Southern girl, I'm a
Fevered man, and the
Sun is shining, darling
To beat the band, I said you're a
Strong curvaceous woman
With all due respect
I'll give you the gold, darlin'
Right off my neck
And the way those full lips shine
Over your teeth, it blows my mind
Love never taste so sweat
Spilling that sugar on my sheets
Girl, you start me up before we make it through that door
If you get lonely, girl, you know
Where I'll be
Underneath that neon
Palm tree, baby
Love's a pistol, darlin'
And you're a round, and I
Pull the trigger just to
Hear the sound
And the long hair down your back
Can't take my foot off the gas
Every time the lights go out
We burn a whole candle down
Girl, the way you move take the grace right out my stroll
So let it roll out of your soul
And we'll fly down the road
See how high we can go
And let it ride like the tumbling dice
When you flash me those eyes
Girl, I'm out of my mind
Hey, hey baby
I'm, I'm going crazy
It's like an alarm's going off
And I'm the only one who can hear
Can I tell you a secret, baby?
Something nobody knows
Lately I can't think about nothin'
Except gettin' you alone
Folks gonna wonder where you've been
They're gonna have to call out a search
'Cause ain't enough hours in one day, baby
Girl, for all your curves
So let it roll, light up a smoke
And we'll fly down the road
See how high we can go
And let it ride in the heat of the night
When you flash me those eyes
Girl, I'm out of my mind
Come on let it roll
Come on let it roll
Come on let it roll
Come on let it roll
Midland - Let It Roll Album Lyrics
Midland - Let It Roll Lyrics
Writer: Jess Carson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fourteen Gears
Darlin' I still hear your name
Through the windshield wipers and the drivin' rain
I'll be 'cross the rocky mountains in the mornin'
And it's one too many lonely nights
When the highway comes to be the way of life
Seems like about the time I'm gettin' near I'm goin'
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
But if I know that you'll be waitin' there
Then you know that's a weight girl that I can bare
I can see your face in the headlights' lonely glaze
With the big ol' moon steady on the rise
And the hammer down across the great divide
I'll be pushin' through till I'm back where I belong
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
To watch the sunset on the west Arizona sky
To feel the cool wind on a cold El Paso night
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
And I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
Through the windshield wipers and the drivin' rain
I'll be 'cross the rocky mountains in the mornin'
And it's one too many lonely nights
When the highway comes to be the way of life
Seems like about the time I'm gettin' near I'm goin'
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
But if I know that you'll be waitin' there
Then you know that's a weight girl that I can bare
I can see your face in the headlights' lonely glaze
With the big ol' moon steady on the rise
And the hammer down across the great divide
I'll be pushin' through till I'm back where I belong
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
To watch the sunset on the west Arizona sky
To feel the cool wind on a cold El Paso night
Hear that Peterbilt whine down the solid white line
Don't make no money if I don't make it there on time
Houston Dallas San Antone
Wind it up until I'm home
And I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
I've got fourteen gears to get you back in my arms
Writer: Mark Wystrach, David A. Garza, Jess Carson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Lonely
We got debutantes and socialites
And mamas from the PTA
We got bachelorettes dressed up in white
And little black dress divorces
Long live the blues
They're keeping me in business
Some wanna dance and some wanna party
Whatever they need, they call me
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Yeah, some are in from outta town
Just lookin' for some fun
For a couple of hours or more
Yeah, I can be the one
Long live the blues
I'm booked up to November
You can find me in the book or on a bathroom wall
When they all want a rendezvous, they call
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play that steel, Paul
So if you got a girl, you better treat her right
You better never tell a lie
You better never start a fight
'Cause when she hangs up on you
Guess who's on the other line?
He's never hard to find
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Long live the blues
And mamas from the PTA
We got bachelorettes dressed up in white
And little black dress divorces
Long live the blues
They're keeping me in business
Some wanna dance and some wanna party
Whatever they need, they call me
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Yeah, some are in from outta town
Just lookin' for some fun
For a couple of hours or more
Yeah, I can be the one
Long live the blues
I'm booked up to November
You can find me in the book or on a bathroom wall
When they all want a rendezvous, they call
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play that steel, Paul
So if you got a girl, you better treat her right
You better never tell a lie
You better never start a fight
'Cause when she hangs up on you
Guess who's on the other line?
He's never hard to find
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Long live the blues
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Carson, Josh Osborne, Mark C. Wystrach, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cheatin Songs
Sometimes her jacket smells like cigarettes
But she hates to smoke
And when I ask her who she's hanging out with
She says no one I would know
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm not
Maybe she's guilty, maybe she's caught
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
She used to call me on her way back home
But she don't call anymore
And when she's putting on that little black dress
Who's she wearin' it for?
Maybe I'm jealous, wouldn't you be?
If you saw the way she ain't lookin' at me
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
Steel guitars are back in style
Like tears fallin' over her smile
Yeah, it's been a while since country music loved a fool
Runnin' around was cool
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
But she hates to smoke
And when I ask her who she's hanging out with
She says no one I would know
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm not
Maybe she's guilty, maybe she's caught
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
She used to call me on her way back home
But she don't call anymore
And when she's putting on that little black dress
Who's she wearin' it for?
Maybe I'm jealous, wouldn't you be?
If you saw the way she ain't lookin' at me
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
Steel guitars are back in style
Like tears fallin' over her smile
Yeah, it's been a while since country music loved a fool
Runnin' around was cool
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kind of hurt that gets you singin' along
Somethin' circa-1973
She's lyin' with him and she's lyin' to me
She's bringin' back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doin' somebody wrong
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
She's bringin' back cheatin' songs
Writer: Cameron Duddy, Jess Carson, Josh Osborne, Mark Wystrach, Shane McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Put The Hurt On Me
Girl, you already got me
Go on and throw out the key
You lock me up with your body
That's the only way I'll ever be free
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Don't have to promise tomorrow
I know that's only a line
But one more taste of your sweet poison
Is gonna burn me just right
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Come on, come a little closer to me
Let the heartache just wash over me
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, yeah baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Put the hurt on me
On me
Go on and throw out the key
You lock me up with your body
That's the only way I'll ever be free
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Don't have to promise tomorrow
I know that's only a line
But one more taste of your sweet poison
Is gonna burn me just right
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Come on, come a little closer to me
Let the heartache just wash over me
Kill me softly, baby, with your kiss
If I go, I wanna go like this
Come and be as cool as you can be
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, yeah baby, put the hurt on me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, baby, put the hurt on me
Put the hurt on me
On me
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Carson, Josh Osborne, Mark C. Wystrach, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Love You Goodbye
We could stay up all night trying to right all the wrongs
But let's live this moment together, fade out like a song
And hearts come uncrossed, I guess somewhere, we lost what we had
Take the good with the bad
Baby, we know
Sometimes, this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Maybe some day, I might see you with some other guy
And our eyes might meet and we'll smile, but I'll just walk on by
Darlin', sometimes a spark's just a spark that don't turn to a flame
And tears are just rain
Baby, we know
Sometimes, this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Hearts come uncrossed, I guess somewhere, we lost what we had
But darling, please don't be sad
Baby, we know
Sometimes this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
But let's live this moment together, fade out like a song
And hearts come uncrossed, I guess somewhere, we lost what we had
Take the good with the bad
Baby, we know
Sometimes, this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Maybe some day, I might see you with some other guy
And our eyes might meet and we'll smile, but I'll just walk on by
Darlin', sometimes a spark's just a spark that don't turn to a flame
And tears are just rain
Baby, we know
Sometimes, this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Hearts come uncrossed, I guess somewhere, we lost what we had
But darling, please don't be sad
Baby, we know
Sometimes this is just the way that love goes
We could drag it out, but when it's over
Point it toward the sunset and ride
No crying, no lies
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Babe, I love you, goodbye
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Carson, Josh Osborne, Mark C. Wystrach, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Every Songs A Drinkin Song
Every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Hank
If you want to raise your glass
Every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
We got lovers without lovers
And broken-hearted brothers
And bad mother-truckers gettin' high
The cowboys wanted Jones
And the bikers, The Rolling Stone
The bartender said "There ain't no need to fight"
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Cash
If you're just here to get trashed
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Ah, the jukebox, it ain't choosy
Me neither when I'm boozy
Here's a quarter, go on and put on what you want
If you got a grievance
Just save it, we don't need it
Just shut up and help us all sing along
'Cause who here doesn't love a Hank Jr. Song?
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Nelson
If you're trying to raise some hell, son
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
(Come on boys, let's go to the bar, I need a drink!)
(Make it a double!)
You don't have to wait on Dwight
If you're trying to get right
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
You don't have to wait on Cline
If you just want some more wine
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Hank
If you want to raise your glass
Every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
We got lovers without lovers
And broken-hearted brothers
And bad mother-truckers gettin' high
The cowboys wanted Jones
And the bikers, The Rolling Stone
The bartender said "There ain't no need to fight"
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Cash
If you're just here to get trashed
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Ah, the jukebox, it ain't choosy
Me neither when I'm boozy
Here's a quarter, go on and put on what you want
If you got a grievance
Just save it, we don't need it
Just shut up and help us all sing along
'Cause who here doesn't love a Hank Jr. Song?
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Fast or slow, they all go good when you're buzzed
You don't have to wait on Nelson
If you're trying to raise some hell, son
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
(Come on boys, let's go to the bar, I need a drink!)
(Make it a double!)
You don't have to wait on Dwight
If you're trying to get right
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
You don't have to wait on Cline
If you just want some more wine
'Cause every song's a drinkin' song when you're drinkin'
Writer: Cameron Duddy, Jeremy Nathan Spillman, Jess Carson, Lliz Rose, Mark Wystrach
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
21st Century Honky Tonk American Band
Get off the bus
The band and the boys and me
Yesterday was Denver
Tonight it's Memphis, Tennessee
Runnin' off cocaine
A couple hours of sleep
Can't remember all the halls
'Cause they look the same to me
Just out here making a living
With this six-string in my hand
21st Century honky tonk American band
Play just about anywhere
Draw it down on a map
A different scene, the same ol' jeans
The same ol' pussycats
Tell Mama I miss her
And I'll be back one day
I don't think ol' Waylon Jennings
Would've even done it this way
Just out here making a living
Trying to be a (?) man
In this 21st Century honky tonk American band
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song
Ever since Hank sang to me
I knew I was born to be
A 21st Century honky tonk American band
There's a girl in Tallahassee
Said, "Boy, can I please ya?"
We boned all night long
Then I woke up with amnesia
Said, "Hey baby, what's your name?
I'll call you if I can
But I'm in a 21st Century honky tonk American band"
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song
Ever since Hank sang to me
I knew I was born to be
A 21st Century honky tonk American band
(Let's go to work, boys!)
And I feel I'm goin' on
I could sure use me a sunny day
And I know I've been away too long
'Cause I'm the same
But they've all changed
The band and the boys and me
Yesterday was Denver
Tonight it's Memphis, Tennessee
Runnin' off cocaine
A couple hours of sleep
Can't remember all the halls
'Cause they look the same to me
Just out here making a living
With this six-string in my hand
21st Century honky tonk American band
Play just about anywhere
Draw it down on a map
A different scene, the same ol' jeans
The same ol' pussycats
Tell Mama I miss her
And I'll be back one day
I don't think ol' Waylon Jennings
Would've even done it this way
Just out here making a living
Trying to be a (?) man
In this 21st Century honky tonk American band
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song
Ever since Hank sang to me
I knew I was born to be
A 21st Century honky tonk American band
There's a girl in Tallahassee
Said, "Boy, can I please ya?"
We boned all night long
Then I woke up with amnesia
Said, "Hey baby, what's your name?
I'll call you if I can
But I'm in a 21st Century honky tonk American band"
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song
Ever since Hank sang to me
I knew I was born to be
A 21st Century honky tonk American band
(Let's go to work, boys!)
And I feel I'm goin' on
I could sure use me a sunny day
And I know I've been away too long
'Cause I'm the same
But they've all changed
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Parker Carson, Mark C. Wystrach, Rhett Akins, Robert J. Dipiero
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fast Hearts and Slow Towns
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn til they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
That old Silverado truck
It could really light em up
On a Friday night, you know
There ain't no place to go
I'd swing by and she'd climb in
Summer suntan on her skin
We'd ride down to the reservoir
She'd show me what those lips were for
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn till they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
That was the end of our innocence
Thought that it would never end
Too fast it passed us by
But it still sure makes me smile
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
I wonder where she is now
Fast hearts and slow towns
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn till they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
Aw yeah
They just go round and round
These fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn til they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
That old Silverado truck
It could really light em up
On a Friday night, you know
There ain't no place to go
I'd swing by and she'd climb in
Summer suntan on her skin
We'd ride down to the reservoir
She'd show me what those lips were for
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn till they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
That was the end of our innocence
Thought that it would never end
Too fast it passed us by
But it still sure makes me smile
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
I wonder where she is now
Fast hearts and slow towns
Fast hearts and slow towns
They light up the sundown
They burn till they go out
Fast hearts and slow towns
Aw yeah
They just go round and round
These fast hearts and slow towns
Writer: Jon Nite, Cameron Duddy, Marv Green, Jess Carson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cheatin By The Rules
Don't call me after 5 o'clock
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
We both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Parkin' cars 'round back at the motel room
As much as I love it, baby, don't wear too much perfume
'Cause we can't even tell our friends when they ask us where we've been
Just smile and keep it cool
Don't call me after 5 o'clock
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
Yeah, we both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
If you see me out with her
Just play it cool, don't say a word
No, so we don't have to pretend
And this make-believe don't have to end
Don't call me after 5 o'clock
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
Yeah, we both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Yeah, we're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
We both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Parkin' cars 'round back at the motel room
As much as I love it, baby, don't wear too much perfume
'Cause we can't even tell our friends when they ask us where we've been
Just smile and keep it cool
Don't call me after 5 o'clock
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
Yeah, we both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
If you see me out with her
Just play it cool, don't say a word
No, so we don't have to pretend
And this make-believe don't have to end
Don't call me after 5 o'clock
Change my name in your phone
Pay cash for all our drinks, we don't need those receipts
Followin' us home
Yeah, we both got somebody we lost the fire for
That ain't no reason to treat 'em cruel
We're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Yeah, we're gonna keep on leading, keep this secret that we're keeping
We're cheatin' by the rules
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Carson, Mark C. Wystrach, Rhett Atkins, Robert J. DiPiero
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Playboys
She said, "I guess there ain't no right way
For you to say goodbye again
You been looking at the highway
Where your heart has always been
I could cuss you from here to Tuscon
But there ain't nothing left to say, boy"
She said "I thought that I could change you
Naw, but you were born a playboy"
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high, and make noise
We might drink a little too much whiskey
We might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
A hundred miles outside of Houston
Third name on the marquee sign
But out here you get used to losing
Your friends, your lovers, and your mind
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high, and make noise
Yeah, let's drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, let's have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no play, boys
(Play, boys!)
Set 'em up, we'll knock 'em down
Wake up in another town
We don't know no other way
We ain't good at love
We ain't good at much
We just know how to play, hey, hey
I'm just a playboy
You can't blame me for the way that I was made boys
Yeah, I might drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, I might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
For you to say goodbye again
You been looking at the highway
Where your heart has always been
I could cuss you from here to Tuscon
But there ain't nothing left to say, boy"
She said "I thought that I could change you
Naw, but you were born a playboy"
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high, and make noise
We might drink a little too much whiskey
We might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
A hundred miles outside of Houston
Third name on the marquee sign
But out here you get used to losing
Your friends, your lovers, and your mind
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high, and make noise
Yeah, let's drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, let's have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no play, boys
(Play, boys!)
Set 'em up, we'll knock 'em down
Wake up in another town
We don't know no other way
We ain't good at love
We ain't good at much
We just know how to play, hey, hey
I'm just a playboy
You can't blame me for the way that I was made boys
Yeah, I might drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, I might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This ol' world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
Writer: Cameron Thomas Duddy, Jess Carson, Josh Osborne, Mark C. Wystrach, Shane L. McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lost In The Night
California sunset
You walked in the bar, I lit your cigarette
Do you remember
Dancing at the Holiday Inn?
Your fingers through my beltloops and my fingers on your skin
Shooting stars and satellites
Shinin' down on you and I
Lost in the night
Oh darling
I was right there holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
Now you're lost in the night
Little bar in Marina Del Rey
You turned the radio off but I can still hear the song playin'
You laughed at me when I got the words wrong
I would've bribed God just to hold back the dawn
Lost in the night
Oh darling
I was right there holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
We were lost in the night
Is there a melody to keep your heart beating?
And takes you back to the time?
We were lost in the night
Oh darling
Do you ever go there? Holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
We were lost in the night
Oh darling
You walked in the bar, I lit your cigarette
Do you remember
Dancing at the Holiday Inn?
Your fingers through my beltloops and my fingers on your skin
Shooting stars and satellites
Shinin' down on you and I
Lost in the night
Oh darling
I was right there holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
Now you're lost in the night
Little bar in Marina Del Rey
You turned the radio off but I can still hear the song playin'
You laughed at me when I got the words wrong
I would've bribed God just to hold back the dawn
Lost in the night
Oh darling
I was right there holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
We were lost in the night
Is there a melody to keep your heart beating?
And takes you back to the time?
We were lost in the night
Oh darling
Do you ever go there? Holding you tight
Oh baby
When the sun came up, you whispered, "Goodbye"
We were lost in the night
Oh darling
Writer: Cameron Duddy, Jess Carson, John Harding, Mark Wystrach, Marv Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gettin The Feel
At night when I look at the sky
Where the stars used to be
Before they walked out on me
Left me here in the dark
Girl I used to live the high life
Days are passing me by
Like a duel in the sky
That howls like the winds
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
Now the sky has turned red
Like an old can of beer
There's no sunsets for me
From this worn out old barstool
Once my life was like winning streak
That went on too long
Awe then one day it's gone
And where all your friends
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
Once my life was like winning
Strike the wind on too long
All them one day is gone
Where are you friends
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
Where the stars used to be
Before they walked out on me
Left me here in the dark
Girl I used to live the high life
Days are passing me by
Like a duel in the sky
That howls like the winds
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
Now the sky has turned red
Like an old can of beer
There's no sunsets for me
From this worn out old barstool
Once my life was like winning streak
That went on too long
Awe then one day it's gone
And where all your friends
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm getting' the feel
For livin' again
Once my life was like winning
Strike the wind on too long
All them one day is gone
Where are you friends
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
But I'm gettin' the feel
For livin' again
Writer: Jess Carson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Roll Away
Well, the pink parachutes, they come on slow
And some nights they just don't open at all
And you wait on the edge of the rise
She gave me blue kisses on the mesa top
And we were stoned and buried in the rocks
And all those empty miles
Just roll, roll away
They roll, roll away
She introduced me to a Peruvian queen
Said the best (?) is not feeling a thing
And she pointed to a line in the stars
We sat at a piano with only white keys
It went on forever and never did lead
To nowhere and on into the dark
Where you roll, roll away
Where you roll, roll away
And oh, it's been a long time coming home
With that red moon sinking low
I say so long
You know, before that morning comes
Just shine that crooked sun
I'll be gone
And some nights they just don't open at all
And you wait on the edge of the rise
She gave me blue kisses on the mesa top
And we were stoned and buried in the rocks
And all those empty miles
Just roll, roll away
They roll, roll away
She introduced me to a Peruvian queen
Said the best (?) is not feeling a thing
And she pointed to a line in the stars
We sat at a piano with only white keys
It went on forever and never did lead
To nowhere and on into the dark
Where you roll, roll away
Where you roll, roll away
And oh, it's been a long time coming home
With that red moon sinking low
I say so long
You know, before that morning comes
Just shine that crooked sun
I'll be gone
Writer: Armando Saenz, Cameron Duddy, Jess Carson, Mark Wystrach
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.