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The Hangover
03:07
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Boys night out and I went drinkin’
Lookin’ back now what was I thinkin’
It’ll take a month before I get sober
Heaven help me I’m hung over
The wife wants to shoppin’ and the kids wanna play
But I’m not getting up off this couch today, I’m hung over
Don’t know how many whiskey’s that I slammed down
Bouncer threw me out I was a little too loud
He almost took my head clean off my shoulders
That ain’t helpin’ this hangover
The wife is starin’ at me like she’s not very proud
And why she gotta blink so loud, when I’m hung over
I would pray to the lord my soul to keep
That Jesus takes me in my sleep
I would get down on my knees and pray
For heaven to take away my pain, but I’m too hung over
Haven’t had a bite in the last 5 days
Stuck between a coma and alcoholic haze
Got the devils migraine on my shoulders
Ain’t no cure for this hangover
The wife is starin’ at me like she’s not very proud
And why she gotta blink so loud, when I’m hung over
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2. |
My Kinda Crazy
02:54
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Tight blue jeans, sleeve tattoo
Country girl class and attitude
Radio up, in her pickup truck, my kinda crazy
She can play nice, or tell you off
Flip you the bird, not speak at all
Don’t take no lip, shoots from the hip, my kinda crazy
She’s no angel, sinner or a saint
Don’t pretend to be someone that she ain’t
She will always, be the only
One for me, my kinda crazy
She likes her Merle, and her Hank
Shakin’ her swag down by that riverbank
With nothin’ on, been way too long, since she’s been crazy
Down on Main Street, showin’ off
With her glass half full of Smirnoff
We tied one on, we go home, and get a little crazy
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I think I know where is going
And I know you think it too
So before we give up on us
There is one thing we can do
Why don’t you and me go back to,
To the day that we said I do
Forget the wrong and make it right
Fall in love again tonight
Like the day we said I do
All this silence gets us nowhere
And were both the ones to blame
Now we know what we have to do
Or things are never gonna change
Hold my hand and let us close our eyes, re-lit the flame that burned out inside
You and me made it back to,
To the day that we said I do
Forgave the wrong and made it right
Fell in love again tonight
Like the day we said I do
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4. |
Here's Your Song
03:01
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She’s the Daughter, of the devil
On earth, she can raise hell
She’s the eye, in a C5 hurricane
She’s the lightening, in a thunderstorm
Been that way, since she was born
Her Daddy told me, what I was in for
It’s not me, girl it’s you
It’s time they know the whole damn truth
That your more than just a little bit insane
Here’s your song, that you asked me for
Let me show your ass out the door
It’s not me, girl it’s you
She’ll match you, go toke for smoke
Out drink you, be the reason your broke
Cause a scene, in a Wal-Mart parking lot
Spend the whole day, on her phone
Won’t leave me, the hell alone
Can’t let her down any easier than this
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You won’t find any dust on my old records
The troubadour’s from music city row
Now I like, a lot of drive, in my country music
But why they drop the mic ill never know
I wasn’t raised on your kinda country
They don’t make em’ like the legends anymore
Play me some Merle, George and Willie
Johnny Cash and Conway Twitty
The troubadour’s from music city row
Where did we go wrong with country music?
How did we let the roots just slip away?
Fiddle and a six string, three chords and the god’s honest truth
Is all the opry legend’s ever used
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6. |
Bad Man
04:24
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Judge called me a bad man, said I shall be shunned
From going to heaven, for what I have done
I went vigilante, with my knife and gun’s
Of all ten commandants, I only broke one
I honoured thy neighbour, until he coved my wife
He raped my Maria, and shattered her life
I emptied both pistols, and he felt my steel
I broke one commandant, thou shall not kill
They called me a bad man, and I shall be shunned
From going to heaven, for what I have done
I went vigilante, with my knife and gun’s
The bastard broke nine commandants, I only broke one
Boss man come get me, and cut off my hair
Lightening pass through me, when I sit in that chair
When I meet my creator, I’ll know if I’m shunned
Just watch over Maria, cause lord she never broke none
Lord watch over Maria, cause you know,
She never broke none
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Pour one for the girl who left
And tore my heart into
And a double for the dreams I had
And gave up way too soon
Make em’ strong and mix em’ fast
And keep them comin’ around
And pour it from the bottle
That never let me down
I’m a walking talking country song
Haven’t got nothing right in way too long
I’d say it can’t get any worst, but you know that I’m cursed
I’m a walking talking country song
I thought my luck would turn around
But trouble is my middle name
I could use a glass of pick me up
Runnin’ through my veins
To get me through the ride I’m on
This one man rodeo
And until it turns right side up,
Hard luck is all I know
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8. |
You
03:12
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I lie awake at night just thinking, about you
Wondering where the hell do I go from here without you
All I ever wanted was to build my world around you
I feel like I’m dying, without you
I’d give anything in this world right now to hold you
I’d do more than tell you I love you girl I’d show you
Softly kiss your sweet lips and never, let go of you
I feel like I’m dying without you
You are the music and the words
To every love song, that I’ve ever heard
I wonder if you think about me too
And do you still love me, like I still love you
I guess I better get used to livin my old life without you
And not a day goes by I’m not livin in the memories of you
I’m trying hard to find my way in this world without you
I feel like I’m dying, without you
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Been a couple rough months so I tell ya what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna sit my sorry ass down on some bar stool
Gonna blow every penny just burin through memories of you
That’s what I’m gonna do
Cause girl that smell on you ain’t from my cologne
And who’s that private caller on your cell phone
I gave you my heart but it wasn’t enough
So if your gonna play mean, I’m gonna play tough
You can call me reckless you can call me cruel
Your in another mans bed, and that ain’t cool
Call me heartless, for acting tough
But it took all of my love, to hate you this much
Now don’t you worry bout me comin back for half
If it reminds of you then I won’t be needin’ any of that
I don’t need no reminders of me and you
Or any other troubles that you put me through
But here’s what I’m gonna do
Gonna sit my sorry ass down on some bar stool
Gonna blow every penny just burin through memories of you
You can call me reckless you can call me cruel
Your in another mans bed, and that ain’t cool
Call me heartless for acting tough
But it took all of my love, to hate you this much
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10. |
Whiskey and Jones
03:36
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Like Tennessee Whiskey and Choices
Thoughts flow from mistakes that I’ve made
Like waitin’ around for the last call
That comes round just a little too late
Too late for me to go back
Gotta leave everything behind
Sit down and hold on to the bottle
And listen to him one more time
Whiskey and Jones, when the heartaches go cold
Take my worry away, as the ole possum sings
Yesterday’s wine, don’t have the same hold
Tonight it’s just me, Whiskey and Jones
I still spend my nights at a barroom
Where I take my sorrows to drown
When I hear ole George the volume goes up
And another, whiskey goes down
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