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Got these calluses from all those nights
Spent playing a telecaster, till my fingers bled bud light I got this scar in a beer bar brawl Outside of Tuscaloosa, stitched it up in a bathroom stall And I got this tattoo in the back of a pool room in east Tennessee Oh, I got a long honkey-tonk history See this solid gold watch change hand Took it off a Texas oil tycoon in a backwoods poker game Look at these holes in my tailgate Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's snub nose 38 Thank god he's a bad shot and I had that toolbox, between him and me Right or wrong that's my honkey-tonk history I love the smell of cigarette's And whiskey on a woman's breath The sound of outlaw music sets me free Blame it on my honkey-tonk history, oh I'm just like my daddy and my daddy's daddy (And his daddy before him) I'm just like my daddy, and his daddy's daddy (And his daddy before him) I love the smell of cigarette's And whiskey on a woman's breath The sound of outlaw music sets me free Right or wrong just carrying on my honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk history Yeah, oh ho |
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| 2. |
| 3:24 |
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It's a long stretch of highway
From Tulsa to Tennessee You know I had to do it my way It may've got the best of me Sometimes at midnight I hear a voice It echoes in my head And says that I still have a choice (Chorus) I could get right Get baptized Tomorrow I could prob'ly have a pretty good life But tonight I Don't think I'll Slow these horses down There's a full moon Hear the wolf howl And one more drink'll put me on the ground But tonight I've gone too far to turn around Should have listened to my mama Lord knows, that woman tried Yeah, she saw this road a-comin' And her fears were justified I can't hide I can't run I can still see the smoke from the barrel of the gun What's gone is gone And what's done is done (Repeat chorus) Woooooah, is there a Heaven or a Hell? Woooooah, only time will tell There's a full moon Hear the wolf howl And one more drink'll put me on the ground But tonight I've gone too far Tonight I've gone too far Tonight I've gone too far to turn around |
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| 3. |
| 2:50 |
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> Callin all girlfriends, spring break weekend,
Meetin at the Taxaco. Wine coolers, six packs, cigarettes and tic-tacs, Fill it up and hit the road. Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone, Make it to the beach by ten. Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs, Baby let the games begin. [Chorus] Girls gone wild, reality TV style, Just miles and miles of those girls gone wild. Breakin hearts usin daddy's credit card, Momma hollers stop that child, Don't you know the girls gone wild. They're lookin real pretty down in Panama City, They're dancin down in New Orleans, Cancun, Cozumel, gettin down an raisin hell, Livin every bad boy's dream, Viva Las Vegas, gettin outrageous, Crusin down the L.A. strip, They loaded in a limo hangin out the window, Let's wind it up and let it rip! [Chorus] Girls girls girls gone wild. (girls girls girls gone wild) Girls girls girls gone wild. Sally sue and Tamera, smillin for the camera. Dolla met a doctor from LSU. Alli Ann and Amy went a little crazy. Ridin home sittin on a new tattoo. [Chorus] Girls girls girls gone wild. (girls girls girls gone wild) Girls girls girls gone wild. |
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| 4. |
| 3:19 |
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I believe there's a right
And I believe there's a wrong The north and south Black and white Can somehow get along What say you What say you I believe there's a basic goal in the heart of every man And I'm not gone to criticize what I can't understand What say you What say you I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind To take a stand, to draw the line To speak my heart and bare my soul I don't like lies I'd rather know the truth Hey, what say you What say you But I'm not ashamed of where I come from With this blue color on my shoulder And I don't love full handouts Cause I'm not afraid to work What say you Yeah, what say you Man, I don't talk no religion And I ain't gonna wave that flag But I love God and look for a miracle And I fight for what I have What say you Yeah, what say you I know I'm not always right I don't think I'm better than you I don't have all the answers But I share my point of view What say you I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind To take a stand, to draw the line To speak my heart and bare my soul I don't like lies I'd rather know the truth So what say you What say you What say you and you and you and you ... What say you |
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| 5. |
| 4:06 |
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Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down Before you pack away my trunk case I'd like to take a final bow. One last chance to hear the laughter And see your face there in the crowd One last moment in the spotlight One last chance to be your clown. I guess you're tired of walking tightropes Of setting up and tearing down You want a place to call forever And rest your feet on solid ground. Somewhere you've lost that sense of wonder But that's still the place I'm bound I'm a storm in search of thunder I'm just a circus leaving town. Once we could fill the room with laughter And fill each other's hearts with joy Through each trial and disaster Still we cling to our choice. To take a path so unforgiving A road that waits for no one You know we chose to keep on living Lord, tell me where did we go wrong. I guess you're tired of walking tightropes Of setting up and tearing down You want a place to call forever And rest your feet on solid ground. Don't try to break this spell I'm under And stop these wheels from spinning around I'm a storm in search of thunder Yes, I'm just a circus leaving town. Some day you'll wake up and wonder And your heart will start to pound And you'll long for the thunder And the kiss is of a clown... |
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| 6. |
| 3:12 |
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So your friends have been telling you
I'm outta my mind, actin' all wild and weird Shoutin' and screechin', bouncin' off the walls Swinging from the chandeliers I've been running through the neon jungle I've been chasing every woman in town When you turn a man into a monkey That monkey's gonna monkey around Now, wait until you see my new girlfriend I picked her up down at the zoo She's got rings in her nose, glitter on her toes And a very well placed tattoo Now that I've been up on the high wire You ain't ever gonna get me down When you turn a man into a monkey That monkey's gonna monkey around Well, once you had me dancing at the end of your chain Begging for your small change love I was jumping through hoops, doing loopty loops Yeah but girl I finally had enough So when ya see me out rockin' in my little red hat Going eight ball over town Well you made a man into a monkey That monkey's gonna monkey around, monkey with it now Yeah, once you had me dancing at the end of your chain Begging for your small change love I was jumping through hoops, doing loopty loops Yeah but, girl I finally had enough So when ya see me out rockin' in my little red hat Going eight ball over town Well you made a man into a monkey And that monkey's gonna monkey around Yeah, baby You made a man into a monkey This monkey's gonna monkey around, yea Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea |
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| 3:47 |
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How he got that GI Joe in the church this morning
I don't know but he ain't listening to the preacher Like his mama taught him to She's wanting me to cross the aisle Go, sit over there with him awhile Make him turn around and sit up straight Stop playing in the pew To watch him is all that I can do Cause I look at him and I see a boy And I see trouble and I see joy See innocence and headstrong And a heart full of dreams I look at him and I'm so amazed I'm so proud and then sooo afraid That the apple didn't fall quite far enough from the tree Yeah I look at him and I see me Already says when he grows up He's gonna have a big ole truck And I can see him getting stuck On some private property He'll take chances, he'll take dare's And keep his mama and me scared to death When he goes out at night You know I'll bet we'll never sleep I guess I get what my dad got from me Cause' I look at him and I see a teen Having fun doing stupid things I see roadblocks I see mistakes I see heartbreak he can't see I look at him and I'm so amazed I'm so proud and then sooo afraid That the apple didn't fall quite far enough from the tree Ohhh I look at him and I see me I look at him and I see me Breaking down one day As he packs up all his things To move awayyyyy I look at him and I'm so amazed I'm so proud and then sooo afraid That the apple didn't fall quite far enough from the tree Yeah I look at him and I see me |
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| 2:58 |
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Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher
At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker all of his life Came in early one night, find his pretty wife In the arms of another man There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad In a smoke filled late night club by the river Sat a stranger dealing five card stud He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter There to take the money and run They caught the fella cheatin' So they set him up a meeting With his maker in the promise land Nobody sees a thing when a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth, but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin' Wantin' money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the hollar When night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad |
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| 3:19 |
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There ain't a road
That we ain't traveled Good times and bad Both great and small And when it seemed It all would all come unraveled We held each other And we stood tall [Chorus:] And all my dreams Are still about you You're still the answer I need when I call While some may seem In life that they've had nothing You and I girl We've had it all Never imagined When I first met you That our love Would last so long The fire still burns Each time I touch you The strength inside you Has made me strong [Chorus] We've let nothing come between us We've stood the cold hard test of time Vows we've made and never broken Ohh 'cause I've cherished yours You've cherished mine I can't remember My life without you Our hearts together Have made us whole When we complete Our final journey I'll have your spirit You'll have my soul Cause you and I girl We've had it all |
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| 10. |
| 3:27 |
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Cadillac on the interstate
Ran a redneck in the ditch Big city lawyer calls Says, "son gonna make you rich Just put your shoulder in a sling And your neck in a brace We're gonna take his butt to court Take everything he makes" And it's all about the money There's a local politician Who said he needed our vote He'd put two chickens in every pot And pave all the country roads But we ain't see that S.O.B Since the day he raised his hand We're still dodging pot holes Eatin' potted mean and spam It's all about the money Yes, it's all about the money A handshake used to be All you used to need to make a deal, yes it was But now they look you in the eye And tell a big ol' bold faced lie With a team of lawyers Movin' in for the kill It's all about the money They say they are your best friends As longs as you're buying the rounds They'll light your smokes tell you jokes At every bar in town As soon as you hit some hard times And the good times disappear You're all alone and they're all gone And one thing is for clear It's all about the money Yes, it's all about the money It's all about the money It's all about the money It's all about the It's all about the money |
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| 3:05 |
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You'd think after forty
Long days and nights I'd finally get used to the rain But until the storm passes Outta my mind The only thing I know To take for the pain is Small, small doses A sip at a time A little whiskey and water I'll sit here all night Some live with heartaches But I'm killin' mine With small, small doses A sip at a time My doctor said "Son Ain't a thing I can do To help you get on with your life" So till I find a way To forget about you Me and your memory Will have a big time With small, small doses A sip at a time A little whiskey and water I'll sit here all night Some live with heartaches But I'm killin' mine With small, small doses A sip at a time With small, small doses A sip at a time A little Jim Beam and water I'll sit here all night Some live with heartaches But I'm killing mine With small, small doses A sip at a time With small, small doses A sip at a time |
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| 12. |
| 3:42 |
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Well, you must be from the city
Cause you sure ain't from round here There ain't no smoke free section We dont sell no import beer You been throwin' round that attitude Since you walked through the door I dont know where you come from but you ain't there anymore Chorus When in rome you can do like the romans But where you're down home You better do like us You've been lookin' down your nose At our water tower town Ain't no one getting rich But there's enough to go around If you dont't like Tracy's cookin' Well you best still leave a tip She's back there in that kitchen With a baby on her hip Repeat chorus You put your best foot forward When you go to meet a man Look him in the eye And put a good grip on his hand Don't cuss around the ladies Tell us how to raise our kids We like doin' business Like our daddy's daddies did When you drive off in your beamer If you don't do 35 Don't give no lip to Buford Or he might just dot your eye And when your at the courthouse Before judge mcCall You'd best not say a word 'bout them commandments on his wall naw Repeat chorus 2x Yeah, when in Rome You can do like the romans Yeah |
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