What's up y'all? It's T-Hub
I can't make it to the phone right now
But leave me a voicemail and I can get back to you soon
Hey there fellas, this is your brother Jervel again
Wanted to call on in, talk to you a little bit
I- I peeked in into the huge worship service this last week, you know
And- and Jesse and Steven, I heard them over there talking, you know
"Tyler got him a Tesla, Tyler got him a Tesla"
And I say, "Hey, hold on a minute
That boy still got a pickup truck in his garage, I seen it
You know, you can't say he ain't country, he ain't just gon' turn it off like cats"
Anyway it just kind of bothered me a little bit, you know, it had-
Had me upset a little bit
But anyway, talk to y'all later on
Florida Georgia Line - Can't Say I Ain't Country Album Lyrics
Florida Georgia Line - Can't Say I Ain't Country Lyrics
Writer: Brian Kelley, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cant Say I Aint Country
I wake up and get me a gas station biscuit
Head to town, wash it down with some Mountain Dew
I end every day, about the same way
Clock out and go fish just to crack a few
Chicken in a bread pan, pickin' out gulls
And cull with some ten pound tail
It might be hillbilly to a lot of folks
But Lord knows I couldn't care less
You can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
A pondwater pool, a spinner on a spool
A styrofoam full of tobacco spit
I got a small town crew, we make our own rules
I do what I do 'cause my daddy did
And you can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say that the world's flat
You can say we never made it to the moon
You can say we all come from a bunch of monkeys
But you can't say I ain't country, no
You can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say what I'm smokin' on is kinda funky
But you, you can't say I ain't
You can't say I ain't country
No you can't
Haha
Oh Lord, you can't say I ain't country
That's right
Head to town, wash it down with some Mountain Dew
I end every day, about the same way
Clock out and go fish just to crack a few
Chicken in a bread pan, pickin' out gulls
And cull with some ten pound tail
It might be hillbilly to a lot of folks
But Lord knows I couldn't care less
You can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
A pondwater pool, a spinner on a spool
A styrofoam full of tobacco spit
I got a small town crew, we make our own rules
I do what I do 'cause my daddy did
And you can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say that the world's flat
You can say we never made it to the moon
You can say we all come from a bunch of monkeys
But you can't say I ain't country, no
You can say I'm a redneck
You can say you don't like my truck
You can say that I talk and I dress all funny
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
That my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you can't say I ain't country
You can say what I'm smokin' on is kinda funky
But you, you can't say I ain't
You can't say I ain't country
No you can't
Haha
Oh Lord, you can't say I ain't country
That's right
Writer: Corey Crowder, Michael Wilson Hardy, Brian Kelley, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Simple
The way your fingers fit in mine
It's five plus five, not rocket science
This day in time, that's hard to find, it's true
The road we're on ain't a traffic jam
It's a Sunday drive on a piece of land
It's paradise as long as I'm with you
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
We used to live on Instagram
Worried 'bout who all gives a damn
'Bout where we've been and where we ended up
Then I met you and you met me
And all the rest is history
An epiphany that all we need is us
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
We're just simple like a six string
The way this world was meant to be
Like laughin', love
Make a lot out of a little
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style, yeah
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
We're just simple like a six string
The way this world was meant to be
Like laughin', love
Make a lot out of a little
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's five plus five, not rocket science
This day in time, that's hard to find, it's true
The road we're on ain't a traffic jam
It's a Sunday drive on a piece of land
It's paradise as long as I'm with you
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
We used to live on Instagram
Worried 'bout who all gives a damn
'Bout where we've been and where we ended up
Then I met you and you met me
And all the rest is history
An epiphany that all we need is us
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
We're just simple like a six string
The way this world was meant to be
Like laughin', love
Make a lot out of a little
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style, yeah
It's like one, two, three
Just as easy as can be
Just the way you look at me
You make me smile
Ain't no need to complicate it
We both know that's overrated
We've been there, it's safe to say
It ain't our style
We're just simple like a six string
The way this world was meant to be
Like laughin', love
Make a lot out of a little
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
It's just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can be
Writer: Mark L. Holman, Michael Wilson Hardy, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Brian Kelley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Talk You Out of It
Girl, I know you had a long day
You ain't feelin' them downtown lights
But I got a bottle at your favorite place
It's waitin' for us in a bucket on ice
Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy
'Cause now you're gettin' ready
I'm just sittin' here watchin' TV
Here you come lookin' like a grown man's dream
Damn, I can't believe, I can't believe
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
Yeah, as cool as it would be
Watchin' people wonder who you are
Oh, we should just say we did, we can start with a kiss
And pretend we just got back from the bar
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
Yeah, it's a little cold outside
Music's probably way too loud to hear you laugh
And there's a look in your eyes
Looks like we ain't leavin' now
Girl, I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
You ain't feelin' them downtown lights
But I got a bottle at your favorite place
It's waitin' for us in a bucket on ice
Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy
'Cause now you're gettin' ready
I'm just sittin' here watchin' TV
Here you come lookin' like a grown man's dream
Damn, I can't believe, I can't believe
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
Yeah, as cool as it would be
Watchin' people wonder who you are
Oh, we should just say we did, we can start with a kiss
And pretend we just got back from the bar
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
Yeah, it's a little cold outside
Music's probably way too loud to hear you laugh
And there's a look in your eyes
Looks like we ain't leavin' now
Girl, I'm so glad, I'm so glad
I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into takin' up my time, makin' up your mind
Switchin' back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm lookin' at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it
Writer: Alysa Maria Vanderheym, Hunter Michael Phelps, Jameson Rodgers, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All Gas No Brakes (Skit)
What's up y'all? It's BK
Can't come to the phone right now
Leave a message and I'll holler back
Hi there fellas, this is your brother Jervel again
Just wanted to call on in, talk to you a little bit
Kinda give you a little bit of excitin' news, you know
I just wan' let you know I've been selected as chaplain this weekend for the NASCAR race
And, and it just kinda made me think of y'all
And the way BK is, you know, wh-
When he found the, the love of his life and the one he wanted
It, it was, it was all gas no brakes, you know
And just, just makes me really proud of the way he moved after
And, he, there weren't no slowin' down, you know
He just, he just found what he wanted and he went and got it
So, anyway, just- just wanted to let y'all know the big news
And, and uh, anyway we'll talk on y'all later
Can't come to the phone right now
Leave a message and I'll holler back
Hi there fellas, this is your brother Jervel again
Just wanted to call on in, talk to you a little bit
Kinda give you a little bit of excitin' news, you know
I just wan' let you know I've been selected as chaplain this weekend for the NASCAR race
And, and it just kinda made me think of y'all
And the way BK is, you know, wh-
When he found the, the love of his life and the one he wanted
It, it was, it was all gas no brakes, you know
And just, just makes me really proud of the way he moved after
And, he, there weren't no slowin' down, you know
He just, he just found what he wanted and he went and got it
So, anyway, just- just wanted to let y'all know the big news
And, and uh, anyway we'll talk on y'all later
Writer: Brian Kelley, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Speed of Love
(Come on)
It was clear I had to meet her
From the first time she walked by
See the second that I seen her
Knew I had to make her mine
And just a game of pool, a little shot on a stool
And I already had her dead
It's down to business
Ain't no sense in wastin' time
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
(That's right)
Yeah, this story's real as the orange peel
Left on the barroom floor (yep)
We meant every word of that don't disturb
Hangin' on the hotel door
'Cause we was makin' out and we was knockin' boots
And it was just last night we was introduced
I guess time flies when you're movin' at the speed of love
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
Yeah, we got off tour and I ran to the store
Just to check out a diamond ring
Got a girl, she gorgeous, yeah, that's who this is for
And it's only been a couple weeks
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
We can't stop movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
(That's right)
(Come on now, keep up)
It was clear I had to meet her
From the first time she walked by
See the second that I seen her
Knew I had to make her mine
And just a game of pool, a little shot on a stool
And I already had her dead
It's down to business
Ain't no sense in wastin' time
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
(That's right)
Yeah, this story's real as the orange peel
Left on the barroom floor (yep)
We meant every word of that don't disturb
Hangin' on the hotel door
'Cause we was makin' out and we was knockin' boots
And it was just last night we was introduced
I guess time flies when you're movin' at the speed of love
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
Yeah, we got off tour and I ran to the store
Just to check out a diamond ring
Got a girl, she gorgeous, yeah, that's who this is for
And it's only been a couple weeks
It feels like we flyin' down the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we touchin'
And we kissin' and we huggin'
Yeah we're kickin' up a cloud of dust
'Cause girl we're movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
We can't stop movin'
Movin' at the speed of love
(That's right)
(Come on now, keep up)
Writer: Brian Kelley, Jordan Schmidt, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Women
(Yeah-yeah)
(Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Ooh)
(Yeah-yeah)
(Y-yeah-yeah)
Well startin' out, the only one you love is mama
Then you start growin' up and wonderin'
What made the girls start gettin' pretty
Then you start carin' 'bout how you're lookin'
Anything it takes to get 'em lookin'
Thinkin', "Damn, I gotta get one with me" (ooh ooh)
Women, God-given women
The reason we're livin'
And lovin' this life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys to the ride
Clean it up, gotta make it shine
Just to pick her up for the first time, yeah-yeah, yeah
Some girls come and go before you know it
Learn more with every hand you holdin'
Just to get you ready for the one that's right
Yeah, yeah
Women, God-given women
The reason we're livin'
And lovin' this life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides
Singin' oh, oh-ooh
Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful
Singin' oh
Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful
(Ooh ooh) bring it on down
Women
Sweet, sweet women (sweet women)
You keep the world spinnin'
And love in our eyes, it's what you do
Talkin' 'bout
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em (woo) right by our sides
Something' 'bout them, can't live without them
Oh
(Said oh, oh, oh, oh)
So
(Said oh, oh, oh, oh)
Beautiful
(So beautiful)
(So let me hear you say)
Oh (so beautiful)
So (So beautiful)
(So beautiful)
Beautiful (so perfect, babe)
(Beautiful, said you're beautiful)
Wanna thank you (yeah, yeah)
Wanna thank you (ooh, ooh)
For everything, everything you do (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Ooh)
(Yeah-yeah)
(Y-yeah-yeah)
Well startin' out, the only one you love is mama
Then you start growin' up and wonderin'
What made the girls start gettin' pretty
Then you start carin' 'bout how you're lookin'
Anything it takes to get 'em lookin'
Thinkin', "Damn, I gotta get one with me" (ooh ooh)
Women, God-given women
The reason we're livin'
And lovin' this life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys to the ride
Clean it up, gotta make it shine
Just to pick her up for the first time, yeah-yeah, yeah
Some girls come and go before you know it
Learn more with every hand you holdin'
Just to get you ready for the one that's right
Yeah, yeah
Women, God-given women
The reason we're livin'
And lovin' this life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides
Singin' oh, oh-ooh
Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful
Singin' oh
Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful
(Ooh ooh) bring it on down
Women
Sweet, sweet women (sweet women)
You keep the world spinnin'
And love in our eyes, it's what you do
Talkin' 'bout
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em (woo) right by our sides
Something' 'bout them, can't live without them
Oh
(Said oh, oh, oh, oh)
So
(Said oh, oh, oh, oh)
Beautiful
(So beautiful)
(So let me hear you say)
Oh (so beautiful)
So (So beautiful)
(So beautiful)
Beautiful (so perfect, babe)
(Beautiful, said you're beautiful)
Wanna thank you (yeah, yeah)
Wanna thank you (ooh, ooh)
For everything, everything you do (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Brian Kelley, David Arthur Garcia, Jason Derulo, Joshua O. Miller, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
People Are Different
White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y'all, take a look around
People are different
Heavy metal, hip-hop, steel toe, flip flops
Sip it slow, cold beer, hits you fast, whiskey shot
Accent, North, South, good as gold, sailor mouth
People are different
Yeah, we all know it's true
But it don't mean that me and you
Can't walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
People are different
Left wing, right wing, jailhouse, freedom ring
Old school, new school, everything in between
Like a snowflake, no fingerprint the same
And people are different
I wish that it was somethin' that we all understood
Lord knows it'd do us all some good
To walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
Yeah, people are different
You can turn on the TV
Change the channel if you don't like what you see
You can get your money back if it ain't your size
You can throw it in the trash if you don't like it
But listen
People are different
So walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
People are different
People are different
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y'all, take a look around
People are different
Heavy metal, hip-hop, steel toe, flip flops
Sip it slow, cold beer, hits you fast, whiskey shot
Accent, North, South, good as gold, sailor mouth
People are different
Yeah, we all know it's true
But it don't mean that me and you
Can't walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
People are different
Left wing, right wing, jailhouse, freedom ring
Old school, new school, everything in between
Like a snowflake, no fingerprint the same
And people are different
I wish that it was somethin' that we all understood
Lord knows it'd do us all some good
To walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
Yeah, people are different
You can turn on the TV
Change the channel if you don't like what you see
You can get your money back if it ain't your size
You can throw it in the trash if you don't like it
But listen
People are different
So walk down the street and smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve and love thy neighbor
No matter what shape, no matter what color
Break bread instead of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd all just embrace the fact
That people are different
People are different
People are different
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Writer: Hillary Lee Lindsey, Mark L. Holman, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Told You
The minute I met you
I said give me some time
I'll have you laughin' and fallin' in love
'Til you tell the whole world that you're mine, yeah
I know it don't make sense
That a girl like you
With all of your beautiful, all of your wonder
Would ever end up with a hard-headed fool
Girl I told you
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you
In my arms, and I'll never let go
I'll be standin' there, girl, when you need me
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you, yeah
I said our shadow
Would look good on my wall
I said your clothes would look better, girl
If they were scattered all up and down my hall, yeah
And it took a lot of tryin' (a whole lot of tryin')
To steal away your heart
But I told you that girl I won't ever give up
If I've got to, I'd steal you the stars
Girl I told you
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you
In my arms, and I'll never let go
I'll be standin' there, girl, when you need me
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you, yeah
I think you know when we get to heaven
Walk down streets of gold
We'll still be singin' and dancin' and lovin'
It's gon' be your hand that I hold
Girl I told you (yeah, girl I told you)
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you (yeah, girl I'll hold you)
In my arms, and I'll never let go (never let go)
I'll be standin' there girl when you need me (right when you need me)
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see (wake up and see)
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you
Yeah, girl I told you (yeah, girl I told you)
Girl I told you
Yeah, girl I told you
Yeah, oh
I said give me some time
I'll have you laughin' and fallin' in love
'Til you tell the whole world that you're mine, yeah
I know it don't make sense
That a girl like you
With all of your beautiful, all of your wonder
Would ever end up with a hard-headed fool
Girl I told you
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you
In my arms, and I'll never let go
I'll be standin' there, girl, when you need me
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you, yeah
I said our shadow
Would look good on my wall
I said your clothes would look better, girl
If they were scattered all up and down my hall, yeah
And it took a lot of tryin' (a whole lot of tryin')
To steal away your heart
But I told you that girl I won't ever give up
If I've got to, I'd steal you the stars
Girl I told you
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you
In my arms, and I'll never let go
I'll be standin' there, girl, when you need me
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you, yeah
I think you know when we get to heaven
Walk down streets of gold
We'll still be singin' and dancin' and lovin'
It's gon' be your hand that I hold
Girl I told you (yeah, girl I told you)
That I'd love you forever
And I'll hold you (yeah, girl I'll hold you)
In my arms, and I'll never let go (never let go)
I'll be standin' there girl when you need me (right when you need me)
Every mornin' you'll wake up and see (wake up and see)
I do what I say, and I say what I mean
One day we'll look back, and girl
I'm gon' say that I told you
Yeah, girl I told you (yeah, girl I told you)
Girl I told you
Yeah, girl I told you
Yeah, oh
Writer: Brian Kelley, Dallas Davidson, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sacka Puppies (Skit)
Hi there fellas, this is your brother Jervel
Just wanted to call on in, talk to you a little bit
Kinda let you know what's goin' on down here at the church, you know
I'm diggin' through these prayer requests
And looks like Jessie Lee's name is back in the basket again
You know, her mom and daddy are still worried about her
Y'all remember her, I mean she's cuter than a sack'a puppies, boy
But, you know, she used date Hardy but now she's run off with this trust fund boy
And they just worried about her, they travelin' the world
And she's worried about all the different viruses she can get
All the different food poisonings
And people eatin' all kinda different things out there, you know
So they just worried about her and want her to come back home, you know
Just wish she'd have married one of y'all boys
Anyway, talk on y'all later
Call me sometime!
Just wanted to call on in, talk to you a little bit
Kinda let you know what's goin' on down here at the church, you know
I'm diggin' through these prayer requests
And looks like Jessie Lee's name is back in the basket again
You know, her mom and daddy are still worried about her
Y'all remember her, I mean she's cuter than a sack'a puppies, boy
But, you know, she used date Hardy but now she's run off with this trust fund boy
And they just worried about her, they travelin' the world
And she's worried about all the different viruses she can get
All the different food poisonings
And people eatin' all kinda different things out there, you know
So they just worried about her and want her to come back home, you know
Just wish she'd have married one of y'all boys
Anyway, talk on y'all later
Call me sometime!
Writer: Brian Kelley, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Yall Boys
Well there's those boys, got the kind of ride
Get fifty-five to the gallon
They listen to that new school
Never heard of George or Alan
There's those boys, wear the kind of boots
You ain't supposed to get muddy (aw, man)
Ain't got a dog that lives outside
Ain't got a buddy named Buddy (come here, boy)
Yeah, I ain't hatin' on them boys
Grew up lockin' their doors
There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, son
But this one's for
Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of
Huh, y'all boys
(Yo Hardy, go and tell 'em 'bout the girls one time)
'Cause there's those girls that like gold and pearls
Dipping into trust-fund money (cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country (ha)
Didn't grow up on no county road
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man they want
Until they meet
Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of (BK!)
Y'all boys
State trophy in the hall boys
Hangin' somethin' that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys
Yeah, all of y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? (Who you gon' call?)
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? (Who you gon' fall for?)
One of them backroad runners (oh yeah)
Man, I'm glad I'm one of
Huh, y'all boys
Get fifty-five to the gallon
They listen to that new school
Never heard of George or Alan
There's those boys, wear the kind of boots
You ain't supposed to get muddy (aw, man)
Ain't got a dog that lives outside
Ain't got a buddy named Buddy (come here, boy)
Yeah, I ain't hatin' on them boys
Grew up lockin' their doors
There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, son
But this one's for
Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of
Huh, y'all boys
(Yo Hardy, go and tell 'em 'bout the girls one time)
'Cause there's those girls that like gold and pearls
Dipping into trust-fund money (cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country (ha)
Didn't grow up on no county road
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man they want
Until they meet
Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of (BK!)
Y'all boys
State trophy in the hall boys
Hangin' somethin' that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys
Yeah, all of y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? (Who you gon' call?)
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? (Who you gon' fall for?)
One of them backroad runners (oh yeah)
Man, I'm glad I'm one of
Huh, y'all boys
Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Brett Tyler Mikkelson, Jesse Vernon Frasure, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Small Town
If you leave your doors unlocked
If your garage is your body shop
If your dog's got room to run
You might be from a small town
And if you've ever kissed a girl
Spinnin' round on a Tilt-A-Whirl
At the county fair in the summer sun
You might be from a small town
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
If you've got a spot or two
Where you kick it with your high school crew
Where you drive thirty miles for a fifth of rum
You might be from a small town, yeah
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
Put the fence in the dirt, no rent paid (no rent)
What you know about church on a Wednesday?
What you know about workin' the ten days straight
On a turnrow, tryna get the bills paid
Ever raced your truck? Ever wrecked one?
Said grace in a Mexican restaurant? (Amen)
Painted "I love you," in bright red
On a water tower
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
If your garage is your body shop
If your dog's got room to run
You might be from a small town
And if you've ever kissed a girl
Spinnin' round on a Tilt-A-Whirl
At the county fair in the summer sun
You might be from a small town
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
If you've got a spot or two
Where you kick it with your high school crew
Where you drive thirty miles for a fifth of rum
You might be from a small town, yeah
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
Put the fence in the dirt, no rent paid (no rent)
What you know about church on a Wednesday?
What you know about workin' the ten days straight
On a turnrow, tryna get the bills paid
Ever raced your truck? Ever wrecked one?
Said grace in a Mexican restaurant? (Amen)
Painted "I love you," in bright red
On a water tower
I bet you've been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In a parkin' lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
Writer: Brian Kelley, Jordan Schmidt, Michael Wilson Hardy, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sittin Pretty
That sunset straight up as it gets
Short shorts resting just right on your hips
Kiss chilling on your lips
I'm for sure going to get it in a minute
First time I take another sip
That Chevrolet sitting in the driveway
Is going to stay sitting
Girl, we ain't get anywhere, but closer
I know you're in the mood
With literally nothing but each other on the to-do list
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you, sittin' pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty
Everything is feeling like it should
Don't think that it could, get any better
But this weather I wish it would
Turn up the heat, couple degrees
Get you in that AC, let down them blinds
Call it a day
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you sittin' pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, damn
I'm sitting pretty good
Pretty as a peach
As a postcard picture of a west coast beach
So pretty, if I had to bet
This is pretty much as good as it gets
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you sittin' pretty
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
Short shorts resting just right on your hips
Kiss chilling on your lips
I'm for sure going to get it in a minute
First time I take another sip
That Chevrolet sitting in the driveway
Is going to stay sitting
Girl, we ain't get anywhere, but closer
I know you're in the mood
With literally nothing but each other on the to-do list
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you, sittin' pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty
Everything is feeling like it should
Don't think that it could, get any better
But this weather I wish it would
Turn up the heat, couple degrees
Get you in that AC, let down them blinds
Call it a day
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you sittin' pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, damn
I'm sitting pretty good
Pretty as a peach
As a postcard picture of a west coast beach
So pretty, if I had to bet
This is pretty much as good as it gets
We got all damn day to do it our way
Like an old tire swing in the shade
Got it made in the sweet spot
Baby, you and me got a couple free seats on a cloud nine ride
Don't matter if we're sitting on the porch, in the car, at a bar
Or a boat down in Panama City
Gonna be a hell of a view
I'm just fine long as I'm sitting next to you sittin' pretty
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
I'm sitting pretty, yeah
I'm sitting pretty good
Writer: Jake Mitchell, Michael Wilson Hardy, Nicholas Tyler Donley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Catfish Nuggets (Skit)
Hi there fellers, this is your brother Jervel again
Just wanted to call on you, kinda need a little bit of help down here
We gonna have a, fundraising this Saturday down at the fellowship hall for Cole Buchanan
And wanted to see if you could set a couple bottles of the Old Camp
You know I don't know if y'all've heard
But Cole was down there at the catfish junction like he always is
You know, fryin' up some of his famous catfish nuggets
And he put in a little wet batch and uh, and, you know the
What it was was the, you know, the grease began to splatter
And it caught him in his left eye, and he's gon', he's gon' end up losin' it then
So we wanna help him out and see if we can't get him a false eye in there
Just one of them ones that they, kinda like a marble eye what they gon' put in there
But they gon' need a little bit of funds you know
So, if y'all could, just help out
Send us a couple bottles down and we'll see what we can get for him
You know and just, don't worry about your PRs
We'll keep it hush-hush
Anyway, talk on y'all later
Just wanted to call on you, kinda need a little bit of help down here
We gonna have a, fundraising this Saturday down at the fellowship hall for Cole Buchanan
And wanted to see if you could set a couple bottles of the Old Camp
You know I don't know if y'all've heard
But Cole was down there at the catfish junction like he always is
You know, fryin' up some of his famous catfish nuggets
And he put in a little wet batch and uh, and, you know the
What it was was the, you know, the grease began to splatter
And it caught him in his left eye, and he's gon', he's gon' end up losin' it then
So we wanna help him out and see if we can't get him a false eye in there
Just one of them ones that they, kinda like a marble eye what they gon' put in there
But they gon' need a little bit of funds you know
So, if y'all could, just help out
Send us a couple bottles down and we'll see what we can get for him
You know and just, don't worry about your PRs
We'll keep it hush-hush
Anyway, talk on y'all later
Writer: Brian Kelley, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cant Hide Red
You can trade that pickup for a brand new Cadillac
Slap you on that custom Gucci suit and ditch that camo hat
You can move from the boondocks to Beverly Hills
Drop a little hip0hop in the boombox, but still
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change
You can't hide red
With that twang when we sang
You can't hide red
Yeah, we smoke and we drink
You can't hide red
You might catch us holding doors, sayin' grace and thank you, Lord
For the good times and the good life we all live, amen
So what if we are backwards, just because you talkin' faster
Hell, you ain't got no tabaccer in your lip
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change
You can't hide red
With that twang when we sang
You can't hide red
Yeah, we smoke and we drink
You can't hide red
You can move from the boondocks to Beverly Hills
Drop a little hip-hop in the boombox, but still
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised (down-home way we raised)
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change (change)
You can't hide red (red)
With that twang (that twang) when we sang (we sang)
You can't hide red (red)
Yeah, we smoke (we smoke) and we drink (drink)
You can't hide red
Slap you on that custom Gucci suit and ditch that camo hat
You can move from the boondocks to Beverly Hills
Drop a little hip0hop in the boombox, but still
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change
You can't hide red
With that twang when we sang
You can't hide red
Yeah, we smoke and we drink
You can't hide red
You might catch us holding doors, sayin' grace and thank you, Lord
For the good times and the good life we all live, amen
So what if we are backwards, just because you talkin' faster
Hell, you ain't got no tabaccer in your lip
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change
You can't hide red
With that twang when we sang
You can't hide red
Yeah, we smoke and we drink
You can't hide red
You can move from the boondocks to Beverly Hills
Drop a little hip-hop in the boombox, but still
You can't hide red
Don't you know we were born this way
You can't hide red
You can see it in everything
Yeah, like the way we walk, the way we talk
It's the down-home way we raised (down-home way we raised)
Don't ever wanna, ain't ever gonna change (change)
You can't hide red (red)
With that twang (that twang) when we sang (we sang)
You can't hide red (red)
Yeah, we smoke (we smoke) and we drink (drink)
You can't hide red
Writer: Ben Stennis, James Malcolm III McNair, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Robert Henry Hatch, Brian Kelley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Colorado
Well, I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
Made the plans, booked the day, spent the money too
Nothin' sweet 'bout a paid-for honeymoon
Million dollar view to see, but she won't
Since "I do" turned right into "I don't"
So I'm chillin' in a cabin at the tip-top
Lookin' at a holler full of hemlocks
No cars, no bars on my phone
And just when you think I'm all alone
I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
These Appalachian folks
Probably think I'm losin' it in these trees
Yeah, but they don't know
What kind of company I keep
Yeah
Well, I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high, ooh
Jack's still on the hill 'cause Jill ran away
But Jill's got nothin' on Jack and Jane
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
Made the plans, booked the day, spent the money too
Nothin' sweet 'bout a paid-for honeymoon
Million dollar view to see, but she won't
Since "I do" turned right into "I don't"
So I'm chillin' in a cabin at the tip-top
Lookin' at a holler full of hemlocks
No cars, no bars on my phone
And just when you think I'm all alone
I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
These Appalachian folks
Probably think I'm losin' it in these trees
Yeah, but they don't know
What kind of company I keep
Yeah
Well, I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got somethin' in a bottle
And I got somethin' from a seed
Since you said you didn't love me
Since you hung me out to dry
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
I've been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high, ooh
Jack's still on the hill 'cause Jill ran away
But Jill's got nothin' on Jack and Jane
Writer: Drew Faron Green, Hunter Michael Phelps, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Like You Never Had It
I, I been waitin' all day for the sun to go down
Get away from the noise and the crowd
Girl, I been dying to get my hands on you
Run my fingers down your back
If that's where you like it at
Get it started just like that
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
You, you been wondering where I've been your whole life
Need somebody that'll fit just right
Treat your body, blow your mind
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
Lock that door
Close those curtains tight
We're going on and on, huh
And on and on all night
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
Get away from the noise and the crowd
Girl, I been dying to get my hands on you
Run my fingers down your back
If that's where you like it at
Get it started just like that
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
You, you been wondering where I've been your whole life
Need somebody that'll fit just right
Treat your body, blow your mind
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
Lock that door
Close those curtains tight
We're going on and on, huh
And on and on all night
I'll love you like you've never had it
I'll get you makin' this a habit
I'll have you calling your friends
Saying you ain't ever been
Skin on skin with a man like this
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (keep you comin' back, girl)
I'll love you like you've never had it (best you ever had, girl)
Writer: Brian Kelley, Mark L. Holman, Morgan Wallen, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Swerve
It ain't the proof of the alcohol, nah
That's got my back up against the wall
Staring at you, you, you
Watching you move, move, move, yeah
And I can't even walk across the room without losing my cool
You got my world tippin' and spinnin', doin' what you do
Yeah, you're makin' me swerve
Hey girl, what's your name?
You must get it from your mama
Does your daddy let you date with all them curves? (Curves, hey)
Hold on, yeah, where you learn to dance?
Yeah, I'ma two-step up to you with that booty in them pants
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
Yeah, I just really came to chill tonight, but
You got me silly, girl, you got me high
'Cause you so fine, fine, fine
I'm losing my mind, mind, mind, yeah
And I can't even walk across the room without losing my cool (woo)
And girl you change the game, you got me changing lanes to hang with you
Yeah, you're makin' me swerve (aw yeah)
Hey girl, what's your name?
You must get it from your mama
Does your daddy let you date with all them curves?
Hold on (hey), yeah, where you learn to dance?
Yeah, I'ma two-step up to you with that booty in them pants
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (ah yeah)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve (oh)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (woo)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me)
And I ain't ever been down this road before
And I ain't ever met no body like yours
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve, swerve
Let's go
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (ah yeah)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve (oh)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (woo)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
That's got my back up against the wall
Staring at you, you, you
Watching you move, move, move, yeah
And I can't even walk across the room without losing my cool
You got my world tippin' and spinnin', doin' what you do
Yeah, you're makin' me swerve
Hey girl, what's your name?
You must get it from your mama
Does your daddy let you date with all them curves? (Curves, hey)
Hold on, yeah, where you learn to dance?
Yeah, I'ma two-step up to you with that booty in them pants
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
Yeah, I just really came to chill tonight, but
You got me silly, girl, you got me high
'Cause you so fine, fine, fine
I'm losing my mind, mind, mind, yeah
And I can't even walk across the room without losing my cool (woo)
And girl you change the game, you got me changing lanes to hang with you
Yeah, you're makin' me swerve (aw yeah)
Hey girl, what's your name?
You must get it from your mama
Does your daddy let you date with all them curves?
Hold on (hey), yeah, where you learn to dance?
Yeah, I'ma two-step up to you with that booty in them pants
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (ah yeah)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve (oh)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (woo)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me)
And I ain't ever been down this road before
And I ain't ever met no body like yours
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve
You're making me swerve, swerve
Let's go
Way you rollin' in that body, feel like I'm in a Bugatti
And I know I'm 'bout to lose control
You're makin' me swerve
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (ah yeah)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
You're making me swerve (oh)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve) (woo)
(Makin' me swerve)
(Makin' me, makin' me swerve)
Writer: David Garcia, Joshua Miller, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Brian Kelley
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Blessings
First time I met you, knew I never could forget you, girl
You always saw the blue skies past the rainclouds in my eyes
There's music in your laughter from the floor up to the rafters
You're that happy-ever-after I've been after my whole life
Who knows where I'd be without you?
No, I just couldn't be without you
I'll just say, "Amen"
I can't count 'em on one hand
But honey, look there on your finger
I'd say I'm a lucky man
God made two lovers out of strangers
A little house on a little land
A little creek, a little Jeep
Same old moon everybody sees
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
Yesterday we celebrated our first year together
And together still feels better than that first night we met
I never dreamed that you could be so perfectly created, girl
He made a perfect angel, and He made you just for me
Who knows where I'd be without you?
No, I just couldn't be without you
I'll just say, "Amen"
I can't count 'em on one hand
But honey, look there on your finger
I'd say I'm a lucky man
God made two lovers out of strangers
A little house on a little land
A little creek, a little Jeep
Same old moon everybody sees
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
No, I can't count 'em on both hands
But honey, look here at this picture
I'd say we're a lucky fam
I'm thankful to be with you
A little house on a little land
A couple kids, two or three
Same old song that we'll always sing
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
Oh, yeah
Always take time to count your blessings
Oh
You always saw the blue skies past the rainclouds in my eyes
There's music in your laughter from the floor up to the rafters
You're that happy-ever-after I've been after my whole life
Who knows where I'd be without you?
No, I just couldn't be without you
I'll just say, "Amen"
I can't count 'em on one hand
But honey, look there on your finger
I'd say I'm a lucky man
God made two lovers out of strangers
A little house on a little land
A little creek, a little Jeep
Same old moon everybody sees
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
Yesterday we celebrated our first year together
And together still feels better than that first night we met
I never dreamed that you could be so perfectly created, girl
He made a perfect angel, and He made you just for me
Who knows where I'd be without you?
No, I just couldn't be without you
I'll just say, "Amen"
I can't count 'em on one hand
But honey, look there on your finger
I'd say I'm a lucky man
God made two lovers out of strangers
A little house on a little land
A little creek, a little Jeep
Same old moon everybody sees
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
No, I can't count 'em on both hands
But honey, look here at this picture
I'd say we're a lucky fam
I'm thankful to be with you
A little house on a little land
A couple kids, two or three
Same old song that we'll always sing
It sure ain't hard to count your blessings
Oh, yeah
Always take time to count your blessings
Oh
Writer: Brian Kelley, Jesse Frasure, Jordan Schmidt, Keith Smith, Tom Douglas, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.