I like to watch the waves crashin' on the beach
And walkin' the strand in that evening breeze
That old ferris wheel down on the peer in Santa Monica
Looks like it does in the movies
I don't mind the traffic on the 405
In fact that's where I met a good friend of mine
All gridlocked, stopped, and stuck there killin' time
Long way from home but that's alright
I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace
And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
Is you
The City of Angels, ain't that the truth
'Cause heaven don't feel far away when I'm holdin' onto you
And how you fell for a boy in faded jeans and cowboy boots
Girl, I still ain't got a clue
I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace
And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
Is you
I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace
And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day
But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place
'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.
And the only reason that I'm gonna stay
Girl, is you
Tim McGraw - Here On Earth Album Lyrics
Tim McGraw - Here On Earth Lyrics
Writer: Carlton Anderson, Phil O'Donnell, Shane Allen Minor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chevy Spaceship
Lookin' like the perfect night for lift off
Got some Swisher sweets sittin' in the glove box
Baby, I could be your rocket man
What you say we get lost some place and
Write our names in the constellations?
Got some Triple Beam lights and a cooler of floatin' cans
And I know you're at home
Starin' out your window
Feeling stuck down, but tonight
We gon' take this thing off the ground
I'll pick you up
And I'll drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly
Light up this little hometown sky
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Yeah
Girl, you got me fired up like a rocket
All I'm sayin' is climb up in the cockpit
Bet you never been up close to a shootin' star
We ain't gotta talk about this town, no
'Cause way up high, we can keep it on the down low
Get a little free fall goin' in your heart
The stars in the air
It's like we can touch 'em
Let me come by and pick you up
We can do some intergalactic lovin'
Ooh
Drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly (drop, fly)
Light up this little hometown sky (hometown sky)
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here (good stuff, good stuff)
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin (spin)
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly
Light up this little hometown sky
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin (spin)
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Got some Swisher sweets sittin' in the glove box
Baby, I could be your rocket man
What you say we get lost some place and
Write our names in the constellations?
Got some Triple Beam lights and a cooler of floatin' cans
And I know you're at home
Starin' out your window
Feeling stuck down, but tonight
We gon' take this thing off the ground
I'll pick you up
And I'll drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly
Light up this little hometown sky
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Yeah
Girl, you got me fired up like a rocket
All I'm sayin' is climb up in the cockpit
Bet you never been up close to a shootin' star
We ain't gotta talk about this town, no
'Cause way up high, we can keep it on the down low
Get a little free fall goin' in your heart
The stars in the air
It's like we can touch 'em
Let me come by and pick you up
We can do some intergalactic lovin'
Ooh
Drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly (drop, fly)
Light up this little hometown sky (hometown sky)
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here (good stuff, good stuff)
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin (spin)
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Drop it into fifth gear, we'll fly
Light up this little hometown sky
Do what we wanna do all night
Roll it up, light it up, get a little high
I got the good stuff sittin' right here
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth and watchin' it spin (spin)
I got this Chevy spaceship with your name on it
Hop in
Writer: Jonathan Price
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Here on Earth
Daddies meet mamas
On a Saturday night
Buy 'em a Corona
In the blink of an eye
There's a ring on her finger
They're throwin' parking lot rice
Then you're standin' in the kitchen
And there's two pink lines
Nine months later, you're breathin'
And you're the reason
They're here on Earth
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
Here on Earth
The drunks get sober
And poets get drunk
Wonder years wander
Guitars get strummed
We all need dreams worth dreaming
Somethin' to believe in
Here on Earth (here on Earth)
(Here on Earth, here on Earth)
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
I was a book hull of questions
Heart full of doubt
I send 'em up to heaven
Answers never came down
'Til they did one night
Maybe loving you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
Here on Earth
It's like you opened my eyes
For the very first time
Yeah, lovin' you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Here on Earth
Yeah, lovin' you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
Hey
On a Saturday night
Buy 'em a Corona
In the blink of an eye
There's a ring on her finger
They're throwin' parking lot rice
Then you're standin' in the kitchen
And there's two pink lines
Nine months later, you're breathin'
And you're the reason
They're here on Earth
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
Here on Earth
The drunks get sober
And poets get drunk
Wonder years wander
Guitars get strummed
We all need dreams worth dreaming
Somethin' to believe in
Here on Earth (here on Earth)
(Here on Earth, here on Earth)
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
I was a book hull of questions
Heart full of doubt
I send 'em up to heaven
Answers never came down
'Til they did one night
Maybe loving you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
It's like we open our eyes
For the very first time
When we find out why
We're here on Earth
Here on Earth
It's like you opened my eyes
For the very first time
Yeah, lovin' you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Here on Earth
Yeah, lovin' you's why
I'm here on Earth
Here on Earth
Hey
Writer: Jessie Jo Dillon, Jon Mark Nite, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Damn Sure Do
Girl, I know it seems like I'm hell or bust
I know a few words that'll make you blush
That line I walk's been crazy as a corkscrew
And I've got some miles on these cowboy boots
I've been up in smoke and down in ditches
Swung and missed some easy pitches
Been plumb whiskey blind a time or two
I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Neon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So I thank my lucky stars
With my hand here on my heart
Do I want you? Gotta have you, near you
Well, I damn sure do
You're the love line running through the palm of my hand
The kiss that kills me right where I stand
You're my stay in bed, rainy day, radio on
And you're the reason why they write them songs
I've been up in smoke and down in ditches
Swung and missed some easy pitches
Been plumb whiskey blind a time or two
I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Neon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So I thank my lucky stars
With my hand here on my heart
Do I want you? Gotta have you, near you
Well, I damn sure do
Yeah, I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Leon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So when the preacher said, "Do you take this girl?"
Right in front of the whole wide world
I said, "I damn sure do"
I said, "I damn sure do"
Yeah, I damn sure do
I know a few words that'll make you blush
That line I walk's been crazy as a corkscrew
And I've got some miles on these cowboy boots
I've been up in smoke and down in ditches
Swung and missed some easy pitches
Been plumb whiskey blind a time or two
I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Neon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So I thank my lucky stars
With my hand here on my heart
Do I want you? Gotta have you, near you
Well, I damn sure do
You're the love line running through the palm of my hand
The kiss that kills me right where I stand
You're my stay in bed, rainy day, radio on
And you're the reason why they write them songs
I've been up in smoke and down in ditches
Swung and missed some easy pitches
Been plumb whiskey blind a time or two
I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Neon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So I thank my lucky stars
With my hand here on my heart
Do I want you? Gotta have you, near you
Well, I damn sure do
Yeah, I missed planes I was supposed to be on
Held up by the Kings of Leon
Dancin' in that midnight shade of blue
So when the preacher said, "Do you take this girl?"
Right in front of the whole wide world
I said, "I damn sure do"
I said, "I damn sure do"
Yeah, I damn sure do
Writer: James Slater, Tony Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Hallelujahville
Born and raised eighteen years
Baptized and saved in a million beers
Nobody famous lives 'round here
And I'm okay with that
She's a drama, she's a mama, she's my country queen
I bust my ass on big machines
Promised her forever at seventeen
And I'm okay with that
Don't call us small town
Never have been, never will
It's a cold beer sundown
And we eat what we kill
We marry angels and dance with the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke and we can't fix it
And we're okay with that
We quote King James like a Waylon song
Pray at night, make love 'til dawn
Love us or leave us the hell alone
Hope you're okay with that
Don't call us small town
Never have been, never will
It's a big time sundown
Little house up on a hill
We marry angels and dance with the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Hallelujahville
She's sitting by my side
Dirt road, slow ride
And there's no place that I'd rather be tonight
Baby, this is our town
Always has been, always will
Pour it out at sundown
Hope someday we get our fill
We ain't angels and we run from the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen", yeah
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah)
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah, yeah)
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
Hallelujahville
Baptized and saved in a million beers
Nobody famous lives 'round here
And I'm okay with that
She's a drama, she's a mama, she's my country queen
I bust my ass on big machines
Promised her forever at seventeen
And I'm okay with that
Don't call us small town
Never have been, never will
It's a cold beer sundown
And we eat what we kill
We marry angels and dance with the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke and we can't fix it
And we're okay with that
We quote King James like a Waylon song
Pray at night, make love 'til dawn
Love us or leave us the hell alone
Hope you're okay with that
Don't call us small town
Never have been, never will
It's a big time sundown
Little house up on a hill
We marry angels and dance with the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Hallelujahville
She's sitting by my side
Dirt road, slow ride
And there's no place that I'd rather be tonight
Baby, this is our town
Always has been, always will
Pour it out at sundown
Hope someday we get our fill
We ain't angels and we run from the devil
In a place where time stands still
Can I get an, "Amen", yeah
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah)
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah, yeah)
Hallelujahville (Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
Hallelujahville
Writer: Blake Griffith, Brett Taylor, Tom Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © 3 RING CIRCUS MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © 3 RING CIRCUS MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Good Taste in Women
How did I get here? How did I get you?
How did a boy from nowhere
Catch them ocean view eyes, so blue
Damn girl, lay 'em on me again
Way outta my league, sometimes I laugh
You're wearing that champagne dress, girl
It's hard not to brag, well I don't mind
Spin around for me one more time
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah
Oh, baby I love what that says about you
Maybe rough around the edges is just what you're into
Damn, girl, that brings a smile to face
'Cause at the end of the day
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah
Take a little High Life and Dom Perignon
Pour 'em both together, make something strong
And it's you and me, girl
A little pawn shop rock and a string of pearls
You be Marilyn, baby, I'll be Mearle
That's you and me, girl
That's you and me, girl
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women
I got good taste in women, yeah
How did a boy from nowhere
Catch them ocean view eyes, so blue
Damn girl, lay 'em on me again
Way outta my league, sometimes I laugh
You're wearing that champagne dress, girl
It's hard not to brag, well I don't mind
Spin around for me one more time
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah
Oh, baby I love what that says about you
Maybe rough around the edges is just what you're into
Damn, girl, that brings a smile to face
'Cause at the end of the day
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah
Take a little High Life and Dom Perignon
Pour 'em both together, make something strong
And it's you and me, girl
A little pawn shop rock and a string of pearls
You be Marilyn, baby, I'll be Mearle
That's you and me, girl
That's you and me, girl
I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women
I got good taste in women, yeah
Writer: Bryan Simpson, Jaren Johnston, Nathan Kyle Spicer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hard to Stay Mad At
You're hard to stay mad at
You look at me with those eyes, and I'm your fool
And it's only just a matter of time until we're cool
Sayin' something I laugh at
You're hard to stay mad at
And I've tried a million times, but baby, I know
You reach for me and I just let it go
Just like that
If you weren't so damn stubborn
We would've never got this far
Be just another casualty
Two people in a bar
Here we are, another day
Every time I walk away
I walk right back
'Cause you're hard to stay mad at
And they say you should never go to bed that way
And I can't sleep if you're not happy anyway
Just something I'm bad at
If you weren't so damn stubborn
We would've never got this far
Be just another casualty
Two people in a bar
Here we are, another day
Every time I walk away
I walk right back
'Cause you're hard to stay mad at
Mad at
You're hard to stay mad at
God knows sometimes we fight, sometimes we cuss
And I swear we'd do it for the making up
We're damn good at that
You're hard to stay mad at
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
You're hard to stay mad at
And I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
I need
Baby, I need you
Hard to stay mad at
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
I want you
You're hard to stay mad at
You look at me with those eyes, and I'm your fool
And it's only just a matter of time until we're cool
Sayin' something I laugh at
You're hard to stay mad at
And I've tried a million times, but baby, I know
You reach for me and I just let it go
Just like that
If you weren't so damn stubborn
We would've never got this far
Be just another casualty
Two people in a bar
Here we are, another day
Every time I walk away
I walk right back
'Cause you're hard to stay mad at
And they say you should never go to bed that way
And I can't sleep if you're not happy anyway
Just something I'm bad at
If you weren't so damn stubborn
We would've never got this far
Be just another casualty
Two people in a bar
Here we are, another day
Every time I walk away
I walk right back
'Cause you're hard to stay mad at
Mad at
You're hard to stay mad at
God knows sometimes we fight, sometimes we cuss
And I swear we'd do it for the making up
We're damn good at that
You're hard to stay mad at
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
You're hard to stay mad at
And I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
I need
Baby, I need you
Hard to stay mad at
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
I want you
You're hard to stay mad at
Writer: Lori McKenna, Luke Robert Laird, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sheryl Crow
You're an old soul, a wild child
A badass with a sweet smile
Makes you feel good, makes you fall in love
Make you feel like you can't get enough
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
I remember everything like it was yesterday
The way you looked at me and how the world went away
You were something new but you felt like home
Every word sounded like I knew it all along
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
Makes you feel good, make you fall in love
Mak you feel like you can't get enough
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
Roll
A badass with a sweet smile
Makes you feel good, makes you fall in love
Make you feel like you can't get enough
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
I remember everything like it was yesterday
The way you looked at me and how the world went away
You were something new but you felt like home
Every word sounded like I knew it all along
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
Makes you feel good, make you fall in love
Mak you feel like you can't get enough
You're like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio
One song, had to have the whole record
Gonna be stuck in my head forever
I knew I'd never be the same again, you pulled me in
Like a sun soaked California winding road
Barefoot stripped down rock and roll
Roll
Writer: Laura Jeanne Veltz, Neil Thrasher, Wendell Lee Mobley
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not from California
I'm more mountains and rivers
Than oceans and waves
I'm more moonshine and whiskey
Than vineyards and grapes
I'm more back roads and dives
Than Hollywood signs
I'm more sit by the jukebox
Than lines out the door
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
I'm more stars in the sky
Than stars on the sidewalk
I'm more old wooden pew
Than bench on the boardwalk
I'm more kiss you and mean it
Than love you and leave it
I'm more roots in the ground
Than footprints on the shore
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
You're out there dreamin'
While I'm back here drinkin' over us
No, I'm not from California
But tonight, I wish I was
I'm more act-tough and fake it
Than find a flight and take it
But I'm too late to say I'm sorry
For all I'm sorry for
I'm not from California
But you can't say I didn't warn you
That I'm the guy who's gonna die
Right where he was born
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
Than oceans and waves
I'm more moonshine and whiskey
Than vineyards and grapes
I'm more back roads and dives
Than Hollywood signs
I'm more sit by the jukebox
Than lines out the door
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
I'm more stars in the sky
Than stars on the sidewalk
I'm more old wooden pew
Than bench on the boardwalk
I'm more kiss you and mean it
Than love you and leave it
I'm more roots in the ground
Than footprints on the shore
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
You're out there dreamin'
While I'm back here drinkin' over us
No, I'm not from California
But tonight, I wish I was
I'm more act-tough and fake it
Than find a flight and take it
But I'm too late to say I'm sorry
For all I'm sorry for
I'm not from California
But you can't say I didn't warn you
That I'm the guy who's gonna die
Right where he was born
No, I'm not from California
I'm from somewhere you ain't anymore
Writer: Brad D. Warren, Brett D. Warren, Levi Hummon, Marcus Hummon, Matt McVaney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hold You Tonight
Watching you stare down a sunset
Like you ain't found what you're looking for
Wishing that I could be it
But all I can be is yours
The girl on the downtown rooftop
Didn't care what people think
The girl before the boulevard of broken dreams
Where is she?
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight
I don't ever want you to wonder
Who you might have been on your own
I don't ever wanna steal your thunder or steal your heart
I wanna be the one to still your soul
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight, oh
Hold you tonight, oh
Girl, they know a town could crumble
Who I love more than anything
Girl that makes me better than I could ever be
Where is she?
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight, oh
I can hold you tonight, oh
I can hold you tonight
Hold you tonight
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hold you tonight
Like you ain't found what you're looking for
Wishing that I could be it
But all I can be is yours
The girl on the downtown rooftop
Didn't care what people think
The girl before the boulevard of broken dreams
Where is she?
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight
I don't ever want you to wonder
Who you might have been on your own
I don't ever wanna steal your thunder or steal your heart
I wanna be the one to still your soul
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight, oh
Hold you tonight, oh
Girl, they know a town could crumble
Who I love more than anything
Girl that makes me better than I could ever be
Where is she?
Go on, try and find
The match that lit the fire that made you wild
I'll be here, take your time
Cry every single tear you need to cry
I can't fix the world
But I
I can hold you tonight, oh
I can hold you tonight, oh
I can hold you tonight
Hold you tonight
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hold you tonight
Writer: Jon Nite, Ross Copperman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION
7500 OBO
Got an '06 stick shift
Dark blue F-150 in good condition
Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles
Only five on the new transmission
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' in
To a mailbox first time she drove it
Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that
Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice"
It's got nights with her I can't forget
Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed
I wish I didn't have to get rid of it
But every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's seventy-five hundred, OBO
Dark blue F-150 in good condition
Got a hundred and nineteen thousand miles
Only five on the new transmission
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
Back bumper's got a dent from her backin' in
To a mailbox first time she drove it
Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that
Told her, "Hell, you can hardly even notice"
It's got nights with her I can't forget
Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed
I wish I didn't have to get rid of it
But every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's got leather seats, a sun roof
It's sittin' on 33s, it runs smooth
It'll get you from A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key, I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to "Where The Green Grass Grows"
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her outta there
There's too many memories
Now there's a "For Sale" sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go
I gotta let it go, yeah, it's gotta go
So it's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's seventy-five hundred, OBO
It's seventy-five hundred, OBO
Writer: Jennifer Schott, Matthew McGinn, Nathan Kyle Spicer
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
If I Was a Cowboy
If highways were dirt roads
And streetlights were stars
Mustangs were horses
I'd walk outta this bar
A cigarette and a Stetson
And whiskey in my veins
I'd climb back in the saddle
And grab a hold of the reins
If I was a cowboy
I wouldn't miss you at all
A shot of Jack and Marlboro, I'd move on, girl
Feelin' ten feet tall
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
You'd be ashes in a campfire
Water under a bridge
A trail of dust behind me
You'd never find me again
If I was a cowboy
I wouldn't miss you at all
A shot of Jack and Marlboro, I'd move on, girl
Feelin' ten feet tall
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
Let my boots down in a new town
Find a nail to hang my hat
And you wouldn't kill me and I wouldn't still be
Wishin' you'd come back
If I was a cowboy
If I was a cowboy, whoa
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
And streetlights were stars
Mustangs were horses
I'd walk outta this bar
A cigarette and a Stetson
And whiskey in my veins
I'd climb back in the saddle
And grab a hold of the reins
If I was a cowboy
I wouldn't miss you at all
A shot of Jack and Marlboro, I'd move on, girl
Feelin' ten feet tall
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
You'd be ashes in a campfire
Water under a bridge
A trail of dust behind me
You'd never find me again
If I was a cowboy
I wouldn't miss you at all
A shot of Jack and Marlboro, I'd move on, girl
Feelin' ten feet tall
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
Let my boots down in a new town
Find a nail to hang my hat
And you wouldn't kill me and I wouldn't still be
Wishin' you'd come back
If I was a cowboy
If I was a cowboy, whoa
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by now
Writer: Dave Turnbull, Lonnie Fowler, Zachary Robert Dyer
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Called Mama
Got a call from a friend about a friend
It's news no one ever wants to hear
It hit me like a punch, it took my breath
He was just getting into his best years
Yes, something like that'll shake you up
Wake you up
So I stopped off at a Texaco
Bought a Slim Jim and a Coke
Parked out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
I thought of home, grabbed my phone from my pocket
And I called mama
Well it rang a couple times and she picked up
I can always hear her smile when I call
I just called to tell you that I loved you
I was missin' you and dad, and home, that's all
I got to really thinkin' this mornin'
'Bout what's important
So I stopped off at a Texaco
Bought a Slim Jim and a Coke
Parked out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
The thought of home, grabbed my phone from my pocket
And I called mama
And from now on
I ain't gonna wait so long
To stop off at a Texaco
Buy a Slim Jim and a Coke
Park out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grab my guitar from the back seat
Write a song just for me
I'll sing it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
And think of home, grab my phone from my pocket
Instead of saying tomorrow I'm gonna
And I call mama
And I call mama
It's news no one ever wants to hear
It hit me like a punch, it took my breath
He was just getting into his best years
Yes, something like that'll shake you up
Wake you up
So I stopped off at a Texaco
Bought a Slim Jim and a Coke
Parked out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
I thought of home, grabbed my phone from my pocket
And I called mama
Well it rang a couple times and she picked up
I can always hear her smile when I call
I just called to tell you that I loved you
I was missin' you and dad, and home, that's all
I got to really thinkin' this mornin'
'Bout what's important
So I stopped off at a Texaco
Bought a Slim Jim and a Coke
Parked out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
The thought of home, grabbed my phone from my pocket
And I called mama
And from now on
I ain't gonna wait so long
To stop off at a Texaco
Buy a Slim Jim and a Coke
Park out by the water just to watch that river flow
Grab my guitar from the back seat
Write a song just for me
I'll sing it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak trees
And think of home, grab my phone from my pocket
Instead of saying tomorrow I'm gonna
And I call mama
And I call mama
Writer: James Earl Yeary, Lance Alan Miller, Marvin Green
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gravy
Call this an epiphany
Seein' the same things differently
Maybe mama's prayer caught up with me
I'm startin' to get it now
If my window to the world is the evening news
Only song I'll sing is gonna be the blues
Maybe happiness is a choice you choose
I'm startin' to get it now
Got a flatbed Ford and four good tires
Biscuits in the oven, chicken in the fryer
Lights turned on, cable paid
If you ask me, I got it made
If I could hug my kids and kiss my wife
One more day in this crazy life
Take a second to stop and smell the daisies
Everything else is gravy
Got the classics playin' on my radio
Promises to keep and miles to go
Still dreaming of the cherry red GTO
Even if I never get it
Got a flatbed Ford and four good tires
Biscuits in the oven, chicken in the fryer
Lights turned on, cable paid
If you asked me, I got it made
If I could hug my kids and kiss my wife
One more day in this crazy life
Take a second to stop and smell the daisies
Everything else is gravy
Starch fresh-pressed Sunday shirt
Dinner after church
Holdin' hands and prayers are prayed
Hot fried chicken, cold lemonade
If I can hug my kids and kiss my wife
Live one more day in this crazy life
Lay my body down and hold my baby
I know the good Lord'll save me
Everything else is gravy, ooh
Seein' the same things differently
Maybe mama's prayer caught up with me
I'm startin' to get it now
If my window to the world is the evening news
Only song I'll sing is gonna be the blues
Maybe happiness is a choice you choose
I'm startin' to get it now
Got a flatbed Ford and four good tires
Biscuits in the oven, chicken in the fryer
Lights turned on, cable paid
If you ask me, I got it made
If I could hug my kids and kiss my wife
One more day in this crazy life
Take a second to stop and smell the daisies
Everything else is gravy
Got the classics playin' on my radio
Promises to keep and miles to go
Still dreaming of the cherry red GTO
Even if I never get it
Got a flatbed Ford and four good tires
Biscuits in the oven, chicken in the fryer
Lights turned on, cable paid
If you asked me, I got it made
If I could hug my kids and kiss my wife
One more day in this crazy life
Take a second to stop and smell the daisies
Everything else is gravy
Starch fresh-pressed Sunday shirt
Dinner after church
Holdin' hands and prayers are prayed
Hot fried chicken, cold lemonade
If I can hug my kids and kiss my wife
Live one more day in this crazy life
Lay my body down and hold my baby
I know the good Lord'll save me
Everything else is gravy, ooh
Writer: Allen Shamblin, Andrew Paul Albert, Tom Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
War of Art
I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
I don't do it so I can see the bright lights
Spell out my name
But I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't wanna hear my songs
On a jukebox in a jukebox kinda bar
Guess I'm just another soldier
Fightin' a war of art
And I love the pretty girls and how they sway
In rhythm when I play
And I'll take a free cold beer every time
They set one on a stage
And if that was the only reason why I do it
Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far
I guess you can't pick your battles
When you fight the war of art
It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
Still be who you are
When you fight the war of art
If a bullet was a song, and this guitar was a gun
I'd knock 'em dead
Most nights it feels like I'm the one
Up here bleedin' red
And I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, I'm just hopin' that my broken
Puts some hope in another broken heart
Yeah, I'm just another soldier
Fightin' a war of art
It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
Still be who you are
When you fight the war of art
I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
I don't do it for the fame
I don't do it so I can see the bright lights
Spell out my name
But I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't wanna hear my songs
On a jukebox in a jukebox kinda bar
Guess I'm just another soldier
Fightin' a war of art
And I love the pretty girls and how they sway
In rhythm when I play
And I'll take a free cold beer every time
They set one on a stage
And if that was the only reason why I do it
Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far
I guess you can't pick your battles
When you fight the war of art
It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
Still be who you are
When you fight the war of art
If a bullet was a song, and this guitar was a gun
I'd knock 'em dead
Most nights it feels like I'm the one
Up here bleedin' red
And I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, I'm just hopin' that my broken
Puts some hope in another broken heart
Yeah, I'm just another soldier
Fightin' a war of art
It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
Still be who you are
When you fight the war of art
I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
Writer: Brad Warren, Brett Warren, Jeremy N. Spillman, Lance Alan Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Doggone
This Silverado seat feels empty
Without you in it
I still fly down them dirt roads we used to ride down
Gets my Goodyear's spinnin'
Might get your name in a tattoo
Doggone, I miss you
This king-size bed has too much space
Without you in it
I wander around watercolor memories
My head is spinnin'
Yeah, I think I'll get that tattoo
Doggone, I miss you
If there's one spot of sun on a porch up there
I bet you're lyin' right in it
Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
I bet one turns up missin'
If there's a Chevy, I bet you're shotgunnin'
If there's a mailman, I bet he's runnin'
If there's huntin' and fishin' in heaven
I hope the good Lord let's you tag along
Doggone it, amen
Doggone, man's best friend
Waitin' to catch that first yellow bus
Yeah, you knew I was scared
So you waited with me and when I got back
You were waitin' right there
'Cause that's what best friends do
Doggone, I miss you
My first kiss and you didn't like the girl
Guess you knew somethin' I didn't know
One heartbreak later I guess you were right
You barked, "I told you so"
Oh, colorblind but you could see the truth
Doggone, I miss you
If there's one spot of sun on a porch up there
I bet you're lyin' right in it
Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
I bet one turns up missin'
If there's a Chevy, I bet you're shotgunnin'
If there's a mailman, I bet he's runnin'
If there's huntin' and fishin' in heaven
I hope the good Lord let's you tag along
Doggone it, amen
Doggone, man's best friend
And I know you'll be waitin' for me
At the pearly white picket fence
And I'll miss you 'ol buddy 'til then
Doggone, man's best friend
Doggone it, amen
Without you in it
I still fly down them dirt roads we used to ride down
Gets my Goodyear's spinnin'
Might get your name in a tattoo
Doggone, I miss you
This king-size bed has too much space
Without you in it
I wander around watercolor memories
My head is spinnin'
Yeah, I think I'll get that tattoo
Doggone, I miss you
If there's one spot of sun on a porch up there
I bet you're lyin' right in it
Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
I bet one turns up missin'
If there's a Chevy, I bet you're shotgunnin'
If there's a mailman, I bet he's runnin'
If there's huntin' and fishin' in heaven
I hope the good Lord let's you tag along
Doggone it, amen
Doggone, man's best friend
Waitin' to catch that first yellow bus
Yeah, you knew I was scared
So you waited with me and when I got back
You were waitin' right there
'Cause that's what best friends do
Doggone, I miss you
My first kiss and you didn't like the girl
Guess you knew somethin' I didn't know
One heartbreak later I guess you were right
You barked, "I told you so"
Oh, colorblind but you could see the truth
Doggone, I miss you
If there's one spot of sun on a porch up there
I bet you're lyin' right in it
Yeah, if angels wear Red Wing boots
I bet one turns up missin'
If there's a Chevy, I bet you're shotgunnin'
If there's a mailman, I bet he's runnin'
If there's huntin' and fishin' in heaven
I hope the good Lord let's you tag along
Doggone it, amen
Doggone, man's best friend
And I know you'll be waitin' for me
At the pearly white picket fence
And I'll miss you 'ol buddy 'til then
Doggone, man's best friend
Doggone it, amen
Writer: Aimee Mayo, Claire Douglas, Jaren Johnston, Tom Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Here on Earth is the fifteenth solo studio album and sixteenth studio album overall by American country music singer Tim McGraw. It was released on August 21, 2020, by Big Machine Records.
It is McGraw's first album since rejoining Big Machine. The album was produced by McGraw and Byron Gallimore. The release was preceded by the release of "I Called Mama".
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Tim McGrawIt is McGraw's first album since rejoining Big Machine. The album was produced by McGraw and Byron Gallimore. The release was preceded by the release of "I Called Mama".
Genre(s): Country, country pop
Producer(s): Byron Gallimore, Tim McGraw
Length: 61:43
Released: August 21st, 2020
Year: 2020