
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
It's just some redneck shit
Just a bunch of redneck shit (smells like exhaust and funnel cake)
We just some rednecks, shit (I'm f*ckin' drunk)
We're going to Loser's
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Mark L. Holman, Nicolle Galyon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Small Town Goes
Baby, you stole my line
The way that you said, "Wanna get out of here?"
You hopped up and said, "Just drive"
You knew a spot where the sky stays clear
And that sundress strap on your shoulder's fallin' down
Yeah, you sure got me figured out
I'm a sucker for small towns, roads we can ride down
Gettin' all lost on a Saturday night
I'm a fool for a full moon, you sure set the right mood
Findin' that country on the dashboard dial
Oh, if you were tryin' to get me to lean on in for a kiss
You knew just what to do
I'm a sucker for small town nights like this with a girl like you
Yeah, you sure got me good
Right where it looks like you want me to be
Out on this old truck hood
In the middle of Two Lane Town, Tennessee
And if you're tryna trick me into fallin' hard
Oh, it's lookin' good so far
I'm a sucker for small towns, roads we can ride down
Gettin' all lost on a Saturday night
I'm a fool for a full moon, you sure set the right mood
Findin' that country on the dashboard dial
Oh, if you were tryin' to get me to lean on in for a kiss
You knew just what to do
I'm a sucker for small town nights like this with a girl like you
I'm a sucker for small towns, roads we can ride down
Gettin' all lost on a Saturday night
I'm a fool for a full moon, you sure set the right mood
Findin' that country on the dashboard dial
Oh, if you were tryin' to get me to lean on in for a kiss
You knew just what to do
I'm a sucker for small town nights like this with a girl like you
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Jacob Robert Durrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Kiss Of Death
Do me like you say you will and drag me 'cross your coals
Addicted to the way your mind's so dark and hard, so cold
I see behind them eyes and girl, it ain't all baby blue
But I want all of it, yeah, I want you
'Cause I feel like dancing with the devil
Take my heart and rip it out my chest
When I'm with you I'm good as gone, girl
My angel in a fire red dress
My kiss of death
Kiss me
Kill me
Go on, dig a hole and cut the stone if you're gonna love me
Tell me there ain't poison in them finger tips, there must be
Don't mind me, I'll be alright, I think I like the pain
And if it ends tonight, that'll be okay
'Cause I feel like dancing with the devil
Take my heart and rip it out my chest
When I'm with you I'm good as gone, girl
My angel in a fire red dress
My kiss of death
Kiss me
Kill me
'Cause I feel like dancing with the devil
Take my heart and rip it out my chest
When I'm with you I'm good as gone, girl
My angel in a fire red dress
My kiss of death
Kiss me
Kill me
Kiss me
Kill me
Writer: Andy Albert, Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We've pulled too many false alarms
We're going down
And you can see it too
Yeah, we're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
I was the one you always dreamed of
You were the one I tried to draw
How dare you say there's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I'll make the most of all the sadness
You'll be a bitch because you can
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
'Cause you can't understand
We're going down
And you can see it too
Yeah, we're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Go cry about it, why don't you?
Go cry about it, why don't you?
Go cry about it, why don't you?
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should'a learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should'a learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we should'a learned somehow?
Well, my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Writer: John Clayton Mayer
Copyright: Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Ain't Too Late
She got a tattoo peeking out her blue jeans
Devil's horns on a dust cloud on the back of a Goldwing headed south
Got a bible that her daddy gave her the day that she graduated
She got a hell of an attitude and a filthy little mouth
She'll be gone by the time I'm home
Starting a wildfire on her own
And I'd be damned if I didn't see this coming
From a million miles away
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Well, it ain't too late, no, you know it ain't
She hates Tom Petty, but she a damn little heartbreaker
Walking irony in a brand new pair of heels
Cigarette smoke laid out all across the dashboard
That FM dial don't work, and I doubt it ever will
But still
She'll be gone by the time I'm home
Starting a wildfire on her own
And I'd be damned if I didn't see this coming
From a million miles away
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Oh, it ain't too late
Last I heard
She's in somewhere Arizona with a new guy payin' her rent
He's twice her age and rich as hell
Her mom and daddy wonder if she ever coming home
She'd rather be out in her own little zone doing her own thing
She gonna break that old man's heart
She'll be gone by the time he's home
Starting a wildfire on her own
I'd be damned if I didn't see this coming
From a million miles away
Oh, baby, it ain't too late
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Baby, it ain't too late to turn around
Aw, yeah
Oh baby, no, it ain't too late now you know it ain't
To get to turnin' around
Ah, it ain't too late, no, you know it ain't
Writer: Chandler Paul Walters, Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Jordan Michael Merrigan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sayin' You Love Me
I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day, can't even hide it
I'ma hop up in the truck and I-65 it
Eighty-five goin' straight to your drive
Then I'm diving in them neon eyes
Crazy you get me when nobody can get me
Baby, you fix me when nobody can fix me
Doin' them things that you always do
Mm, and it feels brand new
When you say that you want me (say that you want me)
Without saying you want me (say that you want me)
Baby, say that you need me, make it look easy
Don't just lead me on, I hate when you tease me
When we're kissin' on a two-lane road
Tell me all the things that I already know
Ohh-oh, I'm addicted to the way that you crush me
Whenever you touch me, can't get enough of me
I love how you love me without saying you love me
Oh, saying you love me
4:18 on the dashboard, tick-tock
Sun's about to come up soon
I'm feeling that feeling every time that our lips lock
Girl, you send me over the moon
When you say that you want me (say that you want me)
Without saying you want me (say that you want me)
Baby, say that you need me, make it look easy
Don't just lead me on, I hate when you tease me
When we're kissin' on a two-lane road
Tell me all the things that I already know
Ohh-oh, I'm addicted to the way that you crush me
Whenever you touch me, can't get enough of me
I love how you love me without saying you love me
(Saying you love me)
Yeah, saying you love me
It's the way your shadow moves on the wall
And you let your blond hair fall
When you say that you want me
Without saying you want me
Baby, say that you need me, make it look easy
Don't just lead me on, hate when you tease me
When we're kissin' on a two-lane road
Tell me all the things that I already know
Ohh-oh, I'm addicted to the way that you crush me
Whenever you touch me, can't get enough of me
I love how you love me without saying you love me
(Saying you love me)
Saying you love me
Saying you love me
(Saying you love me)
Saying you love me
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, James Malcolm Mcnair, Mark L. Holman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Summertime Flies
Shotgun-ridin' with the windows down
Eighty-five days in a cornfield town
Blond hair singing to the radio
Baby never looked so good
I wish these days could last a little longer
But as soon as all these feelings go get stronger
It's like my how
Summertime flies
When you got a sweet thing right beside ya
Funny how you fall then fall will find ya
Sayin' goodbye to a girl you need
Got too lost in her deep blue eyes
Way too easy to start that fire
Every time we get there we get higher
And then she's gone, stuck on your mind, like right now
My how summertime flies
Moon goin' down on our last night
Hood of my truck, got me wrapped up tight
Kissin' that whiskey off your lips
Oh baby, never felt this good
I wish that we could stay a little longer
But as soon as all these feelings go and get stronger
It's like my how
Summertime flies
When you got a sweet thing right beside ya
Funny how you fall then fall will find ya
Sayin' goodbye to a girl you need
Got too lost in her deep blue eyes
Way too easy to start that fire
Every time we get there we get higher
And then she's gone, stuck on your mind, like right now
My how summertime flies
Summertime flies
When you got a sweet thing right beside ya
Funny how you fall then fall will find ya
Sayin' goodbye to a girl you need
Got too lost in her deep blue eyes
Way too easy to start that fire
Every time we get there we get higher
And then she's gone, stuck on your mind, like right now
My how summertime flies
How summertime flies
It just passes by you
Keeps you wondering why
My how summertime flies
How summertime flies
It just passes by you
Keeps you wondering why
My how summertime flies
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Jacob Robert Durrett, Rafe Tenpenny, Ross Joseph Portaro
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ain't Right Ain't Wrong
Make it make sense, girl
Color my wonder like love letters left in the rain
This city sky slowly turns on through the windows
And this fire ain't just any old flame
'Tween pain pills and phone calls
Late nights and hard falls
Heaven knows I'm far from well
Somehow, this hangover's nothing compared to
The way I feel under your spell
It ain't good, it ain't bad
It ain't right, it ain't wrong
One minute you're here, and the next one you're gone
You're on your way, and Lord knows I'm on mine
Maybe we could stay longer next time
It ain't fair, but it's true
It ain't words in a song
It ain't good, it ain't bad
Ain't right, it ain't wrong
Oh, but I wouldn't trade it for the world that God damned
And drowned in the tears of his own
'Cause this ain't no house, and these four walls mean nothing
But wrapped up in you feels like home
If Hell's made for sinners like me with addictions
Now, I'm clenching my fist all the way
'Cause you're too damn pretty, and I'm too damn stubborn
And neither of us get too afraid
It ain't good, it ain't bad
It ain't right, it ain't wrong
One minute you're here, and the next one you're gone
You're on your way, and Lord knows I'm on mine
Maybe we could stay longer next time
It ain't fair, but it's true
Ain't words in a song
It ain't good, it ain't bad
Ain't right, it ain't wrong
It ain't good, it ain't bad
Ain't right, it ain't wrong
One minute you're here, and the next one you're gone
You're on your way, and Lord knows I'm on mine
Maybe we could stay longer next time
It ain't fair but it's true
Ain't words in a song
It ain't good, it ain't bad
Ain't right, it ain't wrong
It ain't right, it ain't wrong
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Rhys Rutherford, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Creep
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eyes
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
Oh, in a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so damn special
But I'm a creep
Yeah, I'm a weirdo
The hell am I doin' here?
Oh, I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
Oh, I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
Yeah, I want a perfect soul
And I want you to notice
Oh, when I'm not around
Yeah, I so f*cking special
Oh, I wish I was special
No
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here, yeah
But I'm a creep
Yeah, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
Oh, I don't belong here
I'm a creep
Hey, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
Oh, I don't belong here
Writer: Mike Hazelwood, Albert Louis Hammond, Edward John O'Brien, Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bars On My Heart
My heart
Daily my heart
Will lift up a song to you
You have been good
You have been so good
To me
I can not hide it no more
I got to tell the whole world
You have so good to me
Your goodness surrounds me
Like a shield
Wherever I find myself
You have been so good to me
Writer: Ernest Abel Ndukwe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Dollar To Cash
I've worked days and late nights
Hell, I've done alright
Enough so that I can't complain
My truck's all paid off, I got a house that I bought
And a few extra bucks in the bank
I gave my whole life
To these heartbreak songs that I sing
So when they lay me down in this honky-tonk town
Here's how my will's gonna read
Play some Loretta and dial up some Jones
Don't rock the jukebox, play old country songs
Can't take it with me when I'm six feet under that grass
So give my last paycheck to Paycheck
My last dollar to Cash
When this big ring of fire's just a small pile of ash
And there's a tombstone up over my head
Find an old bar where there's still steel guitar
Take a twenty for my last request
Play some Loretta and dial up some Jones
Don't rock the jukebox, play old country songs
Can't take it with me when I'm six feet under that grass
So give my last paycheck to Paycheck
My last dollar to Cash
So play some Loretta and dial up some Jones
Don't rock the jukebox, play Merle Haggard songs
Can't take it with me when I'm six feet up under that grass
So give my last paycheck to Paycheck
My last dollar to Cash
Writer: Brett Tyler, Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Rafe Tenpenny
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
