I packed it all on a whim
Threw an old Hank cassette tape in dad's '84 rusty Ford
Swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my mama down
Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town
I pulled my roots from the ground for
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music
You might get lost in the lights
The things that keep you up all night
Like whiskey straight, at 3 AM chasin' songs in your head
It's the highest highs, the lowest lows
It's needin' "yes" but hearin' "no"
Just another sold soul, believe me, I know it's
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music
And when the money, and the fame
And the lights on your name they'll all fade away
You'll still be a slave to
The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everythin' you have is worth losin'
Damn country music
Damn country music
Damn you country music
Riley Green - Ain't My Last Rodeo Album Lyrics
Riley Green - Ain't My Last Rodeo Lyrics
Writer: Josh Thompson, Jessi Leigh Alexander, Cary Ryan Barlowe
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
They Dont Make Em Like That No More
I'm still drivin' that Chevrolet
That daddy bought new back in '88
And it's more rust than two-tone paint
But turn the key and it'll crank
My first guitar was an Epiphone
Same one I'm still pickin' on
I thought about sellin' when times got tough
But I just couldn't give it up
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
There's a cardboard box marked give away
Full of old cassettes and 8-track tapes
That's the first time I ever heard Hank
Don't wanna hear him any other way
There's a little white house granddaddy built
Cross a dried up creek bank and cotton field
He sawed every board at the local mill
And in a hundred years it'll be standin' still
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
Well, my granddaddy cussed and chewed Red Man
Grandmama prayed and knew every hymn
And they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
That daddy bought new back in '88
And it's more rust than two-tone paint
But turn the key and it'll crank
My first guitar was an Epiphone
Same one I'm still pickin' on
I thought about sellin' when times got tough
But I just couldn't give it up
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
There's a cardboard box marked give away
Full of old cassettes and 8-track tapes
That's the first time I ever heard Hank
Don't wanna hear him any other way
There's a little white house granddaddy built
Cross a dried up creek bank and cotton field
He sawed every board at the local mill
And in a hundred years it'll be standin' still
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
Well, my granddaddy cussed and chewed Red Man
Grandmama prayed and knew every hymn
And they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in a discount store
There's just something about bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like ol' Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four wheel drives
And this wore out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more
Writer: Aimee Mayo, Chris Lindsey, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mississippi Or Me
I ain't gonna lie
When those headlights pulled into my drive tonight
Was a sight for sore eyes, last thing I thought I'd see
And is something wrong? What brought you home?
Was it tough out on your own?
Or did you drive all the way down here just to see me?
Or was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank
Two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' 'bout a boy back home that your heart still needs
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
When you hit town, was my house the first stop you thought about
Or you already been by to see your mama and them?
And I want you to know, in case you don't, I sure hated to see you go
Just tell me what it was that brought you back home again
Was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank
Or two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' bout a boy back home that your heart still needs?
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Yeah, were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Are you back for good or just passin' thorugh?
Do you need me like I need you?
Or was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank?
Two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' bout a boy back home that your heart still needs
So before I take you back like that, baby, tell me one thing
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Yeah, were you missin' Mississippi or me?
When those headlights pulled into my drive tonight
Was a sight for sore eyes, last thing I thought I'd see
And is something wrong? What brought you home?
Was it tough out on your own?
Or did you drive all the way down here just to see me?
Or was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank
Two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' 'bout a boy back home that your heart still needs
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
When you hit town, was my house the first stop you thought about
Or you already been by to see your mama and them?
And I want you to know, in case you don't, I sure hated to see you go
Just tell me what it was that brought you back home again
Was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank
Or two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' bout a boy back home that your heart still needs?
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Yeah, were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Are you back for good or just passin' thorugh?
Do you need me like I need you?
Or was it the cotton fields stretchin' nearly countywide?
Them cool delta mornings or the Jackson nights?
Did your interstate dreams turn into a dead-end street?
Was it a midnight blanket on a river bank?
Two names on a Tupelo water tank?
Was it somethin' bout a boy back home that your heart still needs
So before I take you back like that, baby, tell me one thing
Were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Yeah, were you missin' Mississippi or me?
Writer: Josh Thompson, Riley Green, Tyler Reeve
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Different Round Here (Remix)
'Round here fast is how the grass grows
Lost is what you find on a back road
Proof's in the whiskey, red's in the dirt
And hard work stops at the fence row
We stand for the flag, and if you don't like it, we don't care
'Cause we do things a little different round here
Brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Where right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Easy's at the end of a long day
Free's how you feel, not what you pay
Simple's how we live, thanks is what we give
Roots in the ground's why we stay
Brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Rain on a roof is what a song is
Home is where the heart is
And brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Yeah, we do things a little different 'round here
Lost is what you find on a back road
Proof's in the whiskey, red's in the dirt
And hard work stops at the fence row
We stand for the flag, and if you don't like it, we don't care
'Cause we do things a little different round here
Brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Where right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Easy's at the end of a long day
Free's how you feel, not what you pay
Simple's how we live, thanks is what we give
Roots in the ground's why we stay
Brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Rain on a roof is what a song is
Home is where the heart is
And brave is eighteen wearing army green
Truth is in the words, in red we read
Proud is what you say about where you're from
Heroes are daddies and mamas are love
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different
Right is right, and wrong is wrong, yeah we're
Doing things a little different 'round here
Yeah, we do things a little different 'round here
Writer: Jonathan David Singleton, Riley Green, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aint Like I Can Hide
If you've met me, then you've met my old man
He'll look you in your eyes and shake your hand
Where I'm from, what I believe
Might as well be on my sleeve
And you don't have to wonder who I am
It ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
There's a farm with a flag on a barn on a gravel road
And a swing on a porch of the house that I call home
That's where this boy became a man
You might wonder where I stand
But if you've been there, hell, you already know
'Cause it ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
No, I can't hide the Skoal ring in my blue jeans
Hide the small town in my blood
Hide the country, there's just some things that you can't cover up
It ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it, no
He'll look you in your eyes and shake your hand
Where I'm from, what I believe
Might as well be on my sleeve
And you don't have to wonder who I am
It ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
There's a farm with a flag on a barn on a gravel road
And a swing on a porch of the house that I call home
That's where this boy became a man
You might wonder where I stand
But if you've been there, hell, you already know
'Cause it ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
No, I can't hide the Skoal ring in my blue jeans
Hide the small town in my blood
Hide the country, there's just some things that you can't cover up
It ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it, no
Writer: Bobby Pinson, Chris Dubois, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copenhagen In A Cadillac
Some people 'round here don't know what to think about
A down-home boy with some uptown stuff
Got some big bullhorns strapped on an El Dorado
So they know it's me as soon as I pull up
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Mama always said that I was a little different
When she heard Biggie bumpin' on a burnt CD
The very next song was Sweet Home, Skynyrd
I'm a little hillbilly, yeah, and a little OG (yes, sir)
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
Never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Now, come on
You know it Jelly
Woo, good old honkytonk
I'm a thousand-dollar pappy in a Styrofoam cup
A chicken-fried steak at the country club
A two-piece suite with a camouflage hat
Sippin' fine wine out of a paper sack
Like, Copenhagen in a Cadillac (talk to 'em)
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash (spendin' our cash)
Bet you never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
What about that, Riley?
They don't know nothin' about that, Jelly
Woo, whoa, yeah
A down-home boy with some uptown stuff
Got some big bullhorns strapped on an El Dorado
So they know it's me as soon as I pull up
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Mama always said that I was a little different
When she heard Biggie bumpin' on a burnt CD
The very next song was Sweet Home, Skynyrd
I'm a little hillbilly, yeah, and a little OG (yes, sir)
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
Never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Now, come on
You know it Jelly
Woo, good old honkytonk
I'm a thousand-dollar pappy in a Styrofoam cup
A chicken-fried steak at the country club
A two-piece suite with a camouflage hat
Sippin' fine wine out of a paper sack
Like, Copenhagen in a Cadillac (talk to 'em)
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash (spendin' our cash)
Bet you never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
Spinnin' mud tires while we're spendin' our cash
You've never seen country look quite like that, yeah
Copenhagen in a Cadillac
What about that, Riley?
They don't know nothin' about that, Jelly
Woo, whoa, yeah
Writer: Erik Anderson, Riley Green, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Damn Good Day To Leave
Girl, I always pictured it'd be pourin' down rain
With old Hank singin' some song about trains
And midnight taillights tearing down a highway
Or some other heartbroke cliché
But there's nothin' but blue skies as far as I can see
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Well, how in the hell can I watch the big game
Without me having you here to complain?
And how am I gonna do anything now
Without you here telling me how?
Guess it could be worse, hell, it's seventy-five degrees
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
No doubt
A damn good day to leave
I guess I'll miss the Bachelorette
Well, what a shame
But Channel 8's about to marathon John Wayne
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Yeah, it was a mighty fine day to leave
With old Hank singin' some song about trains
And midnight taillights tearing down a highway
Or some other heartbroke cliché
But there's nothin' but blue skies as far as I can see
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Well, how in the hell can I watch the big game
Without me having you here to complain?
And how am I gonna do anything now
Without you here telling me how?
Guess it could be worse, hell, it's seventy-five degrees
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
No doubt
A damn good day to leave
I guess I'll miss the Bachelorette
Well, what a shame
But Channel 8's about to marathon John Wayne
You picked a damn good day to leave me
Sittin' here, cooler full of Keystone
Nothing to do but fish all day long
A pocket full of three-day weekend money
Ain't a heartbreak cloud in the forecast, honey
I hate to see you go but if you ask me
You picked a damn good day to leave
Yeah, it was a mighty fine day to leave
Writer: Erik Dylan, Jonathan David Singleton, Nick Walsh, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
My Last Rodeo
He was running on fumes
Laid up in that hospital room
Never seen him look so old
He don't know how to quit
No, he'd keep giviner hell right 'til the very end
'Cause that's the only way he knows
I could feel the truth in his old calloused hands
When he took his last breath, looked at me and said
This ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
Don't think you lost the battle
Just climb back up and turn another row
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
But this ain't my last rodeo
He said a man is
Only as good as the woman that he's got standin' beside him
So I thank the good Lord every day 'cause mine is
Somewhere up there and waiting on me to ride in
Boy, that'll be the day
And I'm so close, I can smell her perfume
And I can't wait to watch her light up the room
So this ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
It don't mean you lost the battle
Just climb back up and turn another row
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
But this ain't my last rodeo
I know my time's coming soon
So all I'm asking you to do
Is bury me in my boots
'Cause this ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
It don't mean you lost the battle
So don't shed a tear for me now when I go
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
This ain't my last rodeo
This ain't my last rodeo
This ain't my last rodeo
Laid up in that hospital room
Never seen him look so old
He don't know how to quit
No, he'd keep giviner hell right 'til the very end
'Cause that's the only way he knows
I could feel the truth in his old calloused hands
When he took his last breath, looked at me and said
This ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
Don't think you lost the battle
Just climb back up and turn another row
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
But this ain't my last rodeo
He said a man is
Only as good as the woman that he's got standin' beside him
So I thank the good Lord every day 'cause mine is
Somewhere up there and waiting on me to ride in
Boy, that'll be the day
And I'm so close, I can smell her perfume
And I can't wait to watch her light up the room
So this ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
It don't mean you lost the battle
Just climb back up and turn another row
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
But this ain't my last rodeo
I know my time's coming soon
So all I'm asking you to do
Is bury me in my boots
'Cause this ain't my last rodeo
No, it's just time for this old man to get this show on the road
When life throws you off your saddle
It don't mean you lost the battle
So don't shed a tear for me now when I go
The good Lord might want to call this cowboy home
This ain't my last rodeo
This ain't my last rodeo
This ain't my last rodeo
Writer: Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Workin On Me
Did you already know that Curtis Loew
Was my favorite song before you tipped the band?
Girl, did you mean to run into me when you ordered your drink
Or did it happen by chance?
Was that smile that's catchin' my eyes
Got me dancin' with you what you were tryin' to do?
Well, it's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
It's got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
When you picked that dress, was that just a guess
Or did you already know my favorite color was blue?
Did you read my mind
When you told me you like tequila and lime
And should I order up two?
Girl, whatever you were tryin' to do
It's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
Got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
It's workin' on me
Yeah, it's workin' on me
Was it a part of your plan
Or just a coincidence to get me fallin' me like this?
Girl, whatever it is
It's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
Got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
It's workin' on me
Yeah, it's workin' on me
Was my favorite song before you tipped the band?
Girl, did you mean to run into me when you ordered your drink
Or did it happen by chance?
Was that smile that's catchin' my eyes
Got me dancin' with you what you were tryin' to do?
Well, it's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
It's got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
When you picked that dress, was that just a guess
Or did you already know my favorite color was blue?
Did you read my mind
When you told me you like tequila and lime
And should I order up two?
Girl, whatever you were tryin' to do
It's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
Got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
It's workin' on me
Yeah, it's workin' on me
Was it a part of your plan
Or just a coincidence to get me fallin' me like this?
Girl, whatever it is
It's workin' on me
It's pullin' me in
Got me thinkin' that love might just be what it is
Was that little kiss meant to see where it goes?
Or did your pretty little lips just get a little too close?
I don't know if you're tryin' to turn me on or not
But baby, don't stop
'Cause it's workin' on me
It's workin' on me
Yeah, it's workin' on me
Writer: Randy Ennis Schlappi, Rhett Akins, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Raised Up Right
When mama used my full name, I knew she meant business
I learned to say, "yes sir" from the first time that I didn't
I've felt that bible belt and I know what soap tastes like
I've done my share of wrong but I was raised up right
And I figured out that midnight ain't the same as 12:03
You can't go on a date when your daddy's got your keys
That Skoal can in your sock drawer will keep you home on friday nights
I've learned a lot the hard way, 'cause I was raised up right
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
That Zebco taught me patience, castin' from the bank
And I learned what country music was when grandpa played me, hank
A handshake don't mean nothin' if you don't look 'em in the eye
Hard work will make a boy a man
Yeah, I was raised up right
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
When they pulled me from that water on the day I got baptized
I was raised up, I was
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
I was raised up right
I was raised, raised up right
Raised up right
I learned to say, "yes sir" from the first time that I didn't
I've felt that bible belt and I know what soap tastes like
I've done my share of wrong but I was raised up right
And I figured out that midnight ain't the same as 12:03
You can't go on a date when your daddy's got your keys
That Skoal can in your sock drawer will keep you home on friday nights
I've learned a lot the hard way, 'cause I was raised up right
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
That Zebco taught me patience, castin' from the bank
And I learned what country music was when grandpa played me, hank
A handshake don't mean nothin' if you don't look 'em in the eye
Hard work will make a boy a man
Yeah, I was raised up right
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
When they pulled me from that water on the day I got baptized
I was raised up, I was
Raised up right like my mama's hands in sunday mornin' church
Raised up right like my daddy's can of beer right after work
Like the flag over the courthouse every mornin' at sunrise
I was raised up right
I was raised up right
I was raised, raised up right
Raised up right
Writer: Chris Dubois, Jeremy Bussey, Lynn Hutton, Riley Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
God Made A Good Ol Boy
Chevy made a short-bed pick-up truck
And Martin made a D-18
Hank made a song that I could turn up
And Zebco made a thirty-three
And that's why God made a good old boy
Granddaddy's passed down old 410's
Wrangler made a bootcut jean
Busch put beer in camouflage cans
And John Deere painted 'em green
And that's why God made a good old boy
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
Copenhagen made a can of wintergreen
Justin made a pair of boots
Dale made it cool to be number three
And Jack made ninety proof
And that's why God made a good old boy
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
He made the sun come up and go back down
And then he made what makes my world go 'round
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
Yeah, that's why God made a good old boy
And Martin made a D-18
Hank made a song that I could turn up
And Zebco made a thirty-three
And that's why God made a good old boy
Granddaddy's passed down old 410's
Wrangler made a bootcut jean
Busch put beer in camouflage cans
And John Deere painted 'em green
And that's why God made a good old boy
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
Copenhagen made a can of wintergreen
Justin made a pair of boots
Dale made it cool to be number three
And Jack made ninety proof
And that's why God made a good old boy
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
He made the sun come up and go back down
And then he made what makes my world go 'round
And He made a girl like you
'Cause somehow He knew
That you'd like ridin' old dirt roads
Country songs and dancin' slow
So God made a good old boy
Yeah, that's why God made a good old boy
Writer: Erik Anderson, Jonathan Singleton, Riley Green, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aint My Damn To Give
If the sky was mine and I owned the stars
I'd shoot one over wherever you are
Just to make you think of me tonight
If I had control of the radio
I'd play this song just to let you know
That you're still on my mind
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
If love was a game, I'd change the rules
One give a damn'd be enough for two
And you'd be here right now
If I had a brush that could paint your dreams
I'd use all the shades of what used to be
Make every color count
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
No, that ain't my damn to give
No, it ain't
I'd shoot one over wherever you are
Just to make you think of me tonight
If I had control of the radio
I'd play this song just to let you know
That you're still on my mind
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
If love was a game, I'd change the rules
One give a damn'd be enough for two
And you'd be here right now
If I had a brush that could paint your dreams
I'd use all the shades of what used to be
Make every color count
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
And I'd drive them come back miles
Back to me if I could
If I could find the will or want to for you
Girl, you know I would
If I could change your made-up mind
If I could put words on your lips
I'd say I still do for you just like I did
But that ain't my damn to give
No, that ain't my damn to give
No, it ain't
Writer: Benjamin Simonetti, Jonathan Singleton, Tucker Beathard
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ain't My Last Rodeo is the second studio album by American country music singer Riley Green. The album was released October 13, 2023 via BMLG Records.
Performed By:
Riley GreenGenre(s): Country
Producer(s): Scott Borchetta, Jimmy Harnen, Dann Huff, Michael Knox, Julian Raymond
Length: 39:27
Released: October 13th, 2023
Year: 2023