We come from Eastabuchie Booger Hooker Possum Knuckle Bug and Grinder's Switch
We hoop and holler when old Charlie Daniels calls that devil son of a bitch
Yeah we plow it, nail it, bail it, then hightail it to town
We spend our payday on them ladies and them long necked rounds
We gonna live out past the limits 'til the day that we die
We're from the banjo chicken pluckin', double clutchin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
We like them shiny silver buckle, straight tequila, Wrangler knuckle Barbie dolls
We got them bait and tackle, barbecutie booty tannin' one stop shoppin' malls
We like our Beech-Nut long cut, Truck Nutz hangin' off of the hitch
We whiskey shoot it, scoot it Fridays when we're hillbilly rich
Charlotte's brother's on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie
Out in the deer and dirt road ruttin', corn row cuttin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
Can I get an Amen? Come on! Amen!
We love our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance, too
We bleed in John Deere green, red and white and blue
Screw politically correct, we gonna let it fly
Out in the get it good and stuck and mother truckin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
Tyler Farr - Suffer In Peace Album Lyrics
Tyler Farr - Suffer In Peace Lyrics
Writer: Andy Sheridan, Jason De Ford, Josh Mirenda, Tyler Farr, Vicky Mcgehee
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUND HILL MUSIC
A Guy Walks Into A Bar
The joke's on me and it ain't funny
Everybody but me could see the punch line coming a mile away
I've heard it so many times I can tell it to the T
Believe me I could sell it all day
It goes
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
I'd laugh too if my heart would let me
Keeping it light will probably help to get me over you
I'm walking, talking, drinking proof
A cliché in a corner booth
Ain't nothing new
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar
Everybody but me could see the punch line coming a mile away
I've heard it so many times I can tell it to the T
Believe me I could sell it all day
It goes
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
I'd laugh too if my heart would let me
Keeping it light will probably help to get me over you
I'm walking, talking, drinking proof
A cliché in a corner booth
Ain't nothing new
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink
Sees a girl that catches his eye
Asks her if she wants another
They fall for each other and end up lovers
They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while
Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark
And a guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar
A guy walks into a bar
Writer: Brad Francis Tursi, Jonathan Singleton, Melissa Peirce
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Withdrawals
You were that whiskey running through my veins
You were that first sweet taste of Mary Jane
All alone in the darkness watching my hands shake
But they don't have a rehab for heartbreak
It's your blue sundress with the strap falling off of your shoulder
It's that all night moonlight drive, you saying baby pull over, pull over
It's that long kiss barely coming up for air
Had to have you anytime and everywhere
So hooked on you probably never get clean and sober
Whoa, I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
It's the rain on the window with your body wrapped tight around me
It's that lightning flash in your eyes make me want you so badly, madly
You're the ghost that's still sleeping in my bed
A song I can't turn off in my head
You're the perfect storm, yeah baby, and I'm still drowning
Whoa, I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals, yeah
I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
You were that first sweet taste of Mary Jane
All alone in the darkness watching my hands shake
But they don't have a rehab for heartbreak
It's your blue sundress with the strap falling off of your shoulder
It's that all night moonlight drive, you saying baby pull over, pull over
It's that long kiss barely coming up for air
Had to have you anytime and everywhere
So hooked on you probably never get clean and sober
Whoa, I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
It's the rain on the window with your body wrapped tight around me
It's that lightning flash in your eyes make me want you so badly, madly
You're the ghost that's still sleeping in my bed
A song I can't turn off in my head
You're the perfect storm, yeah baby, and I'm still drowning
Whoa, I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals, yeah
I bang my head against the moon
I bang my fist against the wall
You always used to get me high
Now all I do is crash and fall
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
I'm going through withdrawals
Yeah you got me going through 'em
Writer: Gordie Sampson, Hillary Lindsey, Joshua Kear
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Damn Good Friends
You're drivin' back home down 246
You almost hit a deer and you end up in a ditch
You can't pull forward and you can't back out
You're sittin' there thinkin' whatcha gonna do now
You'd be a little nervous if a cop showed up
'Cause you drank a little maybe just a little too much
Waitin' on a tow truck takes too long
It's two in the mornin'... who you gonna call
Friends... damn good friends
Seven minutes later they're pullin' you out
You know the ones I'm talkin' about
Friends... damn good friends
You can count 'em all on one of your hands
You got a hundred buddies
A couple of damn good friends
So you're all shootin' pool on a Saturday night
This little brunette keeps givin' you the eye
So you buy her a drink, before too long
You're out on the floor in the middle of a song
About that time her ex shows up
He's starin' you down gettin' all bowed up
He's a big ol' jacked up S.O.B
That's alright he's about to meet your...
Friends... damn good friends
A few seconds later he's startin' to see
It ain't one on one... it's one on three
Friends... damn good friends
They do it for you 'cause you'd do it for them
You got a hundred buddies
But a couple of damn good friends
They're there even when you don't see 'em as much
Cause you moved away or you fell in love
But they're wearin' a tux when you're sayin' your vows
And if you crash and burn you can crash on their couch
Friends... damn good friends
They love you like a brother there ain't no doubt
You know the ones I'm talkin' about
Friends... damn good friends
You can count 'em all on one of your hands
You got a hundred buddies
And a couple of damn good friends
Oh, damn good friends
You almost hit a deer and you end up in a ditch
You can't pull forward and you can't back out
You're sittin' there thinkin' whatcha gonna do now
You'd be a little nervous if a cop showed up
'Cause you drank a little maybe just a little too much
Waitin' on a tow truck takes too long
It's two in the mornin'... who you gonna call
Friends... damn good friends
Seven minutes later they're pullin' you out
You know the ones I'm talkin' about
Friends... damn good friends
You can count 'em all on one of your hands
You got a hundred buddies
A couple of damn good friends
So you're all shootin' pool on a Saturday night
This little brunette keeps givin' you the eye
So you buy her a drink, before too long
You're out on the floor in the middle of a song
About that time her ex shows up
He's starin' you down gettin' all bowed up
He's a big ol' jacked up S.O.B
That's alright he's about to meet your...
Friends... damn good friends
A few seconds later he's startin' to see
It ain't one on one... it's one on three
Friends... damn good friends
They do it for you 'cause you'd do it for them
You got a hundred buddies
But a couple of damn good friends
They're there even when you don't see 'em as much
Cause you moved away or you fell in love
But they're wearin' a tux when you're sayin' your vows
And if you crash and burn you can crash on their couch
Friends... damn good friends
They love you like a brother there ain't no doubt
You know the ones I'm talkin' about
Friends... damn good friends
You can count 'em all on one of your hands
You got a hundred buddies
And a couple of damn good friends
Oh, damn good friends
Writer: BRENT ANDERSON, CHRIS DUBOIS, NEIL MEDLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Suffer In Peace
Girl you know I love this town, lived here all my life
Right up 'til you left me, figured this would be where I'd die
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout a U-Haul, selling everything I can't haul
Get a load of you off my chest move out west, maybe Utah
Find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
Irish setter, my old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Read that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
Think I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
Saw you last Saturday and I just about lost my cool
You were sittin' in his car at the Tiger Mart by our old high school
Back to square one again, gettin' over you over again
Girl I need to be somewhere else, 'cause I don't trust myself around you and him
I'm thinkin' cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
An Irish setter, my old guitar, a .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
No TV, no telephone
Hang this heartache on a rainbow
And find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
My Irish setter, an old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
I can suffer in peace
Suffer in peace
Right up 'til you left me, figured this would be where I'd die
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout a U-Haul, selling everything I can't haul
Get a load of you off my chest move out west, maybe Utah
Find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
Irish setter, my old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Read that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
Think I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
Saw you last Saturday and I just about lost my cool
You were sittin' in his car at the Tiger Mart by our old high school
Back to square one again, gettin' over you over again
Girl I need to be somewhere else, 'cause I don't trust myself around you and him
I'm thinkin' cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
An Irish setter, my old guitar, a .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
No TV, no telephone
Hang this heartache on a rainbow
And find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
My Irish setter, an old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
I can suffer in peace
Suffer in peace
Writer: AARON GAYLE BARKER, PHILIP EUGENE O'DONNELL
Copyright: Lyrics © HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Raised To Pray
Smoking Swishers like we just don't care
Holding 99 cent lighters way up in the air
Drowning fears with the King of Beers 'til we wasn't scared
To talk to the girl on the rusted out fender
I remember stealing pallets just to build us a fire
Out in a field full of whiskey, weeds, and wine
Running on empty but I never got tired
Of keeping mama up all night and making daddy wanna kick my ass
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Sure owe a lot to that old King James
Under the seat with my last name
On the cover of it, should have opened it more
Instead of letting it slide around on the truck floor
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
We were washed in the blood
Covered in mud
Holding onto anything that felt like love
Come hell or high water we wouldn't let it go
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Yeah, raised to pray
At the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Holding 99 cent lighters way up in the air
Drowning fears with the King of Beers 'til we wasn't scared
To talk to the girl on the rusted out fender
I remember stealing pallets just to build us a fire
Out in a field full of whiskey, weeds, and wine
Running on empty but I never got tired
Of keeping mama up all night and making daddy wanna kick my ass
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Sure owe a lot to that old King James
Under the seat with my last name
On the cover of it, should have opened it more
Instead of letting it slide around on the truck floor
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
We were washed in the blood
Covered in mud
Holding onto anything that felt like love
Come hell or high water we wouldn't let it go
We were going nowhere fast
Living for the moment, not thinking ahead or looking back
From the outside looking in
We might have been a little rough around the edges
But the devil couldn't catch us 'cause, hey, at the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Yeah, raised to pray
At the end of the day
We were raised to pray
Writer: ADAM SANDERS, BRAD WARREN, BRETT WARREN, LANCE MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Criminal
I thought I had it locked up tight, had the only key to my life
Thought I built the walls up high enough
I was king of the neon lights, wore the crown on Friday nights
I was winning the losing fight 'til you showed up, yeah
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away and
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
Girl you didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal
How'd you get away with this, I thought it was just a kiss
I ain't been the same since you laid it on me
Yeah baby you wrecked this place with just a smile on your pretty face
It's all changed, didn't leave a trace of the old me, baby
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away and
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
Girl you didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal, yeah
You're a criminal
So take it all girl, I won't stop you
Oh and I'm so glad that I caught you, now I got you
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
You didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal
Baby, you're a criminal, yeah
You're a criminal
You're a criminal
Thought I built the walls up high enough
I was king of the neon lights, wore the crown on Friday nights
I was winning the losing fight 'til you showed up, yeah
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away and
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
Girl you didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal
How'd you get away with this, I thought it was just a kiss
I ain't been the same since you laid it on me
Yeah baby you wrecked this place with just a smile on your pretty face
It's all changed, didn't leave a trace of the old me, baby
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away and
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
Girl you didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal, yeah
You're a criminal
So take it all girl, I won't stop you
Oh and I'm so glad that I caught you, now I got you
You kicked my door in and stole my heart away
Took all my lonely nights and ran off with my bad days
You didn't leave nothing but the wonderful
You're a beautiful criminal
Baby, you're a criminal, yeah
You're a criminal
You're a criminal
Writer: DALLAS DAVIDSON, RHETT AKINS, ASHLEY GORLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Better In Boots
Yeah, you know I love you in a tight dress
But you're, oh my God, slippin' out of it
You turn me on, girl, you know you do
But you tear me up even better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
Fair, girl, it ain't even fair
When all it takes is you lettin' down your hair
To drive me wild like you know you do
It works every time but even better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put them Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in them boots
But you're, oh my God, slippin' out of it
You turn me on, girl, you know you do
But you tear me up even better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
Fair, girl, it ain't even fair
When all it takes is you lettin' down your hair
To drive me wild like you know you do
It works every time but even better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put your Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
We ain't gotta worry 'bout gettin' dirty
We can do whatever we want
Baby, put them Luccheses on
You know you want to
'Cause we got a full moon
And it's Friday night
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in boots
Girl, you got me so hooked
Ain't nothin' ever looked better in them boots
Writer: DAVE PITTENGER, DAVID PITTENGER, JUSTIN WILSON, NAOMI COOKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Poor Boy
I used to drive my truck 'cross the train tracks
A hard day's work piled up in the back
Muddy boots and a grease stained Atlanta Braves cap, yeah
I was just a poor boy
I felt a little outta place on your front porch
The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door
Everything he didn't say told me he wasn't sure
'Bout this poor boy
But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
You didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
I'd crack a smile when them rich boys would look our way
I knew that they were thinkin', man, there ain't no way
He can't keep her happy, no, that girl won't ever stay
With that poor boy
But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
You didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
Baby, we just kept on rockin' on
In a beat up truck, a Keith Whitley song
Girl, your heart of gold
Proved 'em all wrong
'Cause you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
And you didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
I was just a poor boy
You loved a poor boy, yeah yeah
A hard day's work piled up in the back
Muddy boots and a grease stained Atlanta Braves cap, yeah
I was just a poor boy
I felt a little outta place on your front porch
The look on your daddy's face when he opened the door
Everything he didn't say told me he wasn't sure
'Bout this poor boy
But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
You didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
I'd crack a smile when them rich boys would look our way
I knew that they were thinkin', man, there ain't no way
He can't keep her happy, no, that girl won't ever stay
With that poor boy
But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
You didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
Baby, we just kept on rockin' on
In a beat up truck, a Keith Whitley song
Girl, your heart of gold
Proved 'em all wrong
'Cause you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
And you didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my love and
The key to the heart
Of a poor boy
I was just a poor boy
You loved a poor boy, yeah yeah
Writer: DALLAS DAVIDSON, RHETT AKINS, BEN HAYSLIP, TYLER FARR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
I Dont Even Want This Beer
Been on this binge for way too long
I ain't been sober since you've been gone
They say this time I'm in too deep
There's a man in the mirror but it ain't me
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
I wonder if she's alone tonight
Thinkin' 'bout all I didn't do right
Or is she out on the town in my favorite dress
With some ol' boy tryin' his best
To get her buzzin' just enough she might say yes
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
Don't want this high
All I want is you tonight
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
I don't even want this beer
I ain't been sober since you've been gone
They say this time I'm in too deep
There's a man in the mirror but it ain't me
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
I wonder if she's alone tonight
Thinkin' 'bout all I didn't do right
Or is she out on the town in my favorite dress
With some ol' boy tryin' his best
To get her buzzin' just enough she might say yes
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
Don't want this high
All I want is you tonight
Here I am getting tore up on a Tuesday
Sittin' here lettin' her get to me
Tryin' to make the pain and another one disappear
I oughta be dialin' up her number
Sayin' I'm sorry, can I come over
Makes me wonder what the hell I'm doin' here
I don't even want this beer
I don't even want this beer
Writer: HOUSTON AUBREY PAUL PHILLIPS, PHILIP EUGENE O'DONNELL, TYLER FARR, WADE A KIRBY
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP
Why We Live Here
Got an alright house and a pretty nice yard
A screen door dog that stays on guard
Got a buddy up the road that's got my back
'Round here it ain't hard to find folks like that
Got a gun and a Bible by my bed
Try to live by the words in red
I ain't got a lot but I got enough
By God I believe, in God we trust
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here
Right now there's a man serving overseas
Seeing things he wished he didn't see
Picture of his wife tucked in his vest
Fighting a fight we ain't finished yet
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here, yeah
Whether your road
Is dirt or paved
Red, white, and blue
We're all the same
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and ice cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here
A screen door dog that stays on guard
Got a buddy up the road that's got my back
'Round here it ain't hard to find folks like that
Got a gun and a Bible by my bed
Try to live by the words in red
I ain't got a lot but I got enough
By God I believe, in God we trust
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here
Right now there's a man serving overseas
Seeing things he wished he didn't see
Picture of his wife tucked in his vest
Fighting a fight we ain't finished yet
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here, yeah
Whether your road
Is dirt or paved
Red, white, and blue
We're all the same
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and ice cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we live here
Writer: DALLAS DAVIDSON, HOUSTON PHILLIPS, TYLER FARR
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC