tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61737758808747048862024-03-05T14:05:46.433-08:00Country Music LyricsGet lyrics for your favorite country music songs.
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Discuss your interpretations of the country music lyrics of each song.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-31054621672001209842009-07-06T10:20:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:22:53.552-07:00James Otto : Never Say Goodbye Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uK3tXiu97GqUEFGcx_YcpVVBrWj_mGUWAgF0Gxg_OO7hNXbaZt3zlMP3aBn_ePuJbxRq5sMQiGAFqIhUcy91AOkc38nLxSW8llb0W8AEo_vgD2rtFoJsaRt3nlk71ZdgnQPn7oxTzk0/s1600-h/jamesott.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uK3tXiu97GqUEFGcx_YcpVVBrWj_mGUWAgF0Gxg_OO7hNXbaZt3zlMP3aBn_ePuJbxRq5sMQiGAFqIhUcy91AOkc38nLxSW8llb0W8AEo_vgD2rtFoJsaRt3nlk71ZdgnQPn7oxTzk0/s200/jamesott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398869433336018" border="0" /></a><br />Your bags are packed<br />And your cab's out back<br />Guess it's too late to change your mind<br />But before you leave<br />Do one thing for me<br />Just turn around<br />And look me in the eyes<br /><br />(Chorus:)<br />And say you'll love me<br />But you need a little time<br />Make me believe that<br />You're still mine<br />Tell me anything<br />Even if it's just a lie<br />But never, never, never say goodbye<br /><br />Baby, please<br />I'm on my knees<br />I'm begging you not<br />To close that door<br />'Cause I can't live without you<br />'Cause everything about you<br />Makes my life worth living for<br /><br />So, say you'll love me<br />But you need a little time<br />Make me believe that<br />You're still mine<br />Tell me anything<br />Even if it's just a lie<br />But never, never, never say goodbye<br />Yeah...<br /><br />Ooh, so say you'll love me<br />But you need a little time, just a little time<br />Make me believe<br />That you're still mine<br />Tell me anything<br />Even if it's just a lie<br />But never, never, never<br />Never, never<br />Say goodbye<br />Yeah...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-53962652814428934892009-07-04T23:23:00.000-07:002009-07-04T23:25:58.903-07:00Kellie Pickler : Rocks Instead of Rice Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByPLEX2HrMRwYXyA8ziVzwKJskv-FXlJ_OhrgV8aBKYatsemxgtrVCH334fQhCBCd2Yp-Tm9cyWNWRf3dFpkYv-Rz9jmeFlYy-9y5GU18IqchHhy730XKHGiAI-EWFAr225ogL6TCSQs/s1600-h/Kellie-Pickler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByPLEX2HrMRwYXyA8ziVzwKJskv-FXlJ_OhrgV8aBKYatsemxgtrVCH334fQhCBCd2Yp-Tm9cyWNWRf3dFpkYv-Rz9jmeFlYy-9y5GU18IqchHhy730XKHGiAI-EWFAr225ogL6TCSQs/s200/Kellie-Pickler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354858503668432690" border="0" /></a><br />Long, white limousine pulls up to a church<br />The sick part of me wishes it was a hearse<br />I didn't get an invitation but I'm here anyway<br />And I don't care if I'm crashing their big day<br /><br />Well, it might not be too Christian of me<br />And it might not be too nice<br />But I wish we were all just standing around<br />Throwing rocks instead of rice<br /><br />Long, white dress<br />This must be some kind of joke<br />Virgin? Please! She ain't fooling these folks<br />If the three of us were on Jerry Springer<br />I'd be pulling her hair<br />And I'd kick that lying sack of shoulda known better<br />You know where<br />[ Kellie Pickler Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]<br /><br />Well, it might not be too Christian of me<br />And it might not be too nice<br />But I wish we were all just standing around<br />Throwing rocks instead of rice<br /><br />Well, the vows that they just made sound sweet and sincere<br />Place your bets, my money's on less than a year<br /><br />Well, it might not be too Christian of me<br />And it might not be too nice<br />But I wish we were all just standing around<br />Throwing rocks instead of rice<br /><br />Yeah, I wish we were all just standing around<br />Throwing rocks instead of riceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-90647241864148555642009-07-01T13:07:00.001-07:002009-07-01T13:07:56.908-07:00Brad Paisley - Start a Band Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5s8nJQoPNrjCpf_i5B0-3mgRfzV9-hbb-3uYpoWx15RXGLlmTy5brtYzcKW2bu3BLPAtnevZfyIk9J2xZyYcNqwKTnqfGNf9TQx6K9xpGzPFZ0G_RVObGpENasA6NdwHASE56Ffpafnk/s1600-h/brad_paisley_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5s8nJQoPNrjCpf_i5B0-3mgRfzV9-hbb-3uYpoWx15RXGLlmTy5brtYzcKW2bu3BLPAtnevZfyIk9J2xZyYcNqwKTnqfGNf9TQx6K9xpGzPFZ0G_RVObGpENasA6NdwHASE56Ffpafnk/s200/brad_paisley_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353585987134355746" border="0" /></a><br />I never was a straight-lace, straight A student<br />teacher’s pet or child prodigy<br />I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football<br />It take too long to get a law degree<br /><br />So I sat down with momma and daddy<br />tried to talk some sense into my big head<br />But the best advice that I ever got<br />was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend<br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Cut up some jeans, come up with a name<br />When you’re living in a world that you dont understand<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br />Start a band, Start a band<br /><br />And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,<br />They’ll be waiting in the line out back<br />Might get your picture in the hometown paper<br />Maybe buy your momma that Cadillac<br /><br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Cut up some jeans, come up with a name<br />When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br /><br />Start a band, Scrape up some money, buy a van<br />Learn free bird and ramblin’ man<br />Never buy another beer again<br /><br />Guitar<br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Grow out your hair, come up with a name<br />With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br /><br />No need to study, start a band<br />Call up some buddies man, start a bandUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-35051808955961383472009-06-15T17:51:00.000-07:002009-06-15T17:51:01.133-07:00Jason Aldean: Hicktown Lyrics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3f27aEuuxoclqnP55g0DXgZCELCRNdgX1YAN4WeS1UpEySBvJqHfQgAbwVf5gRAJ9-cBi_Sxe8IHm7bkFuRWoGqGv7-m2dX7fhTmGkhmDdXxgarv2ppnAO0yBAbGcl_6i9YV2JNxyvM/s1600-h/jason-aldean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3f27aEuuxoclqnP55g0DXgZCELCRNdgX1YAN4WeS1UpEySBvJqHfQgAbwVf5gRAJ9-cBi_Sxe8IHm7bkFuRWoGqGv7-m2dX7fhTmGkhmDdXxgarv2ppnAO0yBAbGcl_6i9YV2JNxyvM/s320/jason-aldean.jpg" /></a></div>Oh, you like the way that sounds?<br />
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Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco.<br />
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull.<br />
An' all the girls are getting' pretty... they're sprayin' on the White Rain.<br />
Yeah, they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game.<br />
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Yeah, we let it rip when we got the money...<br />
Let it roll if we got the gas.<br />
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,<br />
In a Hicktown.<br />
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Well, you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles,<br />
An' his woman's' smokin' Pall Mall's watchin' Laura Ingalls.<br />
An' Granny's getting' lit, she's headin' out to bingo.<br />
Yeah, my buddies an' me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road.<br />
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You know, you know, we let it rip when we got the money...<br />
Let it roll if we got the gas.<br />
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,<br />
In a Hicktown.<br />
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[Instrumental Break]<br />
(Oh, stand on it.)<br />
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We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars,<br />
An' they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars.<br />
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco,<br />
An' crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio.<br />
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We let it rip when we got the money...<br />
Let it roll if we got the gas.<br />
It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down.<br />
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Oh, oh we let it rip when we got the money...<br />
Let it roll if we got the gas.<br />
It's buck wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,<br />
In a Hicktown.<br />
In a Hicktown.<br />
That's the way we get down in a Hicktown.<br />
In Hicktown, yeah, in Hicktown.<br />
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Got your country boys and your redneck girls<br />
It's the party heard round the world<br />
Right here in Hicktown<br />
In Hicktown<br />
The whole town's getting down<br />
In Hicktown<br />
Yeah, in HicktownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-74243724666384644602009-03-02T22:33:00.000-08:002009-03-02T22:36:11.637-08:00Rascal Flatts: From Time to Time Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9suNQaYMOePD1Z8Whvuf5z4G3UbTmvizIIkmVmHq2amhFfVBLeO0s5MCnSrGz0_2JpOI3Q4Ojo_0eLCLC3gsvpg2VZNRrL_z_bjcRHC48ZMnbb-AfEB5gghfgF6SISoiHA6g0eovDoEs/s1600-h/rascalflatts8_e.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9suNQaYMOePD1Z8Whvuf5z4G3UbTmvizIIkmVmHq2amhFfVBLeO0s5MCnSrGz0_2JpOI3Q4Ojo_0eLCLC3gsvpg2VZNRrL_z_bjcRHC48ZMnbb-AfEB5gghfgF6SISoiHA6g0eovDoEs/s200/rascalflatts8_e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308846570447337058" /></a><br />From time to time I have regrets<br />For all the things I didn't say<br />That were on my list<br />From time to time my memory slips<br />But you're the one thing in my life<br />I won't forget<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />There'll never be a minute of the day<br />I won't think of you<br />My feelings are so strong in me<br />I feel it through and through<br />There'll never be a night that's so dark that we won't shine<br />Or a dream that we've lost that we can't find<br />You'll always be, oh the one for me<br />I think of you from time to time<br />And in between<br /><br />[Instrumental]<br /><br />[Repeat Chorus]<br /><br />You'll always be, oh the one for me<br />I think of you from time to time<br />And in between<br />oooo yeah<br /><br />You'll always be, oh the one for me<br />From time to time<br />And in between yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />Yeah, yeah I do<br />I think of you from time to time<br />And in between, yeahUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-29352778576055986352009-02-12T22:11:00.000-08:002009-02-12T22:13:38.666-08:00Alan Jackson: Job Description Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAclRSxJsv38FcauP-nUzXmTKFkwcvOaBbub4x2Y9-dTHXhCb2SI4JvUix4gvwtJmzBM7ihzdHNvwToR8WTSaN6v845YoEr9HdXHBjHUm-xmclLG0BSnBTkUDJztumIOyolHiBC-BSSY/s1600-h/alan-jackson02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDAclRSxJsv38FcauP-nUzXmTKFkwcvOaBbub4x2Y9-dTHXhCb2SI4JvUix4gvwtJmzBM7ihzdHNvwToR8WTSaN6v845YoEr9HdXHBjHUm-xmclLG0BSnBTkUDJztumIOyolHiBC-BSSY/s200/alan-jackson02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302161233267693714" /></a><br />Well i know sometimes you find it hard<br />To understand just what we do out here<br />Well that bus rolls up at home<br />And i just disappear<br /><br />And i sure don't like to leave you<br />Couldn't stand for you to think that i don't care<br />So i wrote this job description<br />Just to tell you what i do when i'm not there<br /><br />I sleep eighty miles an hour<br />To the whining of a diesel down the interstate<br />Dreamin' 'bout my little girls<br />The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace<br />Then we shut her down in another town<br />Shower up and do just what we came to do<br />Sing for the people<br />Count the money and the miles back home to you<br /><br />Well each night i take the stage<br />With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand<br />Singin' songs about my life<br />All the good times and the bad<br /><br />Then we say goodbye and we load it up<br />And head somewhere i've already been<br />Then i lay down in that double bed alone<br />And i thank the lord again<br /><br />I sleep eighty miles an hour<br />To the whining of a diesel down the interstate<br />Dreamin' 'bout my little girls<br />The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace<br />Then we shut her down in another town<br />Shower up and do just what we came to do<br />Sing for the people<br />Count the money and the miles back home to you<br /><br />Well i just sing for the people<br />Count the money and the miles back home to youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-40644309555971076872009-02-11T17:40:00.000-08:002009-02-11T17:43:28.499-08:00Rodney Atkins: It's America Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShiMPI8sYuaG9mGILPUCVUeUlV5JULBZ6IySy91mMvI-nV641DNh2OAKL0mISFQVq8wmBG5BJWqj48YQ83vzILjvimd9WryjnyXVntkEpcrOz6YFZoyx-zOPfjls8TOdeswwSB1k8AcA/s1600-h/rodney_atkins.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShiMPI8sYuaG9mGILPUCVUeUlV5JULBZ6IySy91mMvI-nV641DNh2OAKL0mISFQVq8wmBG5BJWqj48YQ83vzILjvimd9WryjnyXVntkEpcrOz6YFZoyx-zOPfjls8TOdeswwSB1k8AcA/s200/rodney_atkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301720524731360242" /></a><br />Drivin' down the street today<br />Saw the sign for lemonade<br />They were the cutest kids<br />I've seen in this front yard<br /><br />As they handed me my glass<br />Smiled and thinkin' to myself<br />Man what a picture perfect postcard this would make<br />Of america<br /><br />It's a high school prom<br />It's a springstein song<br />It's a ride in a cheverlet<br />It's a man on the moon<br />And fireflies in June<br />Kids sellin lemonade<br />It's cities and farms<br />And open arms<br />One nation under god<br />It's america<br /><br />Later on when I got home<br />I flipped the t.v on<br />I saw a little town that some big<br />Twister tore apart<br />People came from miles around<br />Just to help their neighbors out<br />And I was thinkin' to my self<br />I'm so glad that I live in america<br /><br />It's a high school prom<br />It's a springstein song<br />It's a ride in a cheverlet<br />It's a man on the moon<br />And fireflies in June<br />Kids sellin lemonade<br />It's cities and farms<br />And open arms<br />One nation under god<br />It's america<br /><br />Now we might not always get it right<br />But there's nowhere else I rather build my life<br /><br />Cause it's a kid with a chance<br />It's a rock n roll band<br />It's a farmer cuttin' hay<br /><br />It's a flag blowin' in the summer wind<br />Over some fallen hero's grave.<br /><br />It's a high school prom<br />It's a springstein song<br />It's a welcome home parade<br />It's a man on the moon<br />And fireflies in June<br />Kids sellin lemonade<br />It's cities and farms<br />And open arms<br />One nation under god<br />It's america<br />It's a welcome home paradeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-75872812571485136172009-02-02T17:55:00.000-08:002009-02-02T17:56:29.372-08:00Brooks & Dunn: Building Bridges Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGkH7T6gnfspXvvclWbdTEFhFadlTIfh5G6EZcL8CfTUqX5QKz_9I0jNUA9URwUlL5nzFU0ji8u0k0SX0rtQ0iGiAQDszEA9AD8FuPbXlmOk0gKxBazJ22TAkekYADLNaMnBCpz7_9WA/s1600-h/brooksdunn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGkH7T6gnfspXvvclWbdTEFhFadlTIfh5G6EZcL8CfTUqX5QKz_9I0jNUA9URwUlL5nzFU0ji8u0k0SX0rtQ0iGiAQDszEA9AD8FuPbXlmOk0gKxBazJ22TAkekYADLNaMnBCpz7_9WA/s200/brooksdunn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298384119673093426" /></a><br />Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong.<br />How long can this keep goin' on?<br />I'm still blue over losin' you.<br />What else am I gonna do?<br /><br />I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,<br />An' all of this distance won't keep us apart,<br />Won't keep us apart.<br /><br />Talk to me, talk to me about sympathy.<br />Don't leave me beggin' on my knees.<br />Since you've gone, my heart says something's wrong.<br />How long can this keep goin' on?<br /><br />I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,<br />And all of this distance won't keep us apart,<br />Won't keep us apart.<br /><br />[Instrumental Break]<br /><br />I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,<br />And all of this distance won't keep us apart,<br />Won't keep us apart.<br /><br />I'm buildin' bridges, (I'm buildin' bridges.)<br />Straight to your heart,<br />And all of this distance won't keep us apart,<br />Won't keep us apart.<br /><br />(I'm buildin' bridges.)<br />Straight to your heart.<br />Whoa, I,<br />Whoa I, I'm buildin' bridges,<br />Straight to your heart.<br /><br />[Instrumental fade]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-62095870073718663952009-02-01T22:04:00.000-08:002009-02-01T22:07:12.501-08:00Josh Turner: Tears Of God Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_L17f4uqGsC6jIRxbGDIwXAxCbRYFn4hZdPFiHRTrQs9-edOTamRiQDmOiERdiyHiW0GohhCFywhBYRuOR_6ZFBGPb1Qqvbd5MieAA9YBXMDL2UYwDvVmy78Qn_05kCTPMgjZLyfQFo/s1600-h/josh-turne.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_L17f4uqGsC6jIRxbGDIwXAxCbRYFn4hZdPFiHRTrQs9-edOTamRiQDmOiERdiyHiW0GohhCFywhBYRuOR_6ZFBGPb1Qqvbd5MieAA9YBXMDL2UYwDvVmy78Qn_05kCTPMgjZLyfQFo/s200/josh-turne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298077628364124354" /></a><br />Some had on the Rebel grey, Some the Union blue,<br />They were fathers sons and brothers, men like me and you.<br />Engaged in heavy battle, till there came that cloudy draw,<br />When silence took the battlefield men just stood in awe.<br /><br />Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,<br />That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,<br />Some say it was God's spirit lookin' o'er the bloody sod,<br />but that rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.<br /><br />Both sides read his Holy Word and believed it in thier hearts,<br />But the common ground He'd blessed them with had now been torn apart.<br />Covered by the blood they shed so many lost their lives,<br />The fight on that Virginia hill was enough to make Him cry.<br /><br />Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,<br />That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,<br />Some say it was God's spirit looking o'er the bloody sod,<br />But the rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.<br /><br />Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,<br />that cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,<br />Some say it was God's spirit lookin o'er the bloody sod,<br />But the Rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-48175055963906288412009-01-30T22:14:00.000-08:002009-01-30T22:18:17.611-08:00Heartland: No Getting Over Me Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifW5Y9DSTbkEiLDjf1GxtLG4kXKHMrcbVHRT8FvtGuItZLwV0gzHWOeDyzhp5r2LWn1SuJVpnStiev-q1la_6DqEY3jdns5X5yw4_FG_xec8bWpxRltgFfQu_M1fRNgtzuPRQQoA4pPNg/s1600-h/heartland.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifW5Y9DSTbkEiLDjf1GxtLG4kXKHMrcbVHRT8FvtGuItZLwV0gzHWOeDyzhp5r2LWn1SuJVpnStiev-q1la_6DqEY3jdns5X5yw4_FG_xec8bWpxRltgFfQu_M1fRNgtzuPRQQoA4pPNg/s200/heartland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297338326201974226" /></a><br />(Originally by: Ronnie Milsap)<br /><br />Well, you can walk out on me tonight<br />If you think that it ain't feeling right<br />But darling, there ain't no getting over me<br /><br />You can say that you need to be free<br />But there ain't no place that I won't be<br />Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me<br /><br />I'll be the bill you forgot to pay<br />I'll be the dream that keeps you awake<br />I'll be the song on the radio<br />I'll be the reason that you tell the boys, no<br /><br />Don't you know<br /><br />You can tell everyone that we're through<br />You might even believe it too<br />But darling, there ain't no getting over me<br />Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me<br /><br />---- Instrumental Interlude ----<br /><br />I'll be the face that you see a the crowd<br />I'll be the times that you cry out loud<br />I'll be the smile when there's no one around<br />I'll be the book that you just can't put down<br /><br />So you can walk out on me tonight<br />If you think that it ain't feeling right<br />But darling, here ain't no getting over me<br />You'll see, sweet darling<br />There's ain't no getting over me<br />Noooo, darling<br />There ain't no getting over me<br /><br />Noooooo, over meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-44197588469914667032009-01-29T16:22:00.000-08:002009-01-29T16:27:03.351-08:00Martina Mcbride: Concrete Angel Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aXnblBUYS2iGHYbsGsGj2Fxcp6Ja2AtJHz7SH_P1FrcUJbYXmH1XndLG3oTEeQup3-qABlUOfKoK__mPo98bQWMN12bI6CR3P-pRHXbIjPe0AWLARj9Jw9yibPFIPztWQiH7FITwr_M/s1600-h/martinamcbride.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aXnblBUYS2iGHYbsGsGj2Fxcp6Ja2AtJHz7SH_P1FrcUJbYXmH1XndLG3oTEeQup3-qABlUOfKoK__mPo98bQWMN12bI6CR3P-pRHXbIjPe0AWLARj9Jw9yibPFIPztWQiH7FITwr_M/s200/martinamcbride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296876725000879378" /></a><br />She walks to school with the lunch she packed<br />Nobody knows what she's holding back<br />Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday<br />She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh<br /><br />The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask<br />It's hard to see the pain behind the mask<br />Bearing the burden of a secret storm<br />Sometimes she wishes she was never born<br /><br />Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone<br />In a world that she can't rise above<br />But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place<br />Where she's loved concrete angel<br /><br />Somebody cries in the middle of the night<br />The neighbors hear but they turn out the light<br />A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate<br />When morning comes it will be too late<br /><br />Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone<br />In a world that she can't rise above<br />But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place<br />Where she's loved concrete angel<br /><br />A statue stands in a shaded place<br />An angel girl with an upturned face<br />A name is written on a polished rock<br />A broken heart that the world forgot<br /><br />Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone<br />In a world that she can't rise above<br />But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place<br />Where she's loved concrete angelUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-9567880515372060532009-01-29T16:05:00.000-08:002009-01-29T16:14:29.160-08:00Jack Ingram: Make A Wish (Coming Home Again) Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHklF74TO9Kr7MQehTN2UkQGsW7b7_JrH2U9gUpanh-N48w6Y0P4VmUGmMPRTAe0UX7tRYohc0DhQykGLaMIqmc1403CyO63wiznI-yuUoTLExATmfy0MlDshl8o4kUmay3gYwO2lXHk/s1600-h/JackIngram.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHklF74TO9Kr7MQehTN2UkQGsW7b7_JrH2U9gUpanh-N48w6Y0P4VmUGmMPRTAe0UX7tRYohc0DhQykGLaMIqmc1403CyO63wiznI-yuUoTLExATmfy0MlDshl8o4kUmay3gYwO2lXHk/s200/JackIngram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296872378913299906" /></a><br />Stare out at the horizon<br />Start the car and call the road your friend<br />Tell the girls and the Lord above<br />You'll think fondly and call back now and then<br /><br />Head out of the city<br />Go find what they brought you down here for<br />Take that shiny penny<br />That daddy gave you from the day that you were born and<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Make a wish that dreams come true<br />Go on sail the ocean blue<br />Ride a highway like the wind<br />Drink the good times down like sin<br />Go on, take that car<br />And drive so far<br />It looks like you're comin' home again<br /><br />Stare up at the moonlight<br />And threaten every star it won't be long<br />You tell'em this is the very last night<br />I look to you to make sense of it all<br /><br />Then head into the city<br />Electric lights that shine from dusk till dawn<br />Take that rusty penny<br />Throw it in the air and then move along and<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Make a wish that dreams come true<br />Go on sail the ocean blue<br />Ride a highway like the wind<br />Drink the good times down like sin<br />Go on, take that car<br />And drive so far<br />It looks like you're comin' home again<br /><br />You can't go back but you can't come back 'round<br />Let the world know as you roll through town<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Make a wish that dreams come true<br />Go on sail the ocean blue<br />Ride a highway like the wind<br />Drink the good times down like sin<br />Go on, take that car<br />And drive so far<br />It looks like you're comin' home again<br /><br />Yeah take that car<br />And drive so far<br />It looks like you're comin' home againUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-88429530734827276042009-01-28T08:46:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:56:58.261-08:00Alan Jackson: 1976 Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulAkFKMXtq4Se-T45bda5J2ME8RZp-ZrMBnOxgjHcvU28d-0F-17LIhFeKMwxrHTOi3-8D1ZHWzpOs8dmjDIZKNcVsWEvfqP6a0-h7LUE-OdRa-wIFtvCG_ZdzR3SX4xv5l1gkfQTUqQ/s1600-h/alan_jackson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulAkFKMXtq4Se-T45bda5J2ME8RZp-ZrMBnOxgjHcvU28d-0F-17LIhFeKMwxrHTOi3-8D1ZHWzpOs8dmjDIZKNcVsWEvfqP6a0-h7LUE-OdRa-wIFtvCG_ZdzR3SX4xv5l1gkfQTUqQ/s200/alan_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389652972321186" /></a><br />Rocky burned up the movie screen and I was turnin' seventeen<br />Tie-dyed shirts and Levis jean, lookin' cool at the Dairy Queen<br />Tryin to impress a young woman in her Sunday dress<br /><br />And that was 1976, didn't know who I was yet<br />A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world<br />Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night<br />Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976<br /><br />My high school days I packed away, set my sights on a bigger stage<br />Jimmy Carter moved to DC, a Georgia boy just like me, life seemed easy<br />Nothin' much that we needed<br /><br />That was 1976, didn't know who I was yet<br />A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world<br />Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night<br />Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976<br /><br />[Instrumental Interlude]<br /><br />Eight track tapes were still in style and Elvis was still alive<br />Wonder Woman sure looked fine, Bionic Man was still Prime Time<br />And that girl I liked, we kept on tryin' till we got it right<br /><br />And that was 1976, didn't know who I was yet<br />A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world<br />Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night<br />Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976<br /><br />Yeah, that was 1976, didn't know who we were yet<br />Built a fire that just wont quit and that was 1976<br /><br />We built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-64129914147472526712009-01-28T08:29:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:36:55.465-08:00Hank Williams: Hey Good Lookin' Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0CwwymSsGZZZW5bEv3-oGSblR3Zu3VEiPe3W2XPSsJcqdWgqfbuQ-YKZ_7dSpSzVRiACzaJJX8l8tDIhzp5Hl5GiR_xETktlqwWSMTSnD1rqY6aMj3_dvMLnodPrHX9LjAfkSHZGxfs/s1600-h/hank_williams.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0CwwymSsGZZZW5bEv3-oGSblR3Zu3VEiPe3W2XPSsJcqdWgqfbuQ-YKZ_7dSpSzVRiACzaJJX8l8tDIhzp5Hl5GiR_xETktlqwWSMTSnD1rqY6aMj3_dvMLnodPrHX9LjAfkSHZGxfs/s200/hank_williams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296384463028655714" /></a><br />Hey, hey, good lookin',<br />Whatcha got cookin'?<br />How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?<br />Hey, sweet baby,<br />Don't you think maybe<br />We could find us a brand new recipe?<br />I got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill<br />And I know a spot right over the hill.<br />There's soda pop and the dancin's free,<br />So if you wanna have fun come along with me.<br />Hey, good lookin',<br />Whatcha got cookin'?<br />How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?<br /><br />I'm free and ready,<br />So we can go steady.<br />How's about savin' all your time for me?<br />No more lookin',<br />I know I've been tooken [sic].<br />How's about keepin' steady company?<br /><br />I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence<br />And find me one for five or ten cents.<br />I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age<br />'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.<br />Hey, good lookin',<br />Whatcha got cookin'?<br />How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-14151601188601226062009-01-28T08:21:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:28:17.550-08:00Trace Adkins: One of Those Nights Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvux7m3CbbMdaHSYA2p-qn6DzXOVhAvsBG1Dd74IsJ4mZ_JDz4WVHnoITW1-20uExF_Uyv5-Nn8YE3MLApif86OnDbovGvs0TqIwLj4_Lyra6Leby9pgU7-cUbhZB9FRKrI6buTE_Zj_k/s1600-h/traceadkins.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvux7m3CbbMdaHSYA2p-qn6DzXOVhAvsBG1Dd74IsJ4mZ_JDz4WVHnoITW1-20uExF_Uyv5-Nn8YE3MLApif86OnDbovGvs0TqIwLj4_Lyra6Leby9pgU7-cUbhZB9FRKrI6buTE_Zj_k/s200/traceadkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296382256778898066" /></a><br />Have you ever had<br />One of those days<br />When you wake up feelin' good<br />So good that you could the the whole world on<br />One of those days<br />When you just know<br />No matter what<br />Nothin' in the world could go wrong<br />Well thats the way i feel this mornin'<br />But, baby i just gotta say<br />I always have one of those days<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />After one of those nights<br />Just like last night<br />Oh my, what a beautiful thing<br />Just you and me<br />those tangled sheets<br />Were wrapped around us<br />Baby, thanks to your love<br />It was one of those nights that leads<br />Tright to one of those days that leads<br />Right to one of those nights<br /><br />Have you ever had<br />One of those smiles<br />You just cant wipe away<br />The sweet anticipations too strong<br />One of those smiles you wear all day<br />'Cause you can taste the kiss of passion waitin' back home<br />Well that's the one I'm wearing right now<br />But baby you always leave<br />One of those smiles on me<br /><br />[Repeat chorus]<br /><br />When everything's perfect<br />When you want me<br />You touch me<br />You move me<br /><br />[repeat chorus]<br /><br />Right...<br />One of those nights that leads<br />To one of those days that leads<br />Right to one of those nights<br />One of those nights<br />When everything's perfect<br />One of those nights<br />Oh, one of those nights<br />I need another one of those nights baby<br />Another one of those nightsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-67683914239836933752009-01-28T08:18:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:21:07.784-08:00Stephen Stills: Four Days Gone Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tWK_4_BXb_H5X_TbRSLRxZClSk3-6H2ht7Jr2uqj9IYT3Qpx8utm5h2JGbbJ0_jexLz4_xk3wVJYpDNlfSAh88YsjlEbaK0PdfgySfM4O61lRKER1e27Wlb2fPgjHPHDGC1HIojlgWw/s1600-h/stephenstills.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tWK_4_BXb_H5X_TbRSLRxZClSk3-6H2ht7Jr2uqj9IYT3Qpx8utm5h2JGbbJ0_jexLz4_xk3wVJYpDNlfSAh88YsjlEbaK0PdfgySfM4O61lRKER1e27Wlb2fPgjHPHDGC1HIojlgWw/s200/stephenstills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380364400490386" /></a><br />I met two kind people on the road<br />I was parched and dry from the cold<br />I've been travelling four days and nights, sir<br />and I do want to thank you for the ride<br />and the soup your wife made tasted fine<br />if it's all the same, I'll be on my way at the next turn<br />and I’m three miles shy of my town<br /><br />And my baby is waiting, I hope, sir<br />After fifteen trucks and an old Ford<br />and the government madness... I ran away<br />and I hate to say, I can't tell you my name<br />'cause I'm four days gone into running<br /><br />I can't even go home<br />Take my baby and run<br />I got good reason to live<br />I got the things I can give<br /><br />And I'm four days gone into runningUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-40933057482951145142009-01-28T08:16:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:18:49.902-08:00John Denver: This Old Guitar Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgphxEDIqRZjsGfS7vJTze0Zr5ljtBidExiz8yQY-U5rUYNMxagi3owUkcfo150roA_Q41LNyk8PXEUxb6rR22_8pbuYs5JFE_VrWSgjoVJCch-M3mTqpp4NdW1L9xqN77npjlubWVLJc/s1600-h/johndenver.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgphxEDIqRZjsGfS7vJTze0Zr5ljtBidExiz8yQY-U5rUYNMxagi3owUkcfo150roA_Q41LNyk8PXEUxb6rR22_8pbuYs5JFE_VrWSgjoVJCch-M3mTqpp4NdW1L9xqN77npjlubWVLJc/s200/johndenver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379831660410690" /></a><br />This old guitar taught me to sing a love song<br />it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.<br />It introduced me to some friends of mine<br />and brightened up some days<br />and helped me make it thru some lonely nights. Oh<br />What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night<br /><br />This old guitar gave me my lovely lady<br />it opened up her eyes and ears to me<br />it brought us close together<br />and I guess it broke her heart<br />it opened up the space for us to be<br />What a lovely place and a lovely space to be.<br /><br />This old guitar gave me my life my living<br />all the things you know I love to do<br />to serenade the stars that shine<br />from a sunny mountainside<br />and most of all to sing my songs for you<br />I love to sing my songs for you.<br />Yes I do, you know<br />I love to sing my songs for youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-52694133808187097962009-01-28T08:12:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:16:26.970-08:00Willie Nelson: Blame It On The Times Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGE9HBtrX-7vU7AD5vCuKxZ676Ijbdr4B2-VDcQU_Gubi9ievlkIaD_OyB2QwaTbOvpVaOer7C574Xp8NJF7gvhVH3J80ACpuadlZ6n4h0N-SVAV6oclmCI12uhjoqnHyQGefaLUyXEQ/s1600-h/willie-nelson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUGE9HBtrX-7vU7AD5vCuKxZ676Ijbdr4B2-VDcQU_Gubi9ievlkIaD_OyB2QwaTbOvpVaOer7C574Xp8NJF7gvhVH3J80ACpuadlZ6n4h0N-SVAV6oclmCI12uhjoqnHyQGefaLUyXEQ/s200/willie-nelson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379085550082946" /></a><br />As you sit there in your loneliness,<br />Confused as you must be.<br />I'm sure a dozen questions come to mind.<br />And if you're wondering why I left you,<br />After all you've done for me,<br />I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.<br /><br />The many times you had your way,<br />No matter what the cost.<br />And the many times you took for granted,<br />Love you now have lost.<br />And if I've hurt you, darlin',<br />I don't mean to be unkind.<br />I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.<br /><br />Instrumental bridge.<br /><br />That small conceited world of yours,<br />Could never understand,<br />That to want to stand alone is not a crime.<br />And, if for one time in my life,<br />I'm acting like a man,<br />I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.<br /><br />Blame it on the many times,<br />A hiding place I'd seek.<br />Afraid to say what's on my mind,<br />An' ashamed for being weak.<br />So if at last I'm seeing,<br />After so long being blind,<br />I suppose you'll have to blame it on the times.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-43813680270545724742009-01-28T08:10:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:12:11.333-08:00Kenny Chesney: Don't Blink Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrZ2XusQJrNoNz-5CirpgVj5_KAf-DUC2ieunpnlywHSsboDs2V37kcJJeE1Xev-rx3ynllGJoHElQE8FnW5Gor37GIEaafpipW6lAcW_bPSKwQ_SBxbXYglO_h4dnzYCGji46o-iae8/s1600-h/kenny-chesney.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrZ2XusQJrNoNz-5CirpgVj5_KAf-DUC2ieunpnlywHSsboDs2V37kcJJeE1Xev-rx3ynllGJoHElQE8FnW5Gor37GIEaafpipW6lAcW_bPSKwQ_SBxbXYglO_h4dnzYCGji46o-iae8/s200/kenny-chesney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296378117914244066" /></a><br />I turned on the evening news<br />Saw an old man being interviewed<br />Turning a hundred and two today<br />Asked him what's the secret to life<br />He looked up from his old pipe<br />Laughed and said "All I can say is."<br /><br />Don't blink<br />Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you<br />Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife<br />Don't blink<br />You just might miss your babies growing like mine did<br />Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half<br />Of fifty years is there in bed<br />And you're praying God takes you instead<br />Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think<br />So don't blink<br /><br />I was glued to my tv and it looked like he looked at me and said<br />"Best start putting first things first."<br />Cause when your hourglass runs out of sand<br />You can't flip over and start again<br />Take every breathe God gives you for what it's worth<br /><br />Don't Blink<br />Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you<br />Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife<br />Don't blink<br />You just might miss your babies growing like mine did<br />Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half<br />Of fifty years is there in bed<br />And you're praying God takes you instead<br />Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think<br />So don't blink<br /><br />I've been tryin slow it down<br />I've been tryin take it in<br />In this here today gone tomorrow world we're livin' in<br /><br />Don't blink<br />Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you<br />Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife<br />Don't blink<br />You just might miss your babies growing like mine did<br />Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half<br />Of fifty years is there in bed<br />And you're praying God takes you instead<br />Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think<br />Don't blink<br /><br />Naw, don't blinkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-71627401326052441652009-01-28T08:06:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:10:18.162-08:00Blitzen Trapper: Sleepytime In The Western Wood Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbYUsfnMohMguRc5clY78UjlDV2YgffCTgJQvi1qU1CZWdYYdbcqdpq4eRRGUiJjRvrSXk83nC64px-HzLj0woNNEwusCPDCs6_Pe-kreL54a9eCaVW3jIb1fdiQWWBhNxHbn3cguZ60/s1600-h/BlitzenTrapper.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbYUsfnMohMguRc5clY78UjlDV2YgffCTgJQvi1qU1CZWdYYdbcqdpq4eRRGUiJjRvrSXk83nC64px-HzLj0woNNEwusCPDCs6_Pe-kreL54a9eCaVW3jIb1fdiQWWBhNxHbn3cguZ60/s200/BlitzenTrapper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296377618251985586" /></a><br />Your eyelids are made of lead<br />You can't keep them open<br />Cause its sleepytime<br />And that's no crime in the western world<br />Cause when the sun goes down<br />You’re bound to follow through<br />Sleeping through the afternoon<br />I just can't seem to leave my room<br />Waiting for the moon and a love so true<br />It's gonna see me through<br />You know it's gonna see me through<br /><br />Cause when the sun goes down<br />It’s gonna make that dream come true<br />Sleeping through the afternoon<br />I just can’t seem to leave my room<br />Waiting for the moon and a love so true<br />It’s gonna see me through<br />You know it’s gonna see me through<br /><br />Drifting down the sleepy river<br />Waking like a child<br />Never gonna know what the spirit said<br />Unless you drift down for a while<br />Never gonna know what the wind is whispering now<br />Never gonna know unless you leave this world somehow<br />Unless you leave this world somehow<br /><br />I woke up on the street<br />So apprehensive, feeling weak<br />And as I finally tried to speak<br />Twelve birds flew straightways from my mouth<br /><br />I circled high above the sky<br />Began to cry with piercing sounds<br />A crowd gathered on the ground<br />All speaking strangely through their teeth<br /><br />I felt alone and in my crib<br />I spoke once more into the wind<br />A storm of birds contained therein<br />Began to spin, to spin<br /><br />Your eyelids are made of lead<br />You can’t keep them open<br />Cause it’s sleepy time<br />And that’s no crime in the western world<br />Cause when the sun goes down<br />You’re bound to follow through<br />Sleeping through the afternoon<br />I just can’t seem to leave my room<br />When I fall in love with a love so true<br />It’s gonna see me through<br />You know it’s gonna see me throughUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-73463366355079501462009-01-28T07:43:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:06:23.783-08:00Joey + Rory: Heart Of The Wood Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9S2Bm_sVFcuhzHXx_kbQo2WPPwbfWAmDW6DtnV_0-3ulJE7hyHJ7IneGC2yTS0Mz5dEIdqFqG8quf_HDcTkcEIW2aYSejZQLmWsSEK1DYzAX9HtdRUiB-l9W6vew0R_yEtV6Sf19Pis/s1600-h/JoeyRory-131.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9S2Bm_sVFcuhzHXx_kbQo2WPPwbfWAmDW6DtnV_0-3ulJE7hyHJ7IneGC2yTS0Mz5dEIdqFqG8quf_HDcTkcEIW2aYSejZQLmWsSEK1DYzAX9HtdRUiB-l9W6vew0R_yEtV6Sf19Pis/s200/JoeyRory-131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376582307939650" /></a><br />I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't work all day<br />I'd love the time we spent and I'd go everywhere he went<br />We'd end up on some old deer trail<br />And I'd listen hard as he would spin his tales<br /><br />We were in a field of stumps he said I got a new one for you hon<br />These trees once stood tall and I'm the man that made them fall<br />I cut 'em up, sanded them down<br />And you wouldn't believe what I found<br /><br />past the bark and all the scars<br />Our home was in the heart of those old trees<br />God bless who sowed those seeds<br />A hundred years and they just grew<br />And only heaven knew what they'd be, to our family<br />All that time to become what they should<br />you know Our home was in the heart of the wood<br /><br />He smiled, said there's my favorite one, pointed at a cherry stump<br />He said I couldn't afford the one at Sears so the good lord planted one right here<br />He carved out what he saw within and he gave it to my dad when he turned ten<br /><br />Past the bark and all the scars<br />There was a guitar in the heart of that old tree<br />All from just one seed<br />A hundred years and it just grew<br />And only heaven knew just what it'd be<br />And how that tree could sing<br />All the time to become what it should<br />There were songs in the heart of the wood<br /><br />He said we can mark a tree to keep from getting lost<br />and it'll always point our way home like that old rugged cross<br /><br />A hundred years and it just grew and only heaven knew what it'd be<br />And who'd hang on that tree it held the Son of God like it should<br />But I know it broke the heart of the wood<br /><br />i think what made granddaddy great was that he didn't work all day<br />I'd love the time we spent<br />I'd go everywhere that old man wentUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-22354534818725447892009-01-28T07:41:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:43:31.642-08:00Jamey Johnson: The Door Is Always Open Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Q1NJ_cePM7na1Zl9K73q212x_GrV1V4Nc08Xbx3-mgk2m8xMPMeAFQ5qSvZh3NrBFKEdv6a-CR1iD135vV5nYkW6gk_A0isfh3dOURZA08NaMGmsi1-9dgHOEV7hS9Kn_dDskmQ_yUg/s1600-h/jamey+johnson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Q1NJ_cePM7na1Zl9K73q212x_GrV1V4Nc08Xbx3-mgk2m8xMPMeAFQ5qSvZh3NrBFKEdv6a-CR1iD135vV5nYkW6gk_A0isfh3dOURZA08NaMGmsi1-9dgHOEV7hS9Kn_dDskmQ_yUg/s200/jamey+johnson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370734383580402" /></a><br />(Verse 1)<br />Saw your picture in the paper and i see you married good<br />And i know that he can give you all the things i never could<br />But i know that he can't give you what you need most of all<br />So the door is always open,and the lights on in the hall<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Yes the door is always open and the lights on in the hall<br />And you know that i'll be waiting,if you ever come to call<br /><br />(Verse 2)<br />When night falls on that mansion and you're lying in his bed<br />When he begs you for attention,will you think of me instead<br />When he reaches out to touch you,is your face turned to the wall<br />Well the door is always open,and the lights on in the hall<br /><br />Chorus (x2).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-71031710257874959242009-01-28T07:40:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:41:35.789-08:00Ryan Adams: Call Me On Your Way Back Home Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmJbn_liX0KB2lYzw6DvnUowmEVQ8U3_WY02hpRg4bxoxXzSz93dfMIKRP_z4qI1_EypcQ8LVDsKd7WnTCdBPiEtsVANxTRPiziZmmD8Y6nks2_iEE5BY8tW3G-f6RMztwj9_gZL6hyphenhyphen0/s1600-h/ryanadams.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmJbn_liX0KB2lYzw6DvnUowmEVQ8U3_WY02hpRg4bxoxXzSz93dfMIKRP_z4qI1_EypcQ8LVDsKd7WnTCdBPiEtsVANxTRPiziZmmD8Y6nks2_iEE5BY8tW3G-f6RMztwj9_gZL6hyphenhyphen0/s200/ryanadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370231048696530" /></a><br />Oh baby why do I miss you like I do<br />Oh I miss my sweet<br />And the birds all singing blue<br />And white<br /><br />And white<br />Call me on your way back home dear<br />Cause I miss you<br /><br />Honey I ain't nothing new<br />Oh baby why did I treat you like I did<br />Honey I was just a kid<br />Bubblegum on my shoe<br /><br />But you love me and I love you<br />Call me on your way back home dear<br />Cause I miss you<br />And I just wanna die without you<br />Oh I just wanna die without you<br />Yeah I just wanna die without youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-19679065897105687052009-01-28T07:38:00.001-08:002009-01-28T07:39:21.569-08:00Garth Brooks: She Don't Care About Me Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot7zwjuI7-mtEd081sz85yr4igy5NDx7hu66UX-G-b66hIfEGD_mY5A437rRZDpwCMEZOkqvXlDwyYVAZ3NEUI_kkfqF9kjilMNL_iiKYvqg84zMy0PExxrTxJ0Y-aCX1B3E_ICYGSyw/s1600-h/garth+brooks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot7zwjuI7-mtEd081sz85yr4igy5NDx7hu66UX-G-b66hIfEGD_mY5A437rRZDpwCMEZOkqvXlDwyYVAZ3NEUI_kkfqF9kjilMNL_iiKYvqg84zMy0PExxrTxJ0Y-aCX1B3E_ICYGSyw/s200/garth+brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296369609598030674" /></a><br />Well I woke up cold, staring at the ceiling<br />Can't get back to sleep<br />Thinking how she left me crying<br />With broken memories<br />I see her face in all my dreams<br />Just won't let me be<br />Whoa, I'd like to be her honey<br />But she don't care about me<br /><br />Well I woke up cold, staring at another<br />You could see it in my face<br />Lord I try but I can't ever<br />Let nobody take her place<br />Now I can't go on much longer<br />Dreaming in misery<br />Whoa, I'd like to be her honey<br />But she don't care about me<br /><br />No, I'd like to be her honey<br />But she don't care about me<br /><br />Well gone so long and all alone, too far gone to try<br />With all them dreams and all them scenes just living in my mind<br /><br />Well I go downtown to drink my liquor<br />My tortured mind's so numb<br />But drunk or blind she gets there quicker<br />The further away I run<br />Now when I die my tangled soul<br />Will finally be set free<br />Whoa, I'd like to be her honey<br />But she don't care about me<br /><br />No, I'd like to be her honey<br />But she don't care about meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-48153615826467272272009-01-28T07:33:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:36:32.043-08:00Brad Paisley: Start A Band Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6nyw9xy59iJ8_3b9mbmZSrE5gNEdUuGQDISDK9_61q7Pqlczh-ALsJ_mFHPSGfn7auTRqfFyUPRCXDZHmjkvCgWh8IYsvYhVxRg7JAcOO44rB7jz9ljws8x4FDxGoBc3WeaB2CH_8U4/s1600-h/bradpaisley_350.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6nyw9xy59iJ8_3b9mbmZSrE5gNEdUuGQDISDK9_61q7Pqlczh-ALsJ_mFHPSGfn7auTRqfFyUPRCXDZHmjkvCgWh8IYsvYhVxRg7JAcOO44rB7jz9ljws8x4FDxGoBc3WeaB2CH_8U4/s200/bradpaisley_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368928748066114" /></a><br />( Featuring Keith Urban )<br /><br />I never was a straight-lace, straight A student<br />teacher’s pet or child prodigy<br />I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football<br />It take too long to get a law degree<br /><br />So I sat down with momma and daddy<br />tried to talk some sense into my big head<br />But the best advice that I ever got<br />was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend<br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Cut up some jeans, come up with a name<br />When you’re living in a world that you dont understand<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br />Start a band, Start a band<br /><br />And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,<br />They’ll be waiting in the line out back<br />Might get your picture in the hometown paper<br />Maybe buy your momma that Cadillac<br /><br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Cut up some jeans, come up with a name<br />When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br /><br />Start a band, Scrape up some money, buy a van<br />Learn free bird and ramblin’ man<br />Never buy another beer again<br /><br />Guitar<br /><br />Just get you a guitar and learn how to play<br />Grow out your hair, come up with a name<br />With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands<br />Find a few good buddies, start a band<br /><br />No need to study, start a band<br />Call up some buddies man, start a bandUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0