2/12/09

Alan Jackson: Job Description Lyrics


Well i know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And i just disappear

And i sure don't like to leave you
Couldn't stand for you to think that i don't care
So i wrote this job description
Just to tell you what i do when i'm not there

I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well each night i take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin' songs about my life
All the good times and the bad

Then we say goodbye and we load it up
And head somewhere i've already been
Then i lay down in that double bed alone
And i thank the lord again

I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well i just sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you

2/11/09

Rodney Atkins: It's America Lyrics


Drivin' down the street today
Saw the sign for lemonade
They were the cutest kids
I've seen in this front yard

As they handed me my glass
Smiled and thinkin' to myself
Man what a picture perfect postcard this would make
Of america

It's a high school prom
It's a springstein song
It's a ride in a cheverlet
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
Kids sellin lemonade
It's cities and farms
And open arms
One nation under god
It's america

Later on when I got home
I flipped the t.v on
I saw a little town that some big
Twister tore apart
People came from miles around
Just to help their neighbors out
And I was thinkin' to my self
I'm so glad that I live in america

It's a high school prom
It's a springstein song
It's a ride in a cheverlet
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
Kids sellin lemonade
It's cities and farms
And open arms
One nation under god
It's america

Now we might not always get it right
But there's nowhere else I rather build my life

Cause it's a kid with a chance
It's a rock n roll band
It's a farmer cuttin' hay

It's a flag blowin' in the summer wind
Over some fallen hero's grave.

It's a high school prom
It's a springstein song
It's a welcome home parade
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
Kids sellin lemonade
It's cities and farms
And open arms
One nation under god
It's america
It's a welcome home parade

2/2/09

Brooks & Dunn: Building Bridges Lyrics


Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong.
How long can this keep goin' on?
I'm still blue over losin' you.
What else am I gonna do?

I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
An' all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.

Talk to me, talk to me about sympathy.
Don't leave me beggin' on my knees.
Since you've gone, my heart says something's wrong.
How long can this keep goin' on?

I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.

[Instrumental Break]

I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.

I'm buildin' bridges, (I'm buildin' bridges.)
Straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.

(I'm buildin' bridges.)
Straight to your heart.
Whoa, I,
Whoa I, I'm buildin' bridges,
Straight to your heart.

[Instrumental fade]

2/1/09

Josh Turner: Tears Of God Lyrics


Some had on the Rebel grey, Some the Union blue,
They were fathers sons and brothers, men like me and you.
Engaged in heavy battle, till there came that cloudy draw,
When silence took the battlefield men just stood in awe.

Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,
That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,
Some say it was God's spirit lookin' o'er the bloody sod,
but that rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.

Both sides read his Holy Word and believed it in thier hearts,
But the common ground He'd blessed them with had now been torn apart.
Covered by the blood they shed so many lost their lives,
The fight on that Virginia hill was enough to make Him cry.

Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,
That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,
Some say it was God's spirit looking o'er the bloody sod,
But the rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.

Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,
that cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,
Some say it was God's spirit lookin o'er the bloody sod,
But the Rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.