Morgan Wallen - Dangerous: The Double Album Lyrics
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7 Summers
Yeah, you used to talk about
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Getting even further South
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Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
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Probably got a big ol' diamond on your hand right now
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Maybe a baby or a couple by now
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Long driveway to a big white house
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But I wonder when you're drinking if you
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Find yourself thinking about
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That boy from East Tennessee
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And I know we both knew better
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But we still said forever
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And that was seven summers
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Of Coke and Southern Comfort
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Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
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And sippin' on a sixer with me
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Does it ever make you sad to know
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That was seven summers ago?
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Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
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Of how his little girl turned out
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Think she dodged a bullet
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Of a good old boy like me
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Go drinkin', same friends on Friday
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Bought a few acres, couple roads off the highway
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Guess you never saw things my way anyway
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But I wonder when you're drinking if you
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Find yourself thinking about
+
That boy from East Tennessee
+
And I know we both knew better
+
But we still said forever
+
And that was seven summers
+
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
+
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
+
And sippin' on a sixer with me
+
Does it ever make you sad to know
+
That was seven summers ago?
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
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Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
Yeah, I wonder when you're drinking if you
+
Find yourself thinking about
+
That boy from East Tennessee
+
And I know we both knew better
+
But we still said forever
+
And that was seven summers
+
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
+
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
+
And sippin' on a sixer with me
+
Does it ever make you sad to know
+
That was seven summers ago?
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
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Yeah, you used to talk about
+
Getting even further South
+
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
+
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your hand right now
+
Maybe a baby or a couple by now
+
Long driveway to a big white house
+
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
+
Find yourself thinking about
+
That boy from East Tennessee
+
And I know we both knew better
+
But we still said forever
+
And that was seven summers
+
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
+
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
+
And sippin' on a sixer with me
+
Does it ever make you sad to know
+
That was seven summers ago?
+
Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
+
Of how his little girl turned out
+
Think she dodged a bullet
+
Of a good old boy like me
+
Go drinkin', same friends on Friday
+
Bought a few acres, couple roads off the highway
+
Guess you never saw things my way anyway
+
But I wonder when you're drinking if you
+
Find yourself thinking about
+
That boy from East Tennessee
+
And I know we both knew better
+
But we still said forever
+
And that was seven summers
+
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
+
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
+
And sippin' on a sixer with me
+
Does it ever make you sad to know
+
That was seven summers ago?
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
Yeah, I wonder when you're drinking if you
+
Find yourself thinking about
+
That boy from East Tennessee
+
And I know we both knew better
+
But we still said forever
+
And that was seven summers
+
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
+
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
+
Back then, you used to love the river
+
And sippin' on a sixer with me
+
Does it ever make you sad to know
+
That was seven summers ago?
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
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Writer: Josh Osborne, Morgan Wallen, Shane McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Quittin Time
Puttin' in that overtime and comin' up with nothin'
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Sure as hell ain't for lack of tryin'
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There's no use wastin' time in fightin' for somethin'
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When you see that white flag a flyin'
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Can you hear that whistle blow?
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There's all day thinkin' time
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And all night drinkin' time
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And time to sing or time to find
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Time to pack it in and stay down
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Pack it up and walk away now
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And give it one more day or call it a season
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I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
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There's somethin' to be said for sayin' what needs sayin'
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A suitcase says it all to me
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Before the credits roll just know I always loved you
+
So we wrote that famous final scene
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Where you turn and walk out on me
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There's all day thinkin' time
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And all night drinkin' time
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And time to sing or time to find
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Time to pack it in and stay down
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Pack it up and walk away now
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Give it one more day or call it a season
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I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
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Every future has a past
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And sometimes you want it back
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There's all day thinkin' time
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And all night drinkin' time
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And time to sing or time to find
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Time to pack it in and stay down
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Pack it up and walk away now
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Give it one more day or call it a season
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I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
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Puttin' in that overtime and comin' up with nothin'
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Sure as hell ain't for lack of tryin'
+
There's no use wastin' time in fightin' for somethin'
+
When you see that white flag a flyin'
+
Can you hear that whistle blow?
+
There's all day thinkin' time
+
And all night drinkin' time
+
And time to sing or time to find
+
Time to pack it in and stay down
+
Pack it up and walk away now
+
And give it one more day or call it a season
+
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
+
There's somethin' to be said for sayin' what needs sayin'
+
A suitcase says it all to me
+
Before the credits roll just know I always loved you
+
So we wrote that famous final scene
+
Where you turn and walk out on me
+
There's all day thinkin' time
+
And all night drinkin' time
+
And time to sing or time to find
+
Time to pack it in and stay down
+
Pack it up and walk away now
+
Give it one more day or call it a season
+
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
+
Every future has a past
+
And sometimes you want it back
+
There's all day thinkin' time
+
And all night drinkin' time
+
And time to sing or time to find
+
Time to pack it in and stay down
+
Pack it up and walk away now
+
Give it one more day or call it a season
+
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
+
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Writer: Eric Church, Josh Thompson, Luke Laird
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wonderin Bout The Wind
I don't know where the hell it comes from
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Got no idea where it goes when it leaves
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When it's here it's here when it's gone it's gone
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Kinda like them Smokey mountain fall time trees
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Guess I'll leave it to something bigger to figure it all out
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But I sure could use a little breeze right now
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Yeah if anybody out there somewhere
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Got a secret they wanna share
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Or why it does to her what it does, it does
+
It really just ain't fair
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And why it always takes her with it
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And only brings her back now and then
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Wonderin' 'bout the wind
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I don't know where the hell it comes from
+
Got no idea where it goes when it leaves
+
When it's here it's here when it's gone it's gone
+
Kinda like them Smokey mountain fall time trees
+
Guess I'll leave it to something bigger to figure it all out
+
But I sure could use a little breeze right now
+
Yeah if anybody out there somewhere
+
Got a secret they wanna share
+
Or why it does to her what it does, it does
+
It really just ain't fair
+
And why it always takes her with it
+
And only brings her back now and then
+
Wonderin' 'bout the wind
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Writer: ERNEST KEITH SMITH, MORGAN WALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Whiskey'd My Way
For a minute I thought that I would
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Couldn't even fake a smile
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Even if the bad joke sounded good
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Thought hell, might as well
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Rock bottom was calling my name
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Lookin' back now, I oughta be
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In the moving on hall of fame
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It wasn't no self-help how-to
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Or dancing with somebody new
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So I whiskey'd my way over you
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With a smile that came stumbling back in
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Guess that killed your mood
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'Cause you did what you do
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Turned around and walked out again
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So pour a little more bourbon
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Oh, it's the only thing been working
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It wasn't no self-help how-to
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Or dancing with somebody new
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
Oh, keep the barkeep workin'
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Oh, pour it on this hurtin'
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It wasn't no self-help how-to
+
And it wasn't old flames
+
Or dancing with somebody new
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
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For a minute I thought that I would
+
Couldn't even fake a smile
+
Even if the bad joke sounded good
+
Thought hell, might as well
+
Rock bottom was calling my name
+
Lookin' back now, I oughta be
+
In the moving on hall of fame
+
It wasn't no self-help how-to
+
Or dancing with somebody new
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
With a smile that came stumbling back in
+
Guess that killed your mood
+
'Cause you did what you do
+
Turned around and walked out again
+
So pour a little more bourbon
+
Oh, it's the only thing been working
+
It wasn't no self-help how-to
+
Or dancing with somebody new
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
Oh, keep the barkeep workin'
+
Oh, pour it on this hurtin'
+
It wasn't no self-help how-to
+
And it wasn't old flames
+
Or dancing with somebody new
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
So I whiskey'd my way over you
+
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Writer: Josh Miller, Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Thomas Rhett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Whatcha Think Of Country Now
When I met you I was chillin' to some old Willie
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Bet you were thinkin', "how'd I get up with this hillbilly?"
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Saw yourself sittin' pretty in the big city
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And now you're bit time diggin' on some little bitty
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Get your hand out the window
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Now you took a little ride around the farm
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Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
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Wrapped up in some country boy arms
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Now you know what it's about
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Whatcha think of country now?
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Halfway down your first country mile
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You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
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I didn't think way out was your style
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But now you know what it's about
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Whatcha think of country now?
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Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
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Ah, baby now you've seen the way my sun sets
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From a blanket on a bank of a creek bed
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And I can tell you were hooked soon as you said
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"Don't take me home, boy I ain't had enough yet"
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Now you took a little ride around the farm
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Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
+
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
+
Now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Halfway down your first country mile
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You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
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I didn't think way out was your style
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But now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
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Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
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Yeah, whatcha think about pine trees?
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Hey, whatcha think about the cool breeze?
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And whatcha think about the midnight moon?
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Ah damn, this country looks good on you
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Now you took a little ride around the farm
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Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
+
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
+
Now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Halfway down your first country mile
+
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
+
I didn't think way out was your style
+
But now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
+
Ah, baby whatcha think of country now?
+
Mm, now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
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When I met you I was chillin' to some old Willie
+
Bet you were thinkin', "how'd I get up with this hillbilly?"
+
Saw yourself sittin' pretty in the big city
+
And now you're bit time diggin' on some little bitty
+
Get your hand out the window
+
Now you took a little ride around the farm
+
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
+
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
+
Now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Halfway down your first country mile
+
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
+
I didn't think way out was your style
+
But now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
+
Ah, baby now you've seen the way my sun sets
+
From a blanket on a bank of a creek bed
+
And I can tell you were hooked soon as you said
+
"Don't take me home, boy I ain't had enough yet"
+
Now you took a little ride around the farm
+
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
+
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
+
Now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Halfway down your first country mile
+
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
+
I didn't think way out was your style
+
But now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
+
Yeah, whatcha think about pine trees?
+
Hey, whatcha think about the cool breeze?
+
And whatcha think about the midnight moon?
+
Ah damn, this country looks good on you
+
Now you took a little ride around the farm
+
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
+
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
+
Now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Halfway down your first country mile
+
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
+
I didn't think way out was your style
+
But now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
+
Ah, baby whatcha think of country now?
+
Mm, now you know what it's about
+
Whatcha think of country now?
+
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Writer: Dallas Davidson, Devin Dawson, Justin Wilson, Kyle Fishman, Mark Holman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wasted On You
I don't always wake up in the mornin'
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Pour myself a strong one
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Ah, but when I get lonely I do
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Your memory gets burnin'
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Lean back on the bourbon
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Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you
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Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again
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Yeah, I dropped the ball
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You're gone and I'm gone three sheets to the wind
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Thinking 'bout all I've wasted on you
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All of this time and all of this money
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All of these sorries I don't owe you honey
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All of these miles on this Chevy, and prayers in a pew
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All them days I spent wasted on you
+
Yeah, I swore this one'd be different
+
My heart wouldn't listen to my head and these boots on my feet
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Looks like I'm learning the hard way again
+
All of this time, and all of this money
+
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
+
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
+
All them days I spent wasted on you
+
Like this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the back
+
Right down to the flame of this match
+
All of this time, and all of this money
+
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
+
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
+
All them days I spent wasted on you
+
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I don't always wake up in the mornin'
+
Pour myself a strong one
+
Ah, but when I get lonely I do
+
Your memory gets burnin'
+
Lean back on the bourbon
+
Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you
+
Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again
+
Yeah, I dropped the ball
+
You're gone and I'm gone three sheets to the wind
+
Thinking 'bout all I've wasted on you
+
All of this time and all of this money
+
All of these sorries I don't owe you honey
+
All of these miles on this Chevy, and prayers in a pew
+
All them days I spent wasted on you
+
Yeah, I swore this one'd be different
+
My heart wouldn't listen to my head and these boots on my feet
+
Looks like I'm learning the hard way again
+
All of this time, and all of this money
+
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
+
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
+
All them days I spent wasted on you
+
Like this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the back
+
Right down to the flame of this match
+
All of this time, and all of this money
+
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
+
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
+
All them days I spent wasted on you
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Thompson, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Warning
Hanging outside that bar
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If you know what's good for your heart
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Should've said watch out
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Boy you're gonna wind up hurt
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That label on that whiskey on that seal
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Should've said don't buy no shots for no one else
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Should've come with a warning
+
Don't sip on what they're pouring you
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Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning
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Nah it ain't gonna end too good
+
Everything about that night I thought I wanted
+
Should've come with a warning
+
Should've come with a warning
+
Should've come with a warning
+
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Hanging outside that bar
+
If you know what's good for your heart
+
Should've said watch out
+
Boy you're gonna wind up hurt
+
That label on that whiskey on that seal
+
Should've said don't buy no shots for no one else
+
Should've come with a warning
+
Don't sip on what they're pouring you
+
Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning
+
Nah it ain't gonna end too good
+
Everything about that night I thought I wanted
+
Should've come with a warning
+
Should've come with a warning
+
Should've come with a warning
+
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Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
This Bar
I found myself in this bar
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Making mistakes and making new friends
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I was growing up and nothing made sense
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Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
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Couldn't wait to turn 21
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The day I did, I got too drunk
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Spinnin' 'round dizzy on the patio
+
Found out real quick how to take it slow
+
Got whiskey bent on whiskey sours
+
Ran my mouth to an out-of-towner
+
Learned a big lesson when I met the bouncer
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Making mistakes and making new friends
+
I was growing up and nothing made sense
+
Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Saw her in the corner sippin' something tall
+
Cracked a few jokes, we hit it off
+
Year down the road I'm watching her
+
Walk through the door with some new jerk
+
We had it good and it hurt so bad
+
But I had to stand my ground
+
Chased my pride with another round
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Making mistakes and making new friends
+
I was growing up and nothing made sense
+
Learning how to live with a broken heart
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Those nights, what I would give for one more
+
Bud Lights and kissin' on the front porch
+
Didn't even know what I was looking for
+
But I found myself in this bar
+
I found myself in this bar
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Ain't it strange the things you keep tucked in your heart?
+
I found myself in this bar
+
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I found myself in this bar
+
Making mistakes and making new friends
+
I was growing up and nothing made sense
+
Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
+
Couldn't wait to turn 21
+
The day I did, I got too drunk
+
Spinnin' 'round dizzy on the patio
+
Found out real quick how to take it slow
+
Got whiskey bent on whiskey sours
+
Ran my mouth to an out-of-towner
+
Learned a big lesson when I met the bouncer
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Making mistakes and making new friends
+
I was growing up and nothing made sense
+
Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Saw her in the corner sippin' something tall
+
Cracked a few jokes, we hit it off
+
Year down the road I'm watching her
+
Walk through the door with some new jerk
+
We had it good and it hurt so bad
+
But I had to stand my ground
+
Chased my pride with another round
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Making mistakes and making new friends
+
I was growing up and nothing made sense
+
Learning how to live with a broken heart
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Those nights, what I would give for one more
+
Bud Lights and kissin' on the front porch
+
Didn't even know what I was looking for
+
But I found myself in this bar
+
I found myself in this bar
+
I found myself in this bar
+
Ain't it strange the things you keep tucked in your heart?
+
I found myself in this bar
+
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Writer: Charlie Handsome, Ernest Keith Smith, Jackson Morgan, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak, Jake Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Still Goin Down
The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
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Product of some kneelin' down
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In a town where the doors don't lock
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And there's a million other people like me
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From a scene a little more podunk than pop
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I didn't choose being born in the sticks
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And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
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For some folks a back road gets old
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But for me, it just can't
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'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
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We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
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Every country girl got on her cut offs
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Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
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Still circle up big trucks around a fire
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Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
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Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
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It's still goin' down out in the country
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Somewhere now, someone's out there
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Sippin' on some hundred proof
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Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
+
A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
+
I'm just another southern hell raiser
+
Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
+
But y'all, that's all I know to say
+
So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
+
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
+
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
+
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
+
It's still goin' down out in the country
+
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
+
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
+
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
+
It's still goin' down out in the country
+
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The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
+
Product of some kneelin' down
+
In a town where the doors don't lock
+
And there's a million other people like me
+
From a scene a little more podunk than pop
+
I didn't choose being born in the sticks
+
And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
+
For some folks a back road gets old
+
But for me, it just can't
+
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
+
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
+
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
+
It's still goin' down out in the country
+
Somewhere now, someone's out there
+
Sippin' on some hundred proof
+
Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
+
A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
+
I'm just another southern hell raiser
+
Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
+
But y'all, that's all I know to say
+
So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
+
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
+
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
+
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
+
It's still goin' down out in the country
+
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
+
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
+
Every country girl got on her cut offs
+
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
+
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
+
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
+
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
+
It's still goin' down out in the country
+
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Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Somethin Country
So let's ditch this hole in the wall
+
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
+
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
+
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
+
I got a redneck, yes I do
+
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
+
I got a four by four with a toolbox
+
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
+
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
+
I got a tank full of paycheck money
+
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
+
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?
+
What you say we do somethin' country?
+
I roll with (?) In the broadway
+
Diry boots been on workin' like a dog day
+
Boots tootin' to the juke for some Conway
+
Or anything to get me own (?) Gone
+
You walked in (?) Off, lookin' real skippy
+
The hottest thing on my side of the Mississippi
+
And I can spin your 'round and 'round 'til you get dizzy
+
You look like you got (?) In your bones
+
So let's ditch this hole in the wall
+
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
+
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
+
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
+
I got a redneck, yes I do
+
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
+
I got a four by four with a toolbox
+
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
+
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
+
I got a tank full of paycheck money
+
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
+
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?
+
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So let's ditch this hole in the wall
+
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
+
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
+
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
+
I got a redneck, yes I do
+
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
+
I got a four by four with a toolbox
+
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
+
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
+
I got a tank full of paycheck money
+
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
+
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?
+
What you say we do somethin' country?
+
I roll with (?) In the broadway
+
Diry boots been on workin' like a dog day
+
Boots tootin' to the juke for some Conway
+
Or anything to get me own (?) Gone
+
You walked in (?) Off, lookin' real skippy
+
The hottest thing on my side of the Mississippi
+
And I can spin your 'round and 'round 'til you get dizzy
+
You look like you got (?) In your bones
+
So let's ditch this hole in the wall
+
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
+
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
+
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
+
I got a redneck, yes I do
+
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
+
I got a four by four with a toolbox
+
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
+
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
+
I got a tank full of paycheck money
+
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
+
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?
+
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Writer: Daniel Ross, Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Somebodys Problem
A 'Bama red 4Runner pulled into the party
+
With a 30-A sticker on the back windshield
+
Two-tone tank top slippin' off her shoulder
+
Kinda girl once she steps out, the world stands still
+
Ooh, I know where this is goin'
+
She's somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
Kinda girl once you've had her, you can't stand to lose her
+
Kinda girl where your friends tell you, "Don't eff it up"
+
Kinda girl that goes from tryin' to just to get her number
+
To slidin' through the summer, to talkin' 'bout love
+
Ooh, I think I'm likin' where it's goin'
+
I'd like to try me some of
+
Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
Oh, hey baby, don't just keep me wishin'
+
Oh, let me get to fixin'
+
Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
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A 'Bama red 4Runner pulled into the party
+
With a 30-A sticker on the back windshield
+
Two-tone tank top slippin' off her shoulder
+
Kinda girl once she steps out, the world stands still
+
Ooh, I know where this is goin'
+
She's somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
Kinda girl once you've had her, you can't stand to lose her
+
Kinda girl where your friends tell you, "Don't eff it up"
+
Kinda girl that goes from tryin' to just to get her number
+
To slidin' through the summer, to talkin' 'bout love
+
Ooh, I think I'm likin' where it's goin'
+
I'd like to try me some of
+
Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
Oh, hey baby, don't just keep me wishin'
+
Oh, let me get to fixin'
+
Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
+
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
+
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
+
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
+
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
+
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
+
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Jacob Robert Durrett, Morgan Wallen, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Silverado For Sale
Never thought I'd be calling you up today
+
Taking out an ad for this Chevrolet
+
But there's a ring in the window just down the street
+
I wanna marry her, she wants to marry me
+
Money's kinda tight, but love don't care
+
Me and this truck been everywhere
+
Just need a little spot on the back page
+
Here's what I want it to say
+
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
Don't you think there's a wild-eyed teenage kid
+
Workin' hard all summer just like I did
+
Saved up a couple thousand bucks
+
And got a girl that he's dyin' to go pick up
+
She'll steal his heart on that old bench seat
+
He'll wanna lay the world right there at her feet
+
I can see him smiling ear to ear
+
When he reads these words right here
+
This truck'll get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
Hello? Yeah, I'm the guy
+
I've got 'er all cleaned up
+
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
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Never thought I'd be calling you up today
+
Taking out an ad for this Chevrolet
+
But there's a ring in the window just down the street
+
I wanna marry her, she wants to marry me
+
Money's kinda tight, but love don't care
+
Me and this truck been everywhere
+
Just need a little spot on the back page
+
Here's what I want it to say
+
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
Don't you think there's a wild-eyed teenage kid
+
Workin' hard all summer just like I did
+
Saved up a couple thousand bucks
+
And got a girl that he's dyin' to go pick up
+
She'll steal his heart on that old bench seat
+
He'll wanna lay the world right there at her feet
+
I can see him smiling ear to ear
+
When he reads these words right here
+
This truck'll get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
Hello? Yeah, I'm the guy
+
I've got 'er all cleaned up
+
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
+
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
+
It's got a pretty good radio
+
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
+
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
+
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
+
God knows all the stories it can tell
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
I got a Silverado for sale
+
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Writer: Ben Hayslip, Dallas Davidson, Marv Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sand In My Boots
She asked me where I was from
+
I said "Somewhere you never been to"
+
Little town outside of Knoxville
+
Hidden by some dogwood trees
+
She tried talkin' with my accent
+
We held hands and waded into
+
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
+
Yeah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
I said "Let's go shoot tequila"
+
So we walked back to that beach bar
+
She said "Don't cowboy's drink whiskey?" huh
+
So we drank bottom shelf
+
She said "Damn, that sky looks perfect"
+
I said, "Girl you've never seen stars like the ones back home"
+
And she said "Maybe I should see them for myself"
+
Yeah but, now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
I said "Meet me in the mornin'"
+
And she told me I was crazy
+
Yeah, but I still thought that maybe she'd show up
+
Ah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
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She asked me where I was from
+
I said "Somewhere you never been to"
+
Little town outside of Knoxville
+
Hidden by some dogwood trees
+
She tried talkin' with my accent
+
We held hands and waded into
+
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
+
Yeah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
I said "Let's go shoot tequila"
+
So we walked back to that beach bar
+
She said "Don't cowboy's drink whiskey?" huh
+
So we drank bottom shelf
+
She said "Damn, that sky looks perfect"
+
I said, "Girl you've never seen stars like the ones back home"
+
And she said "Maybe I should see them for myself"
+
Yeah but, now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
I said "Meet me in the mornin'"
+
And she told me I was crazy
+
Yeah, but I still thought that maybe she'd show up
+
Ah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
+
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
+
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
+
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Writer: Ashley Gorley, Josh Osborne, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rednecks Red Letters Red Dirt
I made a lane on a truck with five old friends
+
Tell old lies and then tell on again
+
Ride 33 'til it is forever through
+
Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon just to (?)
+
On the same (?), On the dive bar wall
+
Where the celling's hang with the (?) Tall
+
There's something 'bout a city like this
+
Makes me miss what I grew up with
+
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
+
One life, one bar, one turf
+
Where the Lord give thanks and the shine get drink
+
While (?) Back burns, while it burns
+
Yeah, I've been away way too long
+
But tonight I'm heading back home
+
'Cause when I need to find me
+
There's only three things that'll work
+
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
+
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I made a lane on a truck with five old friends
+
Tell old lies and then tell on again
+
Ride 33 'til it is forever through
+
Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon just to (?)
+
On the same (?), On the dive bar wall
+
Where the celling's hang with the (?) Tall
+
There's something 'bout a city like this
+
Makes me miss what I grew up with
+
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
+
One life, one bar, one turf
+
Where the Lord give thanks and the shine get drink
+
While (?) Back burns, while it burns
+
Yeah, I've been away way too long
+
But tonight I'm heading back home
+
'Cause when I need to find me
+
There's only three things that'll work
+
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
+
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Writer: JOSH THOMPSON, MATTHEW PETERS DRAGSTREM, RICHARD CHASE MCGILL
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC ASSET MANAGEMENT (MAM)
Outlaw
Used to be you'd see my face on wanted posters all over this town, mmm
+
For leading lovers on until the dawn, just riding in and rolling out, mmm
+
I never thought I'd get caught
+
Yeah, at least that's what I thought
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
Guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
I can't believe you came after me with the crazy reputation that I have, mmm
+
It takes a hell of an angel to see the good inside a man so bad
+
I never thought I'd get caught
+
Yeah, at least that's what I thought
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
I guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
Mmm, yes, it does, baby
+
I was wild as a west Texas wind
+
Wild as a cowboy's ever been
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
Guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
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Used to be you'd see my face on wanted posters all over this town, mmm
+
For leading lovers on until the dawn, just riding in and rolling out, mmm
+
I never thought I'd get caught
+
Yeah, at least that's what I thought
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
Guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
I can't believe you came after me with the crazy reputation that I have, mmm
+
It takes a hell of an angel to see the good inside a man so bad
+
I never thought I'd get caught
+
Yeah, at least that's what I thought
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
I guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
Mmm, yes, it does, baby
+
I was wild as a west Texas wind
+
Wild as a cowboy's ever been
+
Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
+
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
+
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
+
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
+
Ain't trying to fight it
+
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
+
Guess that makes you an outlaw too
+
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Writer: Benjamin David Burgess, Jordan Reynolds, Josh Kerr, Patrick Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
865
And Jack D., there's a seven on the label
+
One glass on the living room table
+
Phone face down, church up loud
+
Was trying to drown you out tonight
+
But first sip, I could feel you on my shoulder
+
The Tennessee heat had me feelin' colder
+
Thought a drink would get you off my mind, but
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
You might think I don't really want you with me
+
You might tell me to empty out my whiskey
+
Or try changing what I'm holdin' in my hand
+
Try another liquor, try another brand
+
But it don't matter if I got my lips on a different drink
+
Yeah, the second that I take a sip, all I'm gonna think is
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Thought a drink would get you off my mind
+
I ain't sayin' I love you, but I might 'cause
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
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English
And Jack D., there's a seven on the label
+
One glass on the living room table
+
Phone face down, church up loud
+
Was trying to drown you out tonight
+
But first sip, I could feel you on my shoulder
+
The Tennessee heat had me feelin' colder
+
Thought a drink would get you off my mind, but
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
You might think I don't really want you with me
+
You might tell me to empty out my whiskey
+
Or try changing what I'm holdin' in my hand
+
Try another liquor, try another brand
+
But it don't matter if I got my lips on a different drink
+
Yeah, the second that I take a sip, all I'm gonna think is
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Thought a drink would get you off my mind
+
I ain't sayin' I love you, but I might 'cause
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
+
Girl, just pick it up and come over
+
Give the bedroom door a little closure
+
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
+
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
+
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Writer: Blake Pendergrass, John Byron Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Only Thing Thats Gone
(feat. Chris Stapleton)
+
She told me where I could go
+
Just stopped in here before I went
+
And I'll be here until you close
+
Or all my money's spent
+
So if you don't mind my friend
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
Here's a hundred and some change
+
I'll take whatever that'll buy
+
Leave a twenty for the band
+
If they'll lay off lonesome songs tonight
+
And whenever you get time
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone, oh no
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
And I ain't got nowhere to be
+
And I'd rather not go home
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
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English
(feat. Chris Stapleton)
+
She told me where I could go
+
Just stopped in here before I went
+
And I'll be here until you close
+
Or all my money's spent
+
So if you don't mind my friend
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
Here's a hundred and some change
+
I'll take whatever that'll buy
+
Leave a twenty for the band
+
If they'll lay off lonesome songs tonight
+
And whenever you get time
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone, oh no
+
Bartender pour me one more
+
Make it quick and make it strong
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
And I ain't got nowhere to be
+
And I'd rather not go home
+
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
+
Ain't the only thing that's gone
+
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Writer: Chase Mcgill, Josh Thompson, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Neon Eyes
They started out blue like an East Tennessee, June sky
+
Full of small town innocence
+
Guarded by a picket fence perfect till I drove by
+
You were looking for a way out and I was on my way girl
+
Once you love a cowboy you'll never be the same
+
I know right now you think this is it
+
But I'm gonna leave you with
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really gettin' what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
Right now they're glowing like the cigarette we just sparked
+
Aw, but I've seen this scene before
+
Like the lights on a liquor store
+
Pretty soon they'll go dark
+
I know you're tired of all the same shit
+
That's why you think you want this
+
I can show you first-hand, girl
+
What you wish you'd a missed
+
But if you won't take it from me
+
I guess you're gonna have to see through
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really getting what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
I don't wanna be the one to say I told you so
+
Just let me push you away before you get too close
+
I can't go and make up your mind
+
And I don't wanna be the reason behind those
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really getting what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
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They started out blue like an East Tennessee, June sky
+
Full of small town innocence
+
Guarded by a picket fence perfect till I drove by
+
You were looking for a way out and I was on my way girl
+
Once you love a cowboy you'll never be the same
+
I know right now you think this is it
+
But I'm gonna leave you with
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really gettin' what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
Right now they're glowing like the cigarette we just sparked
+
Aw, but I've seen this scene before
+
Like the lights on a liquor store
+
Pretty soon they'll go dark
+
I know you're tired of all the same shit
+
That's why you think you want this
+
I can show you first-hand, girl
+
What you wish you'd a missed
+
But if you won't take it from me
+
I guess you're gonna have to see through
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really getting what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
I don't wanna be the one to say I told you so
+
Just let me push you away before you get too close
+
I can't go and make up your mind
+
And I don't wanna be the reason behind those
+
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
+
Drinking off a dive bar highway
+
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
+
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
+
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
+
Never really getting what you came for
+
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
+
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
+
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Writer: Benjamin D Burgess, Mark Holman, Morgan Wallen, Benjamin David Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Need A Boat
This whiskey sure tastes fine right now
+
But it ain't doing the trick, no
+
It ain't getting me gone enough
+
That one shot, two shot, three shot more
+
She ain't in the picture anymore
+
This bar stool ain't working
+
It'll be me on a dock pushing off of dry land
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
Don't care if it's a pontoon, brand new, been used
+
Just wanna cast it out yonder, let my mind wander
+
Off to anything, but this
+
I'm tired of running into all my friends
+
Asking if I'm over her loving
+
Yeah, but out there where the river lets in
+
Them fish don't ask me nothing
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
I need some peace and quiet
+
I don't know who the hell is gonna buy it
+
Yeah, but I need a boat
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
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English
This whiskey sure tastes fine right now
+
But it ain't doing the trick, no
+
It ain't getting me gone enough
+
That one shot, two shot, three shot more
+
She ain't in the picture anymore
+
This bar stool ain't working
+
It'll be me on a dock pushing off of dry land
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
Don't care if it's a pontoon, brand new, been used
+
Just wanna cast it out yonder, let my mind wander
+
Off to anything, but this
+
I'm tired of running into all my friends
+
Asking if I'm over her loving
+
Yeah, but out there where the river lets in
+
Them fish don't ask me nothing
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
I need some peace and quiet
+
I don't know who the hell is gonna buy it
+
Yeah, but I need a boat
+
I need a lake, a little bit of bait
+
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
+
Yeah, what I need right now
+
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
+
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
+
Don't need no sad song on my radio
+
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
+
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Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
More Than My Hometown
Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we
+
The whole town's rooting for us like the home team
+
Most likely to settle down
+
Plant a few roots real deep and let 'em grow
+
But we can't stop this real world from spinnin' us
+
Your bright lights called, I don't blame you for pickin' up
+
Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go
+
But I just need you to know
+
That I love you more than a California sunset
+
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
+
More than a Sunday morning Lord
+
Turnin' some poor lost souls 'round, Hallelujah bound
+
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
I ain't the runaway kind, I can't change that
+
My heart's stuck in these streets like the train tracks
+
City sky ain't the same black
+
Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that
+
I love you more than a California sunset
+
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
+
More than a Sunday morning Lord
+
Turnin' some poor lost souls around, Hallelujah bound
+
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
Yeah, you got a wild in your eyes that I just wasn't born with
+
I'm a same gas station cup of coffee in the mornin'
+
I need the house on the hill, girl, not in 'em
+
So hang onto these words 'til them avenues help you forget 'em
+
'Cause I love you more than a California sunset
+
I love you more in a twenty-dollar sundress
+
Hate that loaded down car you got your keys in
+
Girl, but I hate even more that you're leavin'
+
'Cause I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But that ain't you and me so I guess I'll see you around
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more, baby, love you more
+
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Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we
+
The whole town's rooting for us like the home team
+
Most likely to settle down
+
Plant a few roots real deep and let 'em grow
+
But we can't stop this real world from spinnin' us
+
Your bright lights called, I don't blame you for pickin' up
+
Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go
+
But I just need you to know
+
That I love you more than a California sunset
+
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
+
More than a Sunday morning Lord
+
Turnin' some poor lost souls 'round, Hallelujah bound
+
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
I ain't the runaway kind, I can't change that
+
My heart's stuck in these streets like the train tracks
+
City sky ain't the same black
+
Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that
+
I love you more than a California sunset
+
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
+
More than a Sunday morning Lord
+
Turnin' some poor lost souls around, Hallelujah bound
+
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
Yeah, you got a wild in your eyes that I just wasn't born with
+
I'm a same gas station cup of coffee in the mornin'
+
I need the house on the hill, girl, not in 'em
+
So hang onto these words 'til them avenues help you forget 'em
+
'Cause I love you more than a California sunset
+
I love you more in a twenty-dollar sundress
+
Hate that loaded down car you got your keys in
+
Girl, but I hate even more that you're leavin'
+
'Cause I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
+
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
+
But that ain't you and me so I guess I'll see you around
+
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more than my hometown
+
Love you more, baby, love you more
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
More Surprised Than Me
I bought a Harvard sweatshirt off the Goodwill rack
+
Makes some people wonder if I'm smart like that
+
And that guitar layin' on the chair is worn out like my boots
+
Makes it look like I can play it better than I do
+
But nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
It's funny how some strangers like to size me up
+
This attitude it makes me street and this accent makes me dumb
+
I can tell 'em I've got pirate blood or ancient royalty
+
There's no end to the lies that I could get 'em to believe
+
But nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
Must of done somethin' right, somethin' right
+
'Cause nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she could be with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
Oh, ain't no one more surprised than me
+
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I bought a Harvard sweatshirt off the Goodwill rack
+
Makes some people wonder if I'm smart like that
+
And that guitar layin' on the chair is worn out like my boots
+
Makes it look like I can play it better than I do
+
But nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
It's funny how some strangers like to size me up
+
This attitude it makes me street and this accent makes me dumb
+
I can tell 'em I've got pirate blood or ancient royalty
+
There's no end to the lies that I could get 'em to believe
+
But nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
Must of done somethin' right, somethin' right
+
'Cause nobody buys it when we walk in
+
They say there ain't no way that she could be with him
+
In a world where nothing is what it seems
+
Ain't no one more surprised than me
+
Oh, ain't no one more surprised than me
+
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Writer: Benjamin D Burgess, Lee Miller, Niko Moon, Benjamin David Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Me On Whiskey
I know we made a downtown reservation
+
Let's get there early, get drunk, and break it
+
There's cabs outside we could wave and take one
+
To that little dive bar you like
+
I know you got your red dress on, but
+
It was always gonna come off
+
So go on and call me crazy
+
We both know it's just a matter of time, baby
+
With me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah
+
Let's get started on an all night nightcap
+
That won't wind down until the break of dawn
+
And we can keep it rollin' like that
+
'Cause right about now, it don't sound wrong
+
Girl, I know you got all dressed up
+
Yeah, and now we're gettin' all messed up
+
We don't just do it 'cause we're good at it
+
Yeah, we do it 'cause we find some good things happen
+
With me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah
+
Girl, I know you got your red dress on
+
Sittin' pretty on that old barstool
+
And we don't ever get enough of this
+
It's pretty simple, baby, all it is
+
It's me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, oh, oh
+
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If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I know we made a downtown reservation
+
Let's get there early, get drunk, and break it
+
There's cabs outside we could wave and take one
+
To that little dive bar you like
+
I know you got your red dress on, but
+
It was always gonna come off
+
So go on and call me crazy
+
We both know it's just a matter of time, baby
+
With me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah
+
Let's get started on an all night nightcap
+
That won't wind down until the break of dawn
+
And we can keep it rollin' like that
+
'Cause right about now, it don't sound wrong
+
Girl, I know you got all dressed up
+
Yeah, and now we're gettin' all messed up
+
We don't just do it 'cause we're good at it
+
Yeah, we do it 'cause we find some good things happen
+
With me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah
+
Girl, I know you got your red dress on
+
Sittin' pretty on that old barstool
+
And we don't ever get enough of this
+
It's pretty simple, baby, all it is
+
It's me on whiskey, and you on wine
+
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
+
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
+
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
+
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
+
But we got the same thing on our mind
+
I guarantee best times tend to be
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
+
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, oh, oh
+
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Writer: Ernest Smith, Mark Holman, Rodney Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Livin The Dream
Mama don't pray for my success anymore, yeah
+
But mama still prays for me
+
Seein' the world ain't really seein' the world
+
Through a window from A to B
+
Between alcohol and women and Adderall and adrenaline
+
I don't ever get no rest
+
Sign my life away to be the life of the party
+
Yeah, to everybody else
+
I look like a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Another day, another venue
+
There's trouble to get into
+
And love ain't on the menu again
+
I meet a thousand people
+
Who think I got a thousand friends
+
There's a stranger in the mirror
+
But accordin' to the pictures
+
I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
There's a stranger in the mirror
+
But accordin' to the pictures
+
I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
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Mama don't pray for my success anymore, yeah
+
But mama still prays for me
+
Seein' the world ain't really seein' the world
+
Through a window from A to B
+
Between alcohol and women and Adderall and adrenaline
+
I don't ever get no rest
+
Sign my life away to be the life of the party
+
Yeah, to everybody else
+
I look like a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Another day, another venue
+
There's trouble to get into
+
And love ain't on the menu again
+
I meet a thousand people
+
Who think I got a thousand friends
+
There's a stranger in the mirror
+
But accordin' to the pictures
+
I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
There's a stranger in the mirror
+
But accordin' to the pictures
+
I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
+
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
+
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
+
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
+
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
+
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
+
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
+
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
+
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Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Benjamin David Burgess, Jacob Robert Durrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heartless (Wallen Album Mix)
I count down 'til you call me
+
It's just one of those things
+
That you do when you're lonely
+
And you're all about the chase
+
But you won't ever let me catch you
+
And I wish I was the same
+
But I know I'm gonna let you
+
Win again and when I do
+
It's gonna hurt like Hell
+
That's what I tell myself
+
But why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles from inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Look, Monday night was definitely not our night
+
Tuesday night was just another fight
+
Wednesday, I thought everything would change
+
Thursday came and it was still the same
+
Friday night, we went out on the town
+
Saturday, we should have burned it down
+
Sunday morning came and now you're gone
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles for inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Girl, why you gotta be so in between
+
Loving me and leaving, leaving?
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles for inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
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I count down 'til you call me
+
It's just one of those things
+
That you do when you're lonely
+
And you're all about the chase
+
But you won't ever let me catch you
+
And I wish I was the same
+
But I know I'm gonna let you
+
Win again and when I do
+
It's gonna hurt like Hell
+
That's what I tell myself
+
But why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles from inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Look, Monday night was definitely not our night
+
Tuesday night was just another fight
+
Wednesday, I thought everything would change
+
Thursday came and it was still the same
+
Friday night, we went out on the town
+
Saturday, we should have burned it down
+
Sunday morning came and now you're gone
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles for inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Girl, why you gotta be so in between
+
Loving me and leaving, leaving?
+
I should probably know this shit by now
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
I know you think it's harmless
+
You're tearing me apart and
+
Girl, the hardest part is
+
You're so high on attention
+
You're taking miles for inches
+
Leave me in the darkness
+
Never finish what we started
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Why you gotta be so heartless?
+
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak, Ryan James Hurd, Morgan Wallen, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Henry Agincourt Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dangerous
I could see me sittin' in the back of a cop car
+
Back of my head on a window
+
I could see me slammin' that last call shot glass
+
Losin' everything in my billfold
+
Ooh that's what I do when I'm drinkin' about you
+
So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
+
Twist the top off another round
+
Hell I got enough loose screws
+
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
+
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
+
'Cause that could be dangerous
+
I could see me doin' just fine with a Daisy Duke dime
+
But I don't see it lastin' long
+
I could see me ordering too many drinks at the bar
+
Get the bartender pourin' them strong
+
It's what I do when I'm trying to drink you gone
+
So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
+
Twist the top off another round
+
Hell I got enough loose screws
+
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
+
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
+
'Cause that could be dangerous
+
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I could see me sittin' in the back of a cop car
+
Back of my head on a window
+
I could see me slammin' that last call shot glass
+
Losin' everything in my billfold
+
Ooh that's what I do when I'm drinkin' about you
+
So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
+
Twist the top off another round
+
Hell I got enough loose screws
+
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
+
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
+
'Cause that could be dangerous
+
I could see me doin' just fine with a Daisy Duke dime
+
But I don't see it lastin' long
+
I could see me ordering too many drinks at the bar
+
Get the bartender pourin' them strong
+
It's what I do when I'm trying to drink you gone
+
So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
+
Twist the top off another round
+
Hell I got enough loose screws
+
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
+
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
+
'Cause that could be dangerous
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cover Me Up
Tried to shoot out the sun
+
The days when we raged, we flew off the page
+
But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew
+
I was meant for someone
+
So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til someone needs medical help
+
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
I put your faith to the test
+
When I tore off your dress
+
I sobered up, I swore off that stuff
+
And the old lover's sing
+
"I thought it'd be me who helped him get home"
+
One that I'd never seen 'til you came along
+
So, girl, hang your dress out to dry
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til Percy Priest breaks open wide
+
And the river runs through
+
And carries this house on its stones
+
Like a piece of driftwood
+
So, cover me up and know you're enough
+
So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til someone needs medical help
+
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
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Tried to shoot out the sun
+
The days when we raged, we flew off the page
+
But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew
+
I was meant for someone
+
So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til someone needs medical help
+
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
I put your faith to the test
+
When I tore off your dress
+
I sobered up, I swore off that stuff
+
And the old lover's sing
+
"I thought it'd be me who helped him get home"
+
One that I'd never seen 'til you came along
+
So, girl, hang your dress out to dry
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til Percy Priest breaks open wide
+
And the river runs through
+
And carries this house on its stones
+
Like a piece of driftwood
+
So, cover me up and know you're enough
+
So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
+
We ain't leaving this room
+
'Til someone needs medical help
+
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
So cover me up and know you're enough
+
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Writer: Jason Isbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Country A$$ Shit
I don't wanna go to work
+
I don't wanna see my ex-girl
+
I don't wanna worry 'bout finding me my next girlfriend
+
At the bar where they charge your right arm for a cold can of PBR
+
Yeah, I don't wanna watch the news
+
I don't wanna pick the phone up
+
Don't wanna sit in traffic with an empty can of long cut
+
I've been doin' what I should be doin', and I'm losin' my Dodge Ram mind
+
'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
Yeah I just wanna drink a beer
+
I just wanna get a line wet
+
Let the sun put some more red on my neck
+
Wave at the girls on their rental pontoons
+
While my bass boat speakers go boom, boom
+
'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
Don't wanna shake no hands or tuck my shirt in
+
Pardon my French Mama if you're listening, but
+
I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
(They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans)
+
(But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it)
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
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I don't wanna go to work
+
I don't wanna see my ex-girl
+
I don't wanna worry 'bout finding me my next girlfriend
+
At the bar where they charge your right arm for a cold can of PBR
+
Yeah, I don't wanna watch the news
+
I don't wanna pick the phone up
+
Don't wanna sit in traffic with an empty can of long cut
+
I've been doin' what I should be doin', and I'm losin' my Dodge Ram mind
+
'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
Yeah I just wanna drink a beer
+
I just wanna get a line wet
+
Let the sun put some more red on my neck
+
Wave at the girls on their rental pontoons
+
While my bass boat speakers go boom, boom
+
'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
Don't wanna shake no hands or tuck my shirt in
+
Pardon my French Mama if you're listening, but
+
I just wanna do country ass shit
+
With my country ass friends
+
With my country ass band
+
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
+
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
+
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
+
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
(They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans)
+
(But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it)
+
'Cause me and my country ass
+
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Writer: Chase Mcgill, Jordan Schmidt, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Blame It On Me
If you get a little dirt on your new boots
+
If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze
+
If them school boys ain't got no luck
+
'Cause you start turnin' your nose up
+
At them downtown lights 'cause they ain't your kind of view
+
I hope the next boy that falls for ya don't blame you
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
If your friends start asking you what's going on
+
'Cause all you wanna hear is them country songs
+
If you start takin' gravel roads and stopping off at Texacos
+
And you wanna watch the full moon all night long, it's my fault
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Forgive me if I set the bar too high
+
With a six pack and a bass boat fishtail slide
+
If them weekend boys get boring, I don't mean to wreck it for ya
+
Yeah, it's my bad girl if you had the time of your life
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Aw blame it on, aw blame it on
+
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If you get a little dirt on your new boots
+
If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze
+
If them school boys ain't got no luck
+
'Cause you start turnin' your nose up
+
At them downtown lights 'cause they ain't your kind of view
+
I hope the next boy that falls for ya don't blame you
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
If your friends start asking you what's going on
+
'Cause all you wanna hear is them country songs
+
If you start takin' gravel roads and stopping off at Texacos
+
And you wanna watch the full moon all night long, it's my fault
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Forgive me if I set the bar too high
+
With a six pack and a bass boat fishtail slide
+
If them weekend boys get boring, I don't mean to wreck it for ya
+
Yeah, it's my bad girl if you had the time of your life
+
If you roll your eyes when them other guys
+
Try to take you out on the city
+
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
+
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
+
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
+
Oh baby, blame it on me
+
Aw blame it on, aw blame it on
+
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Beer Dont
Map dot, southern rock, buckshot, stop sign
+
Grizz pack, mantle rack, channel cat, trot line
+
Pipes ain't Bristol, but they're pretty loud though
+
'Round here, the sun goes down slow
+
Home base, that's a party spot at the Walmart
+
Second base in the parkin' lot at the ballpark
+
Sweet cherry pie slice in the boondocks
+
Skillets and the engines and the woman stay hot
+
But beer don't start nothin' but the party
+
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
+
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
+
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
+
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
+
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
+
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
+
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
+
Big boss on your back, 'bout to get a cuss-out
+
Scopes off, low shot, didn't lay the buck down
+
Baby says bye and it down right breaks you
+
Hey, just remember when you think the world hates you
+
Beer don't start nothin' but the party
+
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
+
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
+
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
+
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
+
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
+
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
+
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
+
One beer, two beet, three beer, four
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There's twenty more of 'em behind the fridge door
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Five beer, six beet, seven beer, eight
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You can keep count, but I'll tell who ain't
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Beer don't start nothin' but the party
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Beer don't taste half as good in the city
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Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
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But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
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Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
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Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
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We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
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People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
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Map dot, southern rock, buckshot, stop sign
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Grizz pack, mantle rack, channel cat, trot line
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Pipes ain't Bristol, but they're pretty loud though
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'Round here, the sun goes down slow
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Home base, that's a party spot at the Walmart
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Second base in the parkin' lot at the ballpark
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Sweet cherry pie slice in the boondocks
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Skillets and the engines and the woman stay hot
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But beer don't start nothin' but the party
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Beer don't taste half as good in the city
+
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
+
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
+
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
+
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
+
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
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People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
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Big boss on your back, 'bout to get a cuss-out
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Scopes off, low shot, didn't lay the buck down
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Baby says bye and it down right breaks you
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Hey, just remember when you think the world hates you
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Beer don't start nothin' but the party
+
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
+
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
+
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
+
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
+
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
+
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
+
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
+
One beer, two beet, three beer, four
+
There's twenty more of 'em behind the fridge door
+
Five beer, six beet, seven beer, eight
+
You can keep count, but I'll tell who ain't
+
Beer don't start nothin' but the party
+
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
+
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
+
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
+
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
+
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
+
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
+
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
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Writer: Jake Mitchell, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Your Bartender
I'd play our song right now
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If I was your memory of me
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I'd keep runnin', runnin'
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'Til your fingers started thumbin'
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And tell me that you're comin' home
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If I was your bartender
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I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
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'Til the last one's gone
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Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
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On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
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They fell on that bar top
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Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
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I'm right where you need to be
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If I was your bartender
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I'd talk you out of leavin' me
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I'd turn the page to forgiveness
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I'd be ice cold without me in it
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I'd keep runnin', runnin'
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'Til there was nothing you could do
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But call me up out of the blue
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If I was your bartender
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I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
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'Til the last one's gone
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Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
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On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
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They fell on that bar top
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Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
+
I'm right where you need to be
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If I was your bartender
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I'd talk you out of leaving me
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Yeah, I wish I was (woah, woah, oh oh)
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'Cause if I was your bartender
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I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
+
'Til the last one's gone
+
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
+
On a jukebox 'til your tear drops
+
They fell on that bar top
+
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
+
I'm right where you need to be
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leaving me
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leaving
+
Talk you out of leaving
+
I'd talk you out of leaving me
+
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics in .
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I'd play our song right now
+
If I was your memory of me
+
I'd keep runnin', runnin'
+
'Til your fingers started thumbin'
+
And tell me that you're comin' home
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
+
'Til the last one's gone
+
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
+
On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
+
They fell on that bar top
+
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
+
I'm right where you need to be
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leavin' me
+
I'd turn the page to forgiveness
+
I'd be ice cold without me in it
+
I'd keep runnin', runnin'
+
'Til there was nothing you could do
+
But call me up out of the blue
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
+
'Til the last one's gone
+
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
+
On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
+
They fell on that bar top
+
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
+
I'm right where you need to be
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leaving me
+
Yeah, I wish I was (woah, woah, oh oh)
+
'Cause if I was your bartender
+
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
+
'Til the last one's gone
+
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
+
On a jukebox 'til your tear drops
+
They fell on that bar top
+
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
+
I'm right where you need to be
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leaving me
+
If I was your bartender
+
I'd talk you out of leaving
+
Talk you out of leaving
+
I'd talk you out of leaving me
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logged in to submit an annotation.
Writer: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Rhett Akins, Thomas Rhett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
