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Morgan Wallen - If I Know Me Album Lyrics



Morgan Wallen - If I Know Me Lyrics






Up Down

Was Friday after five, I got here just in time
Went ahead and wet a line 'fore I went and lost my mind
And I ain't been here long, but the bobbers in the pond
Going up down, up, down, up, down
Tonight, we're gonna raise a whole lot more than cane
'Cause there's money in the bank and tomorrow's Saturday
So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way
I turn it up, down, up, down, up, down

We're just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bopping up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up down
Here

(What you know about it, T Hub?)
(What up, baby?)

Yeah, the girls, they hit the spot, even hotter when it's hot
If you can't buy her a yacht, but still proud of what you got
'Cause when the day's done, red neck is from the sun
Going up, down, up, down, up, down

We're just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bopping up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up, down here

Somebody pass that fifth of Camp this way
I'll turn it up, down, up, down, up, down

We're just holding it down here in BFE
Still rolling around with a burnt CD
Free Bird, five minutes deep
Head bopping up, down, up, down, up, down
We got what we got, we don't need the rest
Can turn this parking lot into a party
With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer
Man, we live it up, down, up, down
We live it up, down here
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Writer: Brad Clawson, Michael Hardy, CJ Solar
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Happy Hour

Lookin' back, I see a million little things that wrecked us
She never liked my pick up truck parked up beside her Lexus
And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me
Just trashy old blue jeans, old Skoal ring

And she packed up her Chanel, said, "Go to hell"
Taught me a lesson
And now as far as she's concerned I'm in a deep and dark depression

But it's happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
Buyin' whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah

And I know she'll hear about my paint the town red gallivanting
And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with
And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my hearts breaking
Time will take away my grin (no way)
But not when every bar I stumble in is

Happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
Buyin' whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah

Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell
So tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still

And it's happy hour, drinkin' double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done
Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
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Writer: Corey Crowder, Craig Wiseman, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Had Me By Halftime

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags
When I caught your name at a corn hole game
September Saturday in Rocky Top
On top of G10 parking lot
Said "Girl, where you sitting? I got an extra ticket
It's right on the 50"

You had a sixteen, home team jersey on
Singin' every word to the fight song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you, girl, like it's gonna be a good fall
You'd a thought that post game kiss would've made me wanna make you mine
But you had me by halftime

They sent out the pride of the south land band
And all I could think about was holdin' your hand
Was just gonna catch it on a couch TV
And last second, scored a couple tickets for free
But baby, I'd have paid anything to see that

Sixteen, home team jersey on
Singin' every word to the fight song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you, girl, like it's gonna be a good fall
You'd a thought that post game kiss would've made me wanna make you mine
But you had me by halftime

Now every time the leaves start fallin' down
I get to thinkin' 'bout

That sixteen, home team jersey on
Singin' every word to the fight song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you, girl, like it's gonna be a good fall
You'd a thought that post game kiss would've made me wanna make you mine
But you had me by halftime
You had me by halftime
You had me by halftime
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Writer: Daniel Glenn Ross, James Malcolm III McNair, Joshua O Miller, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Cole Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Whiskey Glasses

Poor me, pour me another drink
'Cause I don't wanna feel a thing
No more, hell nah
I just wanna sip 'til the pain wears off
Poor me, pour me another round
Line 'em up and knock 'em down
Two more, let's go
'Cause I ain't ever hurt like this before

Don't wanna think about her
Or wear a ring without her
Don't wanna hit the karaoke bar
Can't sing without her
So make them drinks strong
'Cause, brother, she's gone
And if I'm ever gonna move on

I'ma need some whiskey glasses
'Cause I don't wanna see the truth
She's probably making out on the couch right now
With someone new
Yeah, I'ma need some whiskey glasses
If I'm gonna make it through
If I'ma be single
I'ma need a double shot of that heartbreak proof
And see the world through whiskey glasses
(Ain't nothing else to do, but sip around the truth)
And see the world through whiskey glasses
(I need a better view, where I don't drink to you)

Last call
I swear this will be my last call
Now I ain't drunk dialing no more at 3 AM
Mr. Bartender, hit me again

Don't wanna think about her
Or wear a ring without her
Don't wanna hit the karaoke bar
Can't sing without her
So make them drinks strong
'Cause, brother, she's gone
And if I'm ever gonna move on

I'ma need some whiskey glasses
'Cause I don't wanna see the truth
She's probably making out on the couch right now
With someone new
Yeah, I'ma need some whiskey glasses
If I'm gonna make it through
If I'ma be single
I'ma need a double shot of that heartbreak proof
And see the world through whiskey glasses
(Ain't nothing else to do, but sip around the truth)
Oh, see the world through whiskey glasses, yeah
(I need a better view, where I don't drink to you)

Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
'Cause if she ain't ever coming back
Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Line 'em up
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Knock 'em back
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
Fill 'em up
'Cause if she ain't ever coming back

I'ma need some whiskey glasses
'Cause I don't wanna see the truth
She's probably making out on the couch right now
With someone new
Yeah, I'ma need some whiskey glasses
If I'm gonna make it through
If I'ma be single
I'ma need a double shot of that heartbreak proof
And see the world through whiskey glasses
(Ain't nothing else to do, but sip around the truth)
Oh, see the world through whiskey glasses, yeah
(I need a better view, where I don't drink to you)

(Ain't nothing else to do, but sip around the truth)
And see the world through whiskey glasses, yeah
(I need a better view, where I don't drink to you)
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Writer: Kevin Kadish, Ben Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Whatcha Know Bout That

Watcha know about thumping skeeters with your fingers
With a stringer full of keepers under thundery clouds?
Whatcha know about picking off a blackberry?
Little Cherry Skoal Dip make the swelling go down

Mm, girl, lucky for you, I'm a two lane tour guide
Mm, get your country boy heart breaker certified

Let's order up a couple long necks
Maybe take a two step or two
Teach you how to y'all with a Southern drawl
Get you falling 'fore the night is through
And we'll park in it the boons
And catch a little moon tan
By the time you go back (if you go back)
You'll be city girl buzzin' over country boy lovin'
Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that (you and me)
Yeah, whatchu know about that? (You, you, you and me)

And whatchu know about that Saturday summer heat
Deep creek creeping down around a bend
And whatchu know about takin' off what you bought at the mall
Hang it all on a sycamore limb

Mm, we can get on out where the cowboy hats flow
Mm, ayy, whatchu know about a hillbilly backstroke?

Let's order up a couple long necks
Maybe take a two step or two
Teach you how to y'all with a Southern drawl
Get you falling 'fore the night is through
And we'll park in it the boons
And catch a little moon tan
By the time you go back (if you go back)
You'll be city girl buzzin' over country boy lovin'
Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that

Sippin' on shiners, diners, sugar pies
Bobbers and cane poles
Kissing in the fireflies
Bet you gonna smile when you get back home
And that nitty gritty song comes on, on your phone
'Cause that's my ringtone, ha (you and me)
(You and me)
(You, you, you and me)
You and me, yeah

Let's order up a couple long necks
Maybe take a two step or two
Teach you how to y'all with a Southern drawl
Get you falling 'fore the night is through
And we'll park in it the boons
And catch a little moon tan
By the time you go back (if you go back)
You'll be city girl buzzin' over country boy lovin'
Tellin' everybody that you know, whatchu know about that
(You and me)
Yeah, whatchu know about that?
(You and me)
(You, you, you and me)
(You and me)
Yeah, whatchu know about that?
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Writer: Wendy Waldman, Jim Photoglo, Josh Leo, Cameron Montgomery, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Redneck Love Song

I'm a simple man, ain't no other way to say it
Lay my cards on the table, only way I play it
I got some drawl in my ya'll, they can't imitate it
Tough and rowdy reckless
Rough around the edges

Ever since you came around I've been
Thinking thoughts that I need to get out so I
I grabbed a pen and-a, a napkin
And I wrote this down

My tractor's green, my pasture's greener
My tea's sweet but, honey, you're sweeter
And my road is dirt, your heart is gold
I'm a man of few words but, baby, here it goes
My neck is red, my collar's blue
And I love you

Yeah, I know it might sound a little elementary
Like a nursery rhyme straight up from the country
It won't pass for Shakespeare, girl, I know it
But I'ma pour my heart out like a back porch poet

My tractor's green, my pasture's greener
My tea's sweet but, honey, you're sweeter
And my road is dirt, your heart is gold
I'm a man of few words but, baby, here it goes
My neck is red, my collar's blue
And I love you

Yeah, I love your pretty smile
I love your skinny jeans
I love the fact that you fell for a good ol' boy like me
I love your long kiss
And I love your long hair
I wanna shout it out from the town square
That I love you
I love you, I love you

Yeah, my tractor's green, my pasture's greener
My tea's sweet but, honey, you're sweeter
And my road is dirt, your heart is gold
I'm a man of few words but, baby, here it goes
My neck is red, my collar's blue

Yeah, I love your pretty smile
I love your skinny jeans
I love the fact that you fell for a good ol' boy like me
I love your long kiss
And I love your long hair
I wanna shout it out from the town square
That I love you
I love you
I love you
Yes, I do
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Writer: David Garcia, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Joshua O Miller, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Little Rain

That grass ain't gonna cut itself
And you can't get your tan
Underneath these covers
And that four blade ceiling fan
You know I love to see you
With that two piece top untied
But I can think of something better
I ain't gonna lie

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Beating on the window pane
While we listen to the tin roof sing
A love song all day long
Yeah, I hope it pours
And our clothes stay on the floor
Yeah, that's the kind of storm
That's been calling my name

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Yeah, I could use a little rain

Blame it on the fast lane
Tryna make that dollar bill
How everything we gotta do
We can't do sitting still
I know that it ain't your fault
And I hope that it ain't mine
But we been in a drought
For a little too long a time

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Beating on the window pane
While we listen to the tin roof sing
A love song all day long
Yeah, I hope it pours
And our clothes stay on the floor
Yeah, that's the kind of storm
That's been calling my name

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Yeah, I could use a little rain

Sun, sun, go away
Come again some other day
Me and this girl got love to make
Yeah, we got love to make

Sun, sun, go away
Won't ya come again some other day
For me and this girl got love to make

Ah woo, oh oh, baby

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Beating on the window pane
While we listen to the tin roof sing
A love song all day long
Yeah, I hope it pours
And our clothes stay on the floor
Yeah, that's the kind of storm
That's been calling my name

Yeah, I could use a little rain
Yeah, I could use a little rain
Yeah, I could use a little rain
Yeah, I could use a little rain
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Writer: Richard Chase Mcgill, Ben Hayslip Hayslip, Matthew Peters Dragstrem
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




If I Know Me

You say you need a couple credits 'fore they'll let you out of college
I bet you bought that beer with you daddy's card
You're looking like you probably get a little tired of all this
Attention that you're getting when you go to the bar

We can take a different route
I know you're from a different town
But you're here for now
So whatcha say we get on out and see where this night leads?

If I know me, I'll have you hopping up in my passenger seat
Then I take you home and you ain't gonna wanna leave
Make a little love at a quarter past three
Gotta keep it down 'cause your roommate's home
Honey, when the sun come peaking through the trees
You ain't gotta worry 'bout what it might be
'Cause I bet it won't be the last time you're waking up next to me
If I know me (oh), if I know me (oh)
(Oh)

This ain't some routine that I use every Friday
This ain't a one line, one night kiss and tell
But ever since I caught you looking over my way
All that I could do was tell myself

If I know me, I'll have you hopping up in my passenger seat
Then I take you home and you ain't gonna wanna leave
Make a little love at a quarter past three
Gotta keep it down 'cause your roommate's home
Honey, when the sun come peaking through the trees
You ain't gotta worry 'bout what it might be
'Cause I bet it won't be the last time you're waking up next to me
If I know me (oh, oh)
(oh)

And I could just change my mind and leave my number in your phone
And give you a kiss goodnight and go home alone

But if I know me, I'll have you hopping up in my passenger seat
Then I take you home and you ain't gonna wanna leave
Make a little love at a quarter past three
Gotta keep it down 'cause your roommate's home
Honey, when the sun come peaking through the trees
You ain't gotta worry 'bout what it might be
'Cause I bet it won't be the last time you're waking up next to me
If I know me
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Cole Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Chasin You

We used to chase that Chattanooga freight
Couple of kids in a Chevrolet
Catch a little air when we cross the tracks
Sippin' on somethin' from a paper sack
You hang your shirt on that maple limb
Slippin' through the moon to the river bend
Wasn't very long I was jumpin' in, jumpin' in
I guess I'm still doin' now what I was doin' then

Chasin' you like a shot of whiskey
Burning going down, burning going down
Chasin' you like those goodbye taillights
Headed west to anywhere out of this nowhere town
Chasin' that freedom, chasin' that feeling that got gone too soon
Chasin' that you and me, I only see in my rear view
Hell, I'm layin' here tonight holdin' someone new
Still chasin' you, still chasin' you

You always used to talk about LA
I heard you got as far as Santa Fe
Well, you know I tried to track you down
I only got as far as get Guitar Town
Singin' about a girl I used to know, used to know
Well, you should know that I haven't given up
I'm just on your radio

Chasin' you like a shot of whiskey
Burning going down, burning going down
Chasin' you like those goodbye taillights
Headed west to anywhere out of this nowhere town
Chasin' that freedom, chasin' that feeling that got gone too soon
Chasin' that you and me, I only see in my rear view
Hell, I'm layin' here tonight holding someone new
Still chasin' you, still chasin' you

Chasin' you like a shot of whiskey
Burning going down, burning going down
Chasin' you like those goodbye taillights
Headed west to anywhere out of this nowhere town
Chasin' that freedom, chasin' that feeling that got gone too soon
Chasin' that you and me, I only see in my rear view
Hell, I'm layin' here tonight holding someone new
Still chasin' you, still chasin' you

Still chasin' you, still chasin' you
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Writer: Craig Wiseman, Jamie Moore, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




The Way I Talk

It's got a touch of the town where I grew up
Somethin' in it them California girls love
Some people like to make a little fun of
The way I talk

It gets slower after three or four cold beers
And gets louder when I'm cheerin' on the Volunteers
Folks know I'm country when they hear
The way I talk

It sounds a little bit like my daddy
It don't cuss around my mama
Got some words you've never heard
'Less you come from down yonder
The man upstairs gets it
So I ain't tryna fix it
No, I can't hide it
I don't fight it, I just roll with it
Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
It's the only way I know
Man, it ain't my fault
I just live the way I talk

Yeah it's, "Yes sir, no ma'am, y'all come back, now"
Fightin' words if you run my last name down
I ain't ashamed, matter of fact I'm damn proud
Of the way I talk, y'all

It sounds a little bit like my daddy
It don't cuss around my mama
Got some words you've never heard
'Less you come from down yonder
The man upstairs gets it
So I ain't tryna fix it
No, I can't hide it
I don't fight it, I just roll with it
Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
It's the only way I know
Man, it ain't my fault
I just live the way I talk

Slow, like a Sunday morning service back home
And kinda sweet when I got a girl to love on
If you know me, you know

I sound a little bit like my daddy
I don't cuss around my mama
Got some words you've never heard
'Less you come from down yonder
The man upstairs gets it
So I ain't tryna fix it
No, I can't hide it
I don't fight it, I just roll with it
Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
It's the only way I know
Man, it ain't my fault
I just live the way I talk
The way I talk
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Writer: Richard Chase Chase Mcgill, Ben Hayslip, Jessi Leigh Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




If I Ever Get You Back

If I ever get you back I'ma treat you like a queen
Make a livin' lovin' you, a lot of kissin' in between
I'll be looking for a reason just to please you
That's the world that you'll be living in
Girl, if I ever get you back
I ain't gon' ever have to get you back again

I see you dancing with Mr. Handsome
He looks like he's a real romancer
I'm just hoping and I'm praying
that one day I hear you saying
That you gon' give me that second chance and take me back
And we gon' roll through life in a Cadillac

If I ever get you back I'ma treat you like a queen
Make a livin' lovin' you, a lot of kissin' in between
I'll be looking for a reason just to please you
That's the world that you'll be living in
Girl, if I ever get you back
I ain't gon' ever have to get you back again
No I ain't

I'll buy you flowers, talk for hours
Write your name up on the water tower
Keep you covered up in diamonds
Make your smile light up just like 'em
I'm gon' "Yes M'am" you "No M'am" you, open up your door
and I'ma give you all my heart and a whole lot more

If I ever get you back I'ma treat you like a queen
Make a livin' lovin' you, a lot of kissin' in between
I'll be looking for a reason just to please you
That's the world that you'll be living in
Girl, if I ever get you back
I ain't gon' ever have to get you back again
Not this time

I'm gonna "Yes M'am" you "No M'am" you, open up your door
and I'ma give you all my heart and a whole lot more

If I ever get you back I'ma treat you like a queen
Make a livin' lovin' you, a lot of kissin' in between
I'll be looking for a reason just to please you
That's the world that you'll be living in
Girl, if I ever get you back
I ain't gon' ever have to get you back again
Not this time, no
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Writer: Ben Hayslip, Matt Dragstrem, Dallas Davidson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Gone Girl

That DJ on the side stage ain't played one song I like
It's all craft beer served in here, can't even get a cold Bud Light
I see you sittin' over there barely sippin' your drink
Lookin' like you might need a little scenery change
Got a spot I've been hittin' since back in the day
What ya say we slip away and say to hell with this place?

And go get a little gone girl on the black Jack label
In the middle of a dirt road dance floor
Way out, nobody in our business
Just us and the crickets and the good Lord
Stars gonna burn on out, the moon gonna sneak on down
We could have a hell of a time, I'll get to makin' you mine
With the rest of what's left of the night, 'til it's gone girl

Gone like that six pack, we gonna tip back on my hood
Gone like our Levis, gonna hang 'em on an old dogwood
Yeah the thought of you and me in the back forty
With the trees and the bees and the birds
Can't think of nothin' better but baby no pressure
Really all you gotta do is say the word

We can get a little gone girl on the black Jack label
In the middle of a dirt road dance floor
Way out, nobody in our business
Just us and the crickets and the good Lord
Stars gonna burn on out, the moon gonna sneak on down
We could have a hell of a time, I'll get to makin' you mine
With the rest of what's left of the night, 'til it's gone girl
'Til it's gone girl

So baby let's roll, take a few backroad curves
Roll 'til we find a little heaven on Earth

Let's get a little gone girl on the black Jack label
In the middle of a dirt road dance floor
Way out, nobody in our business
Just us and the crickets and the good Lord
Stars gonna burn on out, the moon gonna sneak on down
We could have a hell of a time, I'll get to makin' you mine
With the rest of what's left of the night, so 'til it's gone girl
Take a few backroad curves, yeah 'til it's gone girl
Find a little heaven on Earth, 'til it's gone girl
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Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Deric Ruttan, Cameron Montgomery, Jessi Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Not Good At Not

Maybe it's your bad girl, underneath that sweet smile
Like a peak of black lace that nobody but me sees
Just a trace of all the possibilities
Maybe it's the quarter moon, maybe it's the quart of wine
That we haven't even touched yet, baby don't need it
Everything you're doing, girl is my weakness

I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked when your tank top strap's slippin' off of your shoulder
Ohhh, girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love


You know what you're doin' girl
You know what it does to me
When you turn on that song, and turn the lights down
Baby I'm gone, before the part about you
Dancin' in slow motion with my hands on your hips
Now you got me going right where I can't resist


I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked when your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
Ohh girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love


Can't tell you no
Can't say goodbye
Can't hold a little bit back even if I tried
'Cause when I look in your eyes

I'm not good at not kissin' again
When you're leanin' it on in a little closer
I'm not good at not getting sidetracked when your tank top strap's slipping off of your shoulder
Girl, I try to be, but I ain't that tough
I'm not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
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Writer: Brett Tyler, Craig Michael Wiseman, Morgan Cole Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Talkin Tennessee

You say them city boys living in those high rise condos
Only left you feeling low
Those little smoke glass fancy cars sure go fast
But never got you where you wanted to go
All I've ever owned is an old C, Chevy truck
Cuddled up, get you falling in love on the bench seat

Don't mind me, I'm just talking Tennessee
Girl, don't blame me if I slip and call you baby
That's just my way of letting a lady know she's working on me
There I go letting my south side show
Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
Jack and 7 sippin', hoping that you're digging on me
Talking Tennessee

You say the street lights only ever let you see the skyline
It's been a long time
Since the Milky Way, Jupiter and Venus took your breath away
Yeah, like you're taking mine
What you say we grab some tailgate underneath the stars
Catch a few fireflies in a moonshine jar

Don't mind me, I'm just talking Tennessee
Girl, don't blame me if I slip and call you baby
That's just my way of letting a lady know she's working on me
There I go letting my south side show
Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
Jack and 7 sippin', hoping that you're digging on me
Talking Tennessee, yeah

There I go letting my south side show
Whiskey whispering those little sweet nothing southernisms
Jack and 7 sippin', hoping that you're digging on me
Talking Tennessee

Talking Tennessee, yeah
Talking Tennessee
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Writer: Craig Wiseman, Jeff Hyde, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Genre(s): Country, pop rock
Producer(s): Joey Moi
Released: April 27th, 2018
Year: 2018

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