<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:17:19.156-08:00</updated><category term='James Otto'/><category term='Jack Ingram'/><category term='Johnny Cash'/><category term='Jason Aldean'/><category term='Alan Jackson'/><category term='Josh Turner'/><category term='Willie Nelson'/><category term='Ray LaMontagne'/><category term='Hank Williams'/><category term='Toby Keith'/><category term='Brad Paisley'/><category term='Jamey Johnson'/><category term='John Denver'/><category term='Dierks Bentley'/><category term='Joey and Rory'/><category term='Sugarland'/><category term='Brooks and Dunn'/><category term='Martina Mcbride'/><category term='Pat Green'/><category term='Lucinda Williams'/><category term='Trace Adkins'/><category term='Emmylou Harris'/><category term='Kellie Pickler'/><category term='Stephen Stills'/><category term='Lady Antebellum'/><category term='Darius Rucker'/><category term='Heartland'/><category term='Garth Brooks'/><category term='Rascal Flatts'/><category term='Blitzen Trapper'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='Ryan Adams'/><category term='Rodney Atkins'/><category term='Carrie Underwood'/><category term='Kenny Chesney'/><category term='Zac Brown Band'/><category term='Alison Krauss'/><title type='text'>Country Music Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'>Get lyrics for your favorite country music songs. 
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Discuss your interpretations of the country music lyrics of each song.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-3105462167200120984</id><published>2009-07-06T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:22:53.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Otto'/><title type='text'>James Otto : Never Say Goodbye Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlIy5csaQNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1_YqMB5ttCU/s1600-h/jamesott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlIy5csaQNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1_YqMB5ttCU/s200/jamesott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398869433336018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bags are packed&lt;br /&gt;And your cab's out back&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's too late to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;But before you leave&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing for me&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around&lt;br /&gt;And look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;And say you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;But you need a little time&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe that&lt;br /&gt;You're still mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me anything&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;But never, never, never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you not&lt;br /&gt;To close that door&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Makes my life worth living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;But you need a little time&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe that&lt;br /&gt;You're still mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me anything&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;But never, never, never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, so say you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;But you need a little time, just a little time&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe&lt;br /&gt;That you're still mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me anything&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;But never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Never, never&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-3105462167200120984?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3105462167200120984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-otto-never-say-goodbye-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3105462167200120984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3105462167200120984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-otto-never-say-goodbye-lyrics.html' title='James Otto : Never Say Goodbye Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlIy5csaQNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1_YqMB5ttCU/s72-c/jamesott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-5396265281442893489</id><published>2009-07-04T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:25:58.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kellie Pickler'/><title type='text'>Kellie Pickler : Rocks Instead of Rice Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlBHcBWi_zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XTvW_yXM6I4/s1600-h/Kellie-Pickler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlBHcBWi_zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XTvW_yXM6I4/s200/Kellie-Pickler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354858503668432690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, white limousine pulls up to a church&lt;br /&gt;The sick part of me wishes it was a hearse&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get an invitation but I'm here anyway&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care if I'm crashing their big day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might not be too Christian of me&lt;br /&gt;And it might not be too nice&lt;br /&gt;But I wish we were all just standing around&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks instead of rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, white dress&lt;br /&gt;This must be some kind of joke&lt;br /&gt;Virgin? Please! She ain't fooling these folks&lt;br /&gt;If the three of us were on Jerry Springer&lt;br /&gt;I'd be pulling her hair&lt;br /&gt;And I'd kick that lying sack of shoulda known better&lt;br /&gt;You know where&lt;br /&gt;[ Kellie Pickler Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might not be too Christian of me&lt;br /&gt;And it might not be too nice&lt;br /&gt;But I wish we were all just standing around&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks instead of rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the vows that they just made sound sweet and sincere&lt;br /&gt;Place your bets, my money's on less than a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might not be too Christian of me&lt;br /&gt;And it might not be too nice&lt;br /&gt;But I wish we were all just standing around&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks instead of rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wish we were all just standing around&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks instead of rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-5396265281442893489?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/5396265281442893489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/kellie-pickler-rocks-instead-of-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5396265281442893489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5396265281442893489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/kellie-pickler-rocks-instead-of-rice.html' title='Kellie Pickler : Rocks Instead of Rice Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SlBHcBWi_zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XTvW_yXM6I4/s72-c/Kellie-Pickler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-9064724186414855564</id><published>2009-07-01T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:07:56.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Paisley'/><title type='text'>Brad Paisley - Start a Band Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SkvCFz2m-SI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p9PUrJpOCoo/s1600-h/brad_paisley_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SkvCFz2m-SI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p9PUrJpOCoo/s200/brad_paisley_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353585987134355746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was a straight-lace, straight A student&lt;br /&gt;teacher’s pet or child prodigy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football&lt;br /&gt;It take too long to get a law degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down with momma and daddy&lt;br /&gt;tried to talk some sense into my big head&lt;br /&gt;But the best advice that I ever got&lt;br /&gt;was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Cut up some jeans, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;When you’re living in a world that you dont understand&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;Start a band, Start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;They’ll be waiting in the line out back&lt;br /&gt;Might get your picture in the hometown paper&lt;br /&gt;Maybe buy your momma that Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Cut up some jeans, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a band, Scrape up some money, buy a van&lt;br /&gt;Learn free bird and ramblin’ man&lt;br /&gt;Never buy another beer again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Grow out your hair, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to study, start a band&lt;br /&gt;Call up some buddies man, start a band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-9064724186414855564?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/9064724186414855564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/brad-paisley-start-band-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/9064724186414855564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/9064724186414855564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/07/brad-paisley-start-band-lyrics.html' title='Brad Paisley - Start a Band Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SkvCFz2m-SI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p9PUrJpOCoo/s72-c/brad_paisley_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-3505180895596138347</id><published>2009-06-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:51:01.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Aldean'/><title type='text'>Jason Aldean: Hicktown Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SjbsZ98NJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dC-l-OQc_rA/s1600-h/jason-aldean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SjbsZ98NJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dC-l-OQc_rA/s320/jason-aldean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, you like the way that sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull.&lt;br /&gt;An' all the girls are getting' pretty... they're sprayin' on the White Rain.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we let it rip when we got the money...&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll if we got the gas.&lt;br /&gt;It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles,&lt;br /&gt;An' his woman's' smokin' Pall Mall's watchin' Laura Ingalls.&lt;br /&gt;An' Granny's getting' lit, she's headin' out to bingo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my buddies an' me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, we let it rip when we got the money...&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll if we got the gas.&lt;br /&gt;It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, stand on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars,&lt;br /&gt;An' they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars.&lt;br /&gt;Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco,&lt;br /&gt;An' crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let it rip when we got the money...&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll if we got the gas.&lt;br /&gt;It gets wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh we let it rip when we got the money...&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll if we got the gas.&lt;br /&gt;It's buck wild, yeah, but that's the way we get down,&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we get down in a Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;In Hicktown, yeah, in Hicktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your country boys and your redneck girls&lt;br /&gt;It's the party heard round the world&lt;br /&gt;Right here in Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;In Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;The whole town's getting down&lt;br /&gt;In Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in Hicktown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-3505180895596138347?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3505180895596138347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/06/jason-aldean-hicktown-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3505180895596138347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3505180895596138347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/06/jason-aldean-hicktown-lyrics.html' title='Jason Aldean: Hicktown Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SjbsZ98NJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dC-l-OQc_rA/s72-c/jason-aldean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7424372466638464460</id><published>2009-03-02T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:36:11.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rascal Flatts'/><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts: From Time to Time Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SazP1A6QdmI/AAAAAAAAANw/pHjR5cUcxP0/s1600-h/rascalflatts8_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SazP1A6QdmI/AAAAAAAAANw/pHjR5cUcxP0/s200/rascalflatts8_e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308846570447337058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I have regrets&lt;br /&gt;For all the things I didn't say&lt;br /&gt;That were on my list&lt;br /&gt;From time to time my memory slips&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;There'll never be a minute of the day&lt;br /&gt;I won't think of you&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are so strong in me&lt;br /&gt;I feel it through and through&lt;br /&gt;There'll never be a night that's so dark that we won't shine&lt;br /&gt;Or a dream that we've lost that we can't find&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be, oh the one for me&lt;br /&gt;I think of you from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be, oh the one for me&lt;br /&gt;I think of you from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And in between&lt;br /&gt;oooo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be, oh the one for me&lt;br /&gt;From time to time&lt;br /&gt;And in between yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah I do&lt;br /&gt;I think of you from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And in between, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7424372466638464460?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7424372466638464460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/03/rascal-flatts-from-time-to-time-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7424372466638464460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7424372466638464460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/03/rascal-flatts-from-time-to-time-lyrics.html' title='Rascal Flatts: From Time to Time Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SazP1A6QdmI/AAAAAAAAANw/pHjR5cUcxP0/s72-c/rascalflatts8_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-2935277857605598635</id><published>2009-02-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:13:38.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Jackson'/><title type='text'>Alan Jackson: Job Description Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZUPjLLEmJI/AAAAAAAAANo/ROw7Td2pP4o/s1600-h/alan-jackson02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZUPjLLEmJI/AAAAAAAAANo/ROw7Td2pP4o/s200/alan-jackson02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302161233267693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i know sometimes you find it hard&lt;br /&gt;To understand just what we do out here&lt;br /&gt;Well that bus rolls up at home&lt;br /&gt;And i just disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i sure don't like to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand for you to think that i don't care&lt;br /&gt;So i wrote this job description&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you what i do when i'm not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep eighty miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;To the whining of a diesel down the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin' 'bout my little girls&lt;br /&gt;The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Then we shut her down in another town&lt;br /&gt;Shower up and do just what we came to do&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the people&lt;br /&gt;Count the money and the miles back home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well each night i take the stage&lt;br /&gt;With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Singin' songs about my life&lt;br /&gt;All the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we say goodbye and we load it up&lt;br /&gt;And head somewhere i've already been&lt;br /&gt;Then i lay down in that double bed alone&lt;br /&gt;And i thank the lord again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep eighty miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;To the whining of a diesel down the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin' 'bout my little girls&lt;br /&gt;The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Then we shut her down in another town&lt;br /&gt;Shower up and do just what we came to do&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the people&lt;br /&gt;Count the money and the miles back home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just sing for the people&lt;br /&gt;Count the money and the miles back home to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-2935277857605598635?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2935277857605598635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/alan-jackson-job-description-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2935277857605598635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2935277857605598635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/alan-jackson-job-description-lyrics.html' title='Alan Jackson: Job Description Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZUPjLLEmJI/AAAAAAAAANo/ROw7Td2pP4o/s72-c/alan-jackson02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4064430955597107687</id><published>2009-02-11T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:43:28.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodney Atkins'/><title type='text'>Rodney Atkins: It's America Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZN-uj8Co_I/AAAAAAAAANg/7MI_j2aQ-zA/s1600-h/rodney_atkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZN-uj8Co_I/AAAAAAAAANg/7MI_j2aQ-zA/s200/rodney_atkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301720524731360242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivin' down the street today&lt;br /&gt;Saw the sign for lemonade&lt;br /&gt;They were the cutest kids&lt;br /&gt;I've seen in this front yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they handed me my glass&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and thinkin' to myself&lt;br /&gt;Man what a picture perfect postcard this would make&lt;br /&gt;Of america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a high school prom&lt;br /&gt;It's a springstein song&lt;br /&gt;It's a ride in a cheverlet&lt;br /&gt;It's a man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;And fireflies in June&lt;br /&gt;Kids sellin lemonade&lt;br /&gt;It's cities and farms&lt;br /&gt;And open arms&lt;br /&gt;One nation under god&lt;br /&gt;It's america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when I got home&lt;br /&gt;I flipped the t.v on&lt;br /&gt;I saw a little town that some big&lt;br /&gt;Twister tore apart&lt;br /&gt;People came from miles around&lt;br /&gt;Just to help their neighbors out&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin' to my self&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I live in america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a high school prom&lt;br /&gt;It's a springstein song&lt;br /&gt;It's a ride in a cheverlet&lt;br /&gt;It's a man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;And fireflies in June&lt;br /&gt;Kids sellin lemonade&lt;br /&gt;It's cities and farms&lt;br /&gt;And open arms&lt;br /&gt;One nation under god&lt;br /&gt;It's america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we might not always get it right&lt;br /&gt;But there's nowhere else I rather build my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a kid with a chance&lt;br /&gt;It's a rock n roll band&lt;br /&gt;It's a farmer cuttin' hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a flag blowin' in the summer wind&lt;br /&gt;Over some fallen hero's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a high school prom&lt;br /&gt;It's a springstein song&lt;br /&gt;It's a welcome home parade&lt;br /&gt;It's a man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;And fireflies in June&lt;br /&gt;Kids sellin lemonade&lt;br /&gt;It's cities and farms&lt;br /&gt;And open arms&lt;br /&gt;One nation under god&lt;br /&gt;It's america&lt;br /&gt;It's a welcome home parade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4064430955597107687?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4064430955597107687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/rodney-atkins-its-america-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4064430955597107687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4064430955597107687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/rodney-atkins-its-america-lyrics.html' title='Rodney Atkins: It&apos;s America Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SZN-uj8Co_I/AAAAAAAAANg/7MI_j2aQ-zA/s72-c/rodney_atkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7587281257148513617</id><published>2009-02-02T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:56:29.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooks and Dunn'/><title type='text'>Brooks &amp; Dunn: Building Bridges Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYekSOivfTI/AAAAAAAAANY/hWwt73OYozs/s1600-h/brooksdunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYekSOivfTI/AAAAAAAAANY/hWwt73OYozs/s200/brooksdunn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298384119673093426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How long can this keep goin' on?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still blue over losin' you.&lt;br /&gt;What else am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;An' all of this distance won't keep us apart,&lt;br /&gt;Won't keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, talk to me about sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me beggin' on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone, my heart says something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How long can this keep goin' on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And all of this distance won't keep us apart,&lt;br /&gt;Won't keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And all of this distance won't keep us apart,&lt;br /&gt;Won't keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buildin' bridges, (I'm buildin' bridges.)&lt;br /&gt;Straight to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And all of this distance won't keep us apart,&lt;br /&gt;Won't keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm buildin' bridges.)&lt;br /&gt;Straight to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa I, I'm buildin' bridges,&lt;br /&gt;Straight to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental fade]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7587281257148513617?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7587281257148513617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/brooks-dunn-building-bridges-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7587281257148513617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7587281257148513617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/brooks-dunn-building-bridges-lyrics.html' title='Brooks &amp; Dunn: Building Bridges Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYekSOivfTI/AAAAAAAAANY/hWwt73OYozs/s72-c/brooksdunn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-6209587007371866395</id><published>2009-02-01T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:07:12.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Turner'/><title type='text'>Josh Turner: Tears Of God Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYaNiFcWcMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjfs_bXGbVg/s1600-h/josh-turne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYaNiFcWcMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjfs_bXGbVg/s200/josh-turne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298077628364124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some had on the Rebel grey, Some the Union blue,&lt;br /&gt;They were fathers sons and brothers, men like me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Engaged in heavy battle, till there came that cloudy draw,&lt;br /&gt;When silence took the battlefield men just stood in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,&lt;br /&gt;That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was God's spirit lookin' o'er the bloody sod,&lt;br /&gt;but that rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides read his Holy Word and believed it in thier hearts,&lt;br /&gt;But the common ground He'd blessed them with had now been torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the blood they shed so many lost their lives,&lt;br /&gt;The fight on that Virginia hill was enough to make Him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,&lt;br /&gt;That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was God's spirit looking o'er the bloody sod,&lt;br /&gt;But the rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lines,&lt;br /&gt;that cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night,&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was God's spirit lookin o'er the bloody sod,&lt;br /&gt;But the Rainbow mist that filled the sky, was the tears of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-6209587007371866395?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6209587007371866395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/josh-turner-tears-of-god-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6209587007371866395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6209587007371866395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/02/josh-turner-tears-of-god-lyrics.html' title='Josh Turner: Tears Of God Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYaNiFcWcMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjfs_bXGbVg/s72-c/josh-turne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4817505596390628841</id><published>2009-01-30T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:18:17.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartland'/><title type='text'>Heartland: No Getting Over Me Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYPtJCRUvdI/AAAAAAAAANI/qmceACE1FUQ/s1600-h/heartland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYPtJCRUvdI/AAAAAAAAANI/qmceACE1FUQ/s200/heartland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297338326201974226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Originally by: Ronnie Milsap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can walk out on me tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you think that it ain't feeling right&lt;br /&gt;But darling, there ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that you need to be free&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no place that I won't be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the bill you forgot to pay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the dream that keeps you awake&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the reason that you tell the boys, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell everyone that we're through&lt;br /&gt;You might even believe it too&lt;br /&gt;But darling, there ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Instrumental Interlude ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the face that you see a the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the times that you cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the smile when there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the book that you just can't put down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can walk out on me tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you think that it ain't feeling right&lt;br /&gt;But darling, here ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, sweet darling&lt;br /&gt;There's ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;Noooo, darling&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooo, over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4817505596390628841?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4817505596390628841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartland-no-getting-over-me-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4817505596390628841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4817505596390628841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartland-no-getting-over-me-lyrics.html' title='Heartland: No Getting Over Me Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYPtJCRUvdI/AAAAAAAAANI/qmceACE1FUQ/s72-c/heartland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4419758846991466703</id><published>2009-01-29T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:27:03.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martina Mcbride'/><title type='text'>Martina Mcbride: Concrete Angel Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJJUTy2PRI/AAAAAAAAANA/xbQC5BU-jXE/s1600-h/martinamcbride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJJUTy2PRI/AAAAAAAAANA/xbQC5BU-jXE/s200/martinamcbride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296876725000879378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks to school with the lunch she packed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what she's holding back&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cries in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors hear but they turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate&lt;br /&gt;When morning comes it will be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue stands in a shaded place&lt;br /&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face&lt;br /&gt;A name is written on a polished rock&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4419758846991466703?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4419758846991466703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/martina-mcbride-concrete-angel-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4419758846991466703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4419758846991466703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/martina-mcbride-concrete-angel-lyrics.html' title='Martina Mcbride: Concrete Angel Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJJUTy2PRI/AAAAAAAAANA/xbQC5BU-jXE/s72-c/martinamcbride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-956788051537206053</id><published>2009-01-29T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:14:29.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Ingram'/><title type='text'>Jack Ingram: Make A Wish (Coming Home Again) Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJFXVW0ncI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zqoixbKtyvg/s1600-h/JackIngram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJFXVW0ncI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zqoixbKtyvg/s200/JackIngram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296872378913299906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare out at the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Start the car and call the road your friend&lt;br /&gt;Tell the girls and the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;You'll think fondly and call back now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head out of the city&lt;br /&gt;Go find what they brought you down here for&lt;br /&gt;Take that shiny penny&lt;br /&gt;That daddy gave you from the day that you were born and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish that dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Go on sail the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;Ride a highway like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Drink the good times down like sin&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take that car&lt;br /&gt;And drive so far&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare up at the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And threaten every star it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;You tell'em this is the very last night&lt;br /&gt;I look to you to make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head into the city&lt;br /&gt;Electric lights that shine from dusk till dawn&lt;br /&gt;Take that rusty penny&lt;br /&gt;Throw it in the air and then move along and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish that dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Go on sail the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;Ride a highway like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Drink the good times down like sin&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take that car&lt;br /&gt;And drive so far&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go back but you can't come back 'round&lt;br /&gt;Let the world know as you roll through town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish that dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Go on sail the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;Ride a highway like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Drink the good times down like sin&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take that car&lt;br /&gt;And drive so far&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah take that car&lt;br /&gt;And drive so far&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're comin' home again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-956788051537206053?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/956788051537206053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/jack-ingram-make-wish-coming-home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/956788051537206053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/956788051537206053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/jack-ingram-make-wish-coming-home-again.html' title='Jack Ingram: Make A Wish (Coming Home Again) Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYJFXVW0ncI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zqoixbKtyvg/s72-c/JackIngram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-8842953073482727604</id><published>2009-01-28T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:56:58.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Jackson'/><title type='text'>Alan Jackson: 1976 Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCOU_F4OaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sCkaN92VlH0/s1600-h/alan_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCOU_F4OaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sCkaN92VlH0/s200/alan_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389652972321186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky burned up the movie screen and I was turnin' seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Tie-dyed shirts and Levis jean, lookin' cool at the Dairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to impress a young woman in her Sunday dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was 1976, didn't know who I was yet&lt;br /&gt;A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world&lt;br /&gt;Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school days I packed away, set my sights on a bigger stage&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Carter moved to DC, a Georgia boy just like me, life seemed easy&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much that we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 1976, didn't know who I was yet&lt;br /&gt;A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world&lt;br /&gt;Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight track tapes were still in style and Elvis was still alive&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman sure looked fine, Bionic Man was still Prime Time&lt;br /&gt;And that girl I liked, we kept on tryin' till we got it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was 1976, didn't know who I was yet&lt;br /&gt;A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world&lt;br /&gt;Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was 1976, didn't know who we were yet&lt;br /&gt;Built a fire that just wont quit and that was 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-8842953073482727604?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/8842953073482727604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/alan-jackson-1976-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8842953073482727604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8842953073482727604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/alan-jackson-1976-lyrics.html' title='Alan Jackson: 1976 Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCOU_F4OaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sCkaN92VlH0/s72-c/alan_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-6412991414747252671</id><published>2009-01-28T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:36:55.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hank Williams'/><title type='text'>Hank Williams: Hey Good Lookin' Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCJm5C4lmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6epOjCmKdxI/s1600-h/hank_williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCJm5C4lmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6epOjCmKdxI/s200/hank_williams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296384463028655714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, good lookin',&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got cookin'?&lt;br /&gt;How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sweet baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think maybe&lt;br /&gt;We could find us a brand new recipe?&lt;br /&gt;I got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;And I know a spot right over the hill.&lt;br /&gt;There's soda pop and the dancin's free,&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna have fun come along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, good lookin',&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got cookin'?&lt;br /&gt;How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free and ready,&lt;br /&gt;So we can go steady.&lt;br /&gt;How's about savin' all your time for me?&lt;br /&gt;No more lookin',&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been tooken [sic].&lt;br /&gt;How's about keepin' steady company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence&lt;br /&gt;And find me one for five or ten cents.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, good lookin',&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha got cookin'?&lt;br /&gt;How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-6412991414747252671?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6412991414747252671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/hank-williams-hey-good-lookin-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6412991414747252671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6412991414747252671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/hank-williams-hey-good-lookin-lyrics.html' title='Hank Williams: Hey Good Lookin&apos; Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCJm5C4lmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6epOjCmKdxI/s72-c/hank_williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-1415160118860122606</id><published>2009-01-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:28:17.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace Adkins'/><title type='text'>Trace Adkins: One of Those Nights Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCHmeH86pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_b4r7Yk9wFs/s1600-h/traceadkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCHmeH86pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_b4r7Yk9wFs/s200/traceadkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296382256778898066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had&lt;br /&gt;One of those days&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up feelin' good&lt;br /&gt;So good that you could the the whole world on&lt;br /&gt;One of those days&lt;br /&gt;When you just know&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' in the world could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the way i feel this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;But, baby i just gotta say&lt;br /&gt;I always have one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;After one of those nights&lt;br /&gt;Just like last night&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;those tangled sheets&lt;br /&gt;Were wrapped around us&lt;br /&gt;Baby, thanks to your love&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those nights that leads&lt;br /&gt;Tright to one of those days that leads&lt;br /&gt;Right to one of those nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had&lt;br /&gt;One of those smiles&lt;br /&gt;You just cant wipe away&lt;br /&gt;The sweet anticipations too strong&lt;br /&gt;One of those smiles you wear all day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can taste the kiss of passion waitin' back home&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the one I'm wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;But baby you always leave&lt;br /&gt;One of those smiles on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's perfect&lt;br /&gt;When you want me&lt;br /&gt;You touch me&lt;br /&gt;You move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights that leads&lt;br /&gt;To one of those days that leads&lt;br /&gt;Right to one of those nights&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights&lt;br /&gt;When everything's perfect&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of those nights&lt;br /&gt;I need another one of those nights baby&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-1415160118860122606?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/1415160118860122606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/trace-adkins-one-of-those-nights-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/1415160118860122606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/1415160118860122606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/trace-adkins-one-of-those-nights-lyrics.html' title='Trace Adkins: One of Those Nights Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCHmeH86pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_b4r7Yk9wFs/s72-c/traceadkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-6768391423983693375</id><published>2009-01-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:21:07.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Stills'/><title type='text'>Stephen Stills: Four Days Gone Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCF4Udx95I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZjWNDxHqpE/s1600-h/stephenstills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCF4Udx95I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZjWNDxHqpE/s200/stephenstills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380364400490386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met two kind people on the road&lt;br /&gt;I was parched and dry from the cold&lt;br /&gt;I've been travelling four days and nights, sir&lt;br /&gt;and I do want to thank you for the ride&lt;br /&gt;and the soup your wife made tasted fine&lt;br /&gt;if it's all the same, I'll be on my way at the next turn&lt;br /&gt;and I’m three miles shy of my town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my baby is waiting, I hope, sir&lt;br /&gt;After fifteen trucks and an old Ford&lt;br /&gt;and the government madness... I ran away&lt;br /&gt;and I hate to say, I can't tell you my name&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm four days gone into running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even go home&lt;br /&gt;Take my baby and run&lt;br /&gt;I got good reason to live&lt;br /&gt;I got the things I can give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm four days gone into running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-6768391423983693375?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6768391423983693375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/stephen-stills-four-days-gone-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6768391423983693375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6768391423983693375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/stephen-stills-four-days-gone-lyrics.html' title='Stephen Stills: Four Days Gone Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCF4Udx95I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ZjWNDxHqpE/s72-c/stephenstills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4093305748295114514</id><published>2009-01-28T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:18:49.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Denver'/><title type='text'>John Denver: This Old Guitar Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCFZT2pd0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZvdgC2bKaaE/s1600-h/johndenver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCFZT2pd0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZvdgC2bKaaE/s200/johndenver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379831660410690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old guitar taught me to sing a love song&lt;br /&gt;it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;It introduced me to some friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;and brightened up some days&lt;br /&gt;and helped me make it thru some lonely nights. Oh&lt;br /&gt;What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old guitar gave me my lovely lady&lt;br /&gt;it opened up her eyes and ears to me&lt;br /&gt;it brought us close together&lt;br /&gt;and I guess it broke her heart&lt;br /&gt;it opened up the space for us to be&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely place and a lovely space to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old guitar gave me my life my living&lt;br /&gt;all the things you know I love to do&lt;br /&gt;to serenade the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;from a sunny mountainside&lt;br /&gt;and most of all to sing my songs for you&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing my songs for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do, you know&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing my songs for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4093305748295114514?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4093305748295114514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/john-denver-this-old-guitar-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4093305748295114514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4093305748295114514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/john-denver-this-old-guitar-lyrics.html' title='John Denver: This Old Guitar Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCFZT2pd0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZvdgC2bKaaE/s72-c/johndenver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-5269413380818709796</id><published>2009-01-28T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:16:26.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willie Nelson'/><title type='text'>Willie Nelson: Blame It On The Times Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCEt4YFW4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7g1GWzBeNAI/s1600-h/willie-nelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCEt4YFW4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7g1GWzBeNAI/s200/willie-nelson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379085550082946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you sit there in your loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Confused as you must be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a dozen questions come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering why I left you,&lt;br /&gt;After all you've done for me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many times you had your way,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;And the many times you took for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Love you now have lost.&lt;br /&gt;And if I've hurt you, darlin',&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be unkind.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That small conceited world of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Could never understand,&lt;br /&gt;That to want to stand alone is not a crime.&lt;br /&gt;And, if for one time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting like a man,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the many times,&lt;br /&gt;A hiding place I'd seek.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to say what's on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;An' ashamed for being weak.&lt;br /&gt;So if at last I'm seeing,&lt;br /&gt;After so long being blind,&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you'll have to blame it on the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-5269413380818709796?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/5269413380818709796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/willie-nelson-blame-it-on-times-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5269413380818709796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5269413380818709796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/willie-nelson-blame-it-on-times-lyrics.html' title='Willie Nelson: Blame It On The Times Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCEt4YFW4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7g1GWzBeNAI/s72-c/willie-nelson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4381368027054572474</id><published>2009-01-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:12:11.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Chesney'/><title type='text'>Kenny Chesney: Don't Blink Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCD1jpuM-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/E2af-SEFyhs/s1600-h/kenny-chesney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCD1jpuM-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/E2af-SEFyhs/s200/kenny-chesney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296378117914244066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the evening news&lt;br /&gt;Saw an old man being interviewed&lt;br /&gt;Turning a hundred and two today&lt;br /&gt;Asked him what's the secret to life&lt;br /&gt;He looked up from his old pipe&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and said "All I can say is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;You just might miss your babies growing like mine did&lt;br /&gt;Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half&lt;br /&gt;Of fifty years is there in bed&lt;br /&gt;And you're praying God takes you instead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think&lt;br /&gt;So don't blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to my tv and it looked like he looked at me and said&lt;br /&gt;"Best start putting first things first."&lt;br /&gt;Cause when your hourglass runs out of sand&lt;br /&gt;You can't flip over and start again&lt;br /&gt;Take every breathe God gives you for what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Blink&lt;br /&gt;Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;You just might miss your babies growing like mine did&lt;br /&gt;Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half&lt;br /&gt;Of fifty years is there in bed&lt;br /&gt;And you're praying God takes you instead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think&lt;br /&gt;So don't blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin slow it down&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin take it in&lt;br /&gt;In this here today gone tomorrow world we're livin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;You just might miss your babies growing like mine did&lt;br /&gt;Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half&lt;br /&gt;Of fifty years is there in bed&lt;br /&gt;And you're praying God takes you instead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, don't blink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4381368027054572474?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4381368027054572474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/kenny-chesney-dont-blink-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4381368027054572474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4381368027054572474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/kenny-chesney-dont-blink-lyrics.html' title='Kenny Chesney: Don&apos;t Blink Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCD1jpuM-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/E2af-SEFyhs/s72-c/kenny-chesney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7162740132605244165</id><published>2009-01-28T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:10:18.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blitzen Trapper'/><title type='text'>Blitzen Trapper: Sleepytime In The Western Wood Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCDYeQ9MrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5j3Xb5IXghY/s1600-h/BlitzenTrapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCDYeQ9MrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5j3Xb5IXghY/s200/BlitzenTrapper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296377618251985586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids are made of lead&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep them open&lt;br /&gt;Cause its sleepytime&lt;br /&gt;And that's no crime in the western world&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You’re bound to follow through&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moon and a love so true&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna see me through&lt;br /&gt;You know it's gonna see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna make that dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t seem to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moon and a love so true&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna see me through&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s gonna see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting down the sleepy river&lt;br /&gt;Waking like a child&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna know what the spirit said&lt;br /&gt;Unless you drift down for a while&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna know what the wind is whispering now&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna know unless you leave this world somehow&lt;br /&gt;Unless you leave this world somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the street&lt;br /&gt;So apprehensive, feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And as I finally tried to speak&lt;br /&gt;Twelve birds flew straightways from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I circled high above the sky&lt;br /&gt;Began to cry with piercing sounds&lt;br /&gt;A crowd gathered on the ground&lt;br /&gt;All speaking strangely through their teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone and in my crib&lt;br /&gt;I spoke once more into the wind&lt;br /&gt;A storm of birds contained therein&lt;br /&gt;Began to spin, to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids are made of lead&lt;br /&gt;You can’t keep them open&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s sleepy time&lt;br /&gt;And that’s no crime in the western world&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You’re bound to follow through&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t seem to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love with a love so true&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna see me through&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s gonna see me through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7162740132605244165?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7162740132605244165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/blitzen-trapper-sleepytime-in-western.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7162740132605244165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7162740132605244165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/blitzen-trapper-sleepytime-in-western.html' title='Blitzen Trapper: Sleepytime In The Western Wood Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCDYeQ9MrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5j3Xb5IXghY/s72-c/BlitzenTrapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7346336635507950146</id><published>2009-01-28T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:06:23.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey and Rory'/><title type='text'>Joey + Rory: Heart Of The Wood Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCCcLEphUI/AAAAAAAAALw/Vs64BMK41S8/s1600-h/JoeyRory-131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCCcLEphUI/AAAAAAAAALw/Vs64BMK41S8/s200/JoeyRory-131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376582307939650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't work all day&lt;br /&gt;I'd love the time we spent and I'd go everywhere he went&lt;br /&gt;We'd end up on some old deer trail&lt;br /&gt;And I'd listen hard as he would spin his tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a field of stumps he said I got a new one for you hon&lt;br /&gt;These trees once stood tall and I'm the man that made them fall&lt;br /&gt;I cut 'em up, sanded them down&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't believe what I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past the bark and all the scars&lt;br /&gt;Our home was in the heart of those old trees&lt;br /&gt;God bless who sowed those seeds&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years and they just grew&lt;br /&gt;And only heaven knew what they'd be, to our family&lt;br /&gt;All that time to become what they should&lt;br /&gt;you know Our home was in the heart of the wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, said there's my favorite one, pointed at a cherry stump&lt;br /&gt;He said I couldn't afford the one at Sears so the good lord planted one right here&lt;br /&gt;He carved out what he saw within and he gave it to my dad when he turned ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the bark and all the scars&lt;br /&gt;There was a guitar in the heart of that old tree&lt;br /&gt;All from just one seed&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years and it just grew&lt;br /&gt;And only heaven knew just what it'd be&lt;br /&gt;And how that tree could sing&lt;br /&gt;All the time to become what it should&lt;br /&gt;There were songs in the heart of the wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we can mark a tree to keep from getting lost&lt;br /&gt;and it'll always point our way home like that old rugged cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years and it just grew and only heaven knew what it'd be&lt;br /&gt;And who'd hang on that tree it held the Son of God like it should&lt;br /&gt;But I know it broke the heart of the wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what made granddaddy great was that he didn't work all day&lt;br /&gt;I'd love the time we spent&lt;br /&gt;I'd go everywhere that old man went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7346336635507950146?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7346336635507950146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/joey-rory-heart-of-wood-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7346336635507950146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7346336635507950146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/joey-rory-heart-of-wood-lyrics.html' title='Joey + Rory: Heart Of The Wood Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYCCcLEphUI/AAAAAAAAALw/Vs64BMK41S8/s72-c/JoeyRory-131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-2235453481872544789</id><published>2009-01-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:43:31.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey Johnson'/><title type='text'>Jamey Johnson: The Door Is Always Open Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB9Hx21RPI/AAAAAAAAALo/88b42SC65CM/s1600-h/jamey+johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB9Hx21RPI/AAAAAAAAALo/88b42SC65CM/s200/jamey+johnson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370734383580402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Saw your picture in the paper and i see you married good&lt;br /&gt;And i know that he can give you all the things i never could&lt;br /&gt;But i know that he can't give you what you need most of all&lt;br /&gt;So the door is always open,and the lights on in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Yes the door is always open and the lights on in the hall&lt;br /&gt;And you know that i'll be waiting,if you ever come to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;When night falls on that mansion and you're lying in his bed&lt;br /&gt;When he begs you for attention,will you think of me instead&lt;br /&gt;When he reaches out to touch you,is your face turned to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Well the door is always open,and the lights on in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (x2).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-2235453481872544789?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2235453481872544789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/jamey-johnson-door-is-always-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2235453481872544789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2235453481872544789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/jamey-johnson-door-is-always-open.html' title='Jamey Johnson: The Door Is Always Open Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB9Hx21RPI/AAAAAAAAALo/88b42SC65CM/s72-c/jamey+johnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7103171025787495924</id><published>2009-01-28T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:41:35.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Adams'/><title type='text'>Ryan Adams: Call Me On Your Way Back Home Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8qeycctI/AAAAAAAAALg/6bVA9u499uE/s1600-h/ryanadams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8qeycctI/AAAAAAAAALg/6bVA9u499uE/s200/ryanadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370231048696530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby why do I miss you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss my sweet&lt;br /&gt;And the birds all singing blue&lt;br /&gt;And white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And white&lt;br /&gt;Call me on your way back home dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I ain't nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby why did I treat you like I did&lt;br /&gt;Honey I was just a kid&lt;br /&gt;Bubblegum on my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you love me and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Call me on your way back home dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna die without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just wanna die without you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just wanna die without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7103171025787495924?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7103171025787495924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-adams-call-me-on-your-way-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7103171025787495924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7103171025787495924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-adams-call-me-on-your-way-back.html' title='Ryan Adams: Call Me On Your Way Back Home Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8qeycctI/AAAAAAAAALg/6bVA9u499uE/s72-c/ryanadams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-1967906589710568705</id><published>2009-01-28T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:39:21.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth Brooks'/><title type='text'>Garth Brooks: She Don't Care About Me Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8GTtD01I/AAAAAAAAALY/SAwZfqhHj6o/s1600-h/garth+brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8GTtD01I/AAAAAAAAALY/SAwZfqhHj6o/s200/garth+brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296369609598030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up cold, staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Can't get back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how she left me crying&lt;br /&gt;With broken memories&lt;br /&gt;I see her face in all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'd like to be her honey&lt;br /&gt;But she don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up cold, staring at another&lt;br /&gt;You could see it in my face&lt;br /&gt;Lord I try but I can't ever&lt;br /&gt;Let nobody take her place&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on much longer&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming in misery&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'd like to be her honey&lt;br /&gt;But she don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'd like to be her honey&lt;br /&gt;But she don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gone so long and all alone, too far gone to try&lt;br /&gt;With all them dreams and all them scenes just living in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I go downtown to drink my liquor&lt;br /&gt;My tortured mind's so numb&lt;br /&gt;But drunk or blind she gets there quicker&lt;br /&gt;The further away I run&lt;br /&gt;Now when I die my tangled soul&lt;br /&gt;Will finally be set free&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'd like to be her honey&lt;br /&gt;But she don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'd like to be her honey&lt;br /&gt;But she don't care about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-1967906589710568705?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/1967906589710568705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/garth-brooks-she-dont-care-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/1967906589710568705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/1967906589710568705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/garth-brooks-she-dont-care-about-me.html' title='Garth Brooks: She Don&apos;t Care About Me Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB8GTtD01I/AAAAAAAAALY/SAwZfqhHj6o/s72-c/garth+brooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4815361582646727227</id><published>2009-01-28T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:36:32.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Paisley'/><title type='text'>Brad Paisley: Start A Band Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB7erVx1UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BxZb_wQDQOI/s1600-h/bradpaisley_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB7erVx1UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BxZb_wQDQOI/s200/bradpaisley_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368928748066114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Featuring Keith Urban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was a straight-lace, straight A student&lt;br /&gt;teacher’s pet or child prodigy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football&lt;br /&gt;It take too long to get a law degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down with momma and daddy&lt;br /&gt;tried to talk some sense into my big head&lt;br /&gt;But the best advice that I ever got&lt;br /&gt;was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Cut up some jeans, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;When you’re living in a world that you dont understand&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;Start a band, Start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;They’ll be waiting in the line out back&lt;br /&gt;Might get your picture in the hometown paper&lt;br /&gt;Maybe buy your momma that Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Cut up some jeans, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a band, Scrape up some money, buy a van&lt;br /&gt;Learn free bird and ramblin’ man&lt;br /&gt;Never buy another beer again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you a guitar and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Grow out your hair, come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands&lt;br /&gt;Find a few good buddies, start a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to study, start a band&lt;br /&gt;Call up some buddies man, start a band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4815361582646727227?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4815361582646727227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/brad-paisley-start-band-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4815361582646727227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4815361582646727227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/brad-paisley-start-band-lyrics.html' title='Brad Paisley: Start A Band Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB7erVx1UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BxZb_wQDQOI/s72-c/bradpaisley_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-2904303422290858793</id><published>2009-01-28T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:30:12.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarland'/><title type='text'>Sugarland: Steve Earle Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB5_cmh8hI/AAAAAAAAALI/NhEgVUH0HpA/s1600-h/sugarland1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB5_cmh8hI/AAAAAAAAALI/NhEgVUH0HpA/s200/sugarland1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367292704223762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more!&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard Steve Earle had lots of wives,&lt;br /&gt;About as many as cats have lives.&lt;br /&gt;Met him on his records and we're good friends.&lt;br /&gt;He writes a song for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;They fall in love and before it's done,&lt;br /&gt;He writes an even better one when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have to take your name.&lt;br /&gt;And you won't have to take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Steve Earle, Steve Earle, please write a song for me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't take a dime when it comes my time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The others wanted your whole heart, but I just want your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Earle, Steve Earle, please write a song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard he loves each one the same,&lt;br /&gt;As much as Ireland loves the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Steve, it rains at my house everyday.&lt;br /&gt;He met 'em all in every port,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause falling in love is a pilgrim sport.&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I can be the pirate, I'm ok!&lt;br /&gt;You moved to the city. Baby, you had to go.&lt;br /&gt;But I love apples and I could learn to love the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could walk around in your favorite shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, just one line,&lt;br /&gt;What do you got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Earle, Steve Earle, please write a song for me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't take a dime when it comes my time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The others wanted your whole heart, but I just want your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken]&lt;br /&gt;And the shirt that goes with it 'cause it smells like you, and you know I like to sleep in that in the vacation house at the&lt;br /&gt;beach and a really small wedding, only 'bout 300 people.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I have kids?&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna need to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like reggae?&lt;br /&gt;I love reggae.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday nights, I like to go to trivia, so that's your night to go out with the boys and then you can...&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Earle, Steve Earle, please write a song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fine!&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;Should we come listen then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-2904303422290858793?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2904303422290858793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugarland-steve-earle-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2904303422290858793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2904303422290858793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugarland-steve-earle-lyrics.html' title='Sugarland: Steve Earle Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYB5_cmh8hI/AAAAAAAAALI/NhEgVUH0HpA/s72-c/sugarland1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-7502315618652625130</id><published>2009-01-27T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:13:01.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby Keith'/><title type='text'>Toby Keith: She Only Gets That Way With Me Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAFdzPbk2I/AAAAAAAAALA/FpBKzD1Hi9o/s1600-h/toby_keith-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAFdzPbk2I/AAAAAAAAALA/FpBKzD1Hi9o/s200/toby_keith-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296239171316978530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't shy&lt;br /&gt;She's outspoken boy&lt;br /&gt;She always speaks her mind&lt;br /&gt;Except those quiet little moments&lt;br /&gt;When I am all she needs&lt;br /&gt;And I hold her tenderly&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Some how she seems to keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Until those magic little moments&lt;br /&gt;When I am all she needs&lt;br /&gt;And the love is good you see&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gets sad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;She'll never show it&lt;br /&gt;You might make her mad&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know it&lt;br /&gt;She don't wear her heart out on her sleeve&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she ain't weak&lt;br /&gt;My baby's just as strong as she can be&lt;br /&gt;Until those nights she comes and tells me&lt;br /&gt;That the want to in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gives her butterflies&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way with me&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way with me&lt;br /&gt;She only gets that way with me&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she only gets that way with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-7502315618652625130?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/7502315618652625130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/toby-keith-she-only-gets-that-way-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7502315618652625130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/7502315618652625130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/toby-keith-she-only-gets-that-way-with.html' title='Toby Keith: She Only Gets That Way With Me Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAFdzPbk2I/AAAAAAAAALA/FpBKzD1Hi9o/s72-c/toby_keith-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-3315033317005784250</id><published>2009-01-27T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:10:21.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Antebellum'/><title type='text'>Lady Antebellum: I Was Here Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAE17YgE1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1vlkTPhoaIo/s1600-h/ladyantebellum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAE17YgE1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1vlkTPhoaIo/s200/ladyantebellum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238486307738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice me&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe in my mark, like initials carved in an old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll write like Twain wrote&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll paint like Van Gough,&lt;br /&gt;cure the common cold&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but I'm ready to start cuz i know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters&lt;br /&gt;say something different&lt;br /&gt;something that sets the whole world on it's ear&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do somethin better, with the time i've been given&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life&lt;br /&gt;and leave nothin less that something that says i was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will prove you wrong&lt;br /&gt;if you think im all talk, your in for a shock&lt;br /&gt;cuz this streams too strong, and before too long&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll compose symphonies&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll fight for world peace&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know it's my destiny to leave more that a trace of myself in this&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters&lt;br /&gt;say something different&lt;br /&gt;something that sets the whole world on it's ear&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do somethin better, with the time i've been given&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life&lt;br /&gt;and leave nothin less that something that says i was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know that i, i will do more than just pass through this life&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave nothin less that somethin that says i was here, i was here, i&lt;br /&gt;was here, i was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do somethin that matters&lt;br /&gt;somethin that says i was here&lt;br /&gt;wanna do somethin that matters&lt;br /&gt;somethin that says i was here, i was here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-3315033317005784250?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3315033317005784250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-antebellum-i-was-here-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3315033317005784250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3315033317005784250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-antebellum-i-was-here-lyrics.html' title='Lady Antebellum: I Was Here Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAE17YgE1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1vlkTPhoaIo/s72-c/ladyantebellum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-8187123280597853760</id><published>2009-01-27T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:55:04.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Underwood'/><title type='text'>Carrie Underwood: Jesus Takes The Wheel Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYABGhQjiMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1Fw8GBFCEpc/s1600-h/CarrieUnderwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYABGhQjiMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1Fw8GBFCEpc/s200/CarrieUnderwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234373306353858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;On a snow white Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy&lt;br /&gt;With the baby in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Fifty miles to go and she was&lt;br /&gt;Running low on faith and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;It'd been a long hard year&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot on her mind&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't pay attention&lt;br /&gt;She was going way too fast&lt;br /&gt;And before she knew it she was spinning&lt;br /&gt;On a thin black sheet of glass&lt;br /&gt;She saw both their lives flash before her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even have time to cry&lt;br /&gt;She was so scared&lt;br /&gt;She threw her hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still getting colder&lt;br /&gt;When she made it to the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And the car came to a stop&lt;br /&gt;She cried when she saw that baby&lt;br /&gt;In the backseat sleeping like a rock&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a long time&lt;br /&gt;She bowed her head to pray&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm sorry for the way&lt;br /&gt;I've been living my life&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to change&lt;br /&gt;So from now on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;From this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take it, take it from me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why, oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-8187123280597853760?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/8187123280597853760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/carrie-underwood-jesus-takes-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8187123280597853760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8187123280597853760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/carrie-underwood-jesus-takes-wheel.html' title='Carrie Underwood: Jesus Takes The Wheel Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYABGhQjiMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1Fw8GBFCEpc/s72-c/CarrieUnderwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-2624962024556468112</id><published>2009-01-27T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:51:22.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Brown Band'/><title type='text'>Zac Brown Band: Highway 20 Ride Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAAZV6wTeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQFBbh4uj3M/s1600-h/ZacBrownBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAAZV6wTeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQFBbh4uj3M/s200/ZacBrownBand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296233597168012770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride east every other Friday&lt;br /&gt;but if I had it my way&lt;br /&gt;the day would not be wasted on this drive.&lt;br /&gt;and I want so bad to hold you&lt;br /&gt;son there’s things I haven’t told you&lt;br /&gt;your mom and me couldn’t get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I drive, and I think about my life&lt;br /&gt;and wonder why, that I’ll slowly die inside&lt;br /&gt;every time I turn that truck around right at the Georgia line&lt;br /&gt;and I count the days and the miles back home to you&lt;br /&gt;on that highway 20 ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day might come you’ll realize&lt;br /&gt;That if you see thru my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There was no other way to work it out&lt;br /&gt;And a part of you might hate me&lt;br /&gt;Son please don’t mistake me&lt;br /&gt;For a man that didnt care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drive, and I think about my life&lt;br /&gt;And wonder why, that’ll slowly die inside&lt;br /&gt;Every time i turn that truck around right at the Georgia line&lt;br /&gt;And I count the days and the miles back home to you&lt;br /&gt;On that highway 20 ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you drive, and the years go flying by&lt;br /&gt;I hope you smile, if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;It was the pleasure of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I cherished everytime&lt;br /&gt;And my whole world it begins and ends with you&lt;br /&gt;on that highway 20 ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa 20 ride x 2&lt;br /&gt;Highway 20 ride.&lt;br /&gt;and I ride..&lt;br /&gt;Whoa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-2624962024556468112?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2624962024556468112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/zac-brown-band-highway-20-ride-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2624962024556468112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2624962024556468112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/zac-brown-band-highway-20-ride-lyrics.html' title='Zac Brown Band: Highway 20 Ride Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SYAAZV6wTeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQFBbh4uj3M/s72-c/ZacBrownBand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-8172615963017399901</id><published>2009-01-27T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:36:02.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dierks Bentley'/><title type='text'>Dierks Bentley: Down On Easy Street Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8yXznl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DP9Prlv-63A/s1600-h/dierks_bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8yXznl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DP9Prlv-63A/s200/dierks_bentley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296229629125171042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you heard I'm doin' well&lt;br /&gt;Struck it rich, to hear some folks tell&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the same old me&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your all to find that road&lt;br /&gt;And you lose touch with some people as you go&lt;br /&gt;Promises are hard to keep&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I lay down, and you're not there&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I wish I was anywhere, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;In this world where the telephone is all I touch&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone and no one ever really knows&lt;br /&gt;The man inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Up here in this lonely room just a-sippin' wine&lt;br /&gt;And a-missin' you girl I've got everything&lt;br /&gt;But what I need&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm down&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me you moved on&lt;br /&gt;Well who could blame you, with me so off and gone&lt;br /&gt;But do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out this way, some week, some year&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll still find me waitin' here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus Twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;Down on Easy Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you heard I'm doin' well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-8172615963017399901?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/8172615963017399901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/dierks-bentley-down-on-easy-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8172615963017399901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8172615963017399901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/dierks-bentley-down-on-easy-street.html' title='Dierks Bentley: Down On Easy Street Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8yXznl2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DP9Prlv-63A/s72-c/dierks_bentley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-2186273666291163867</id><published>2009-01-27T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:34:15.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmylou Harris'/><title type='text'>Emmylou Harris: Broken Man's Lament Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8Ylq75XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4b1n_aA00nI/s1600-h/emmylou-harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8Ylq75XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4b1n_aA00nI/s200/emmylou-harris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296229186170250610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a broken man&lt;br /&gt;I was once a broken fool&lt;br /&gt;Lost my wife and children&lt;br /&gt;To one basic broken rule&lt;br /&gt;Now I live my life in silence&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not quite in a shell&lt;br /&gt;I drink and listen to that song&lt;br /&gt;A whiter shade of pale&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a whiter shade of pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good shade tree mechanic&lt;br /&gt;So I sent myself to school&lt;br /&gt;They smoothed out my rough edges&lt;br /&gt;In my hands they put new tools&lt;br /&gt;The instructor once he told me&lt;br /&gt;I could work on any line&lt;br /&gt;I could tune and make a diesel sing&lt;br /&gt;Just like Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just like Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I met my wife to be&lt;br /&gt;Through my mother's best friend son&lt;br /&gt;She'd been a barroom singer&lt;br /&gt;She was as good as anyone&lt;br /&gt;But I asked her to stop singing&lt;br /&gt;And the girl she did not flinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day she went and bought that man&lt;br /&gt;A brand new crescent wrench&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a brand new crescent wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had three fine children&lt;br /&gt;As eight years went on by&lt;br /&gt;I learned to supervise a line&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles stayed bone dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after supper I kept hearing her&lt;br /&gt;By the kitchen radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing sweet but desperate harmony&lt;br /&gt;A little bit too low&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a little bit too low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left three months later&lt;br /&gt;I'd just come home for lunch&lt;br /&gt;The note said easy come hard go&lt;br /&gt;But still love you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't know if I'll be back&lt;br /&gt;Or if you'll want me if I come&lt;br /&gt;But if and when that happens, dear&lt;br /&gt;You better let my sweet dream run&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let my sweet dream run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good shade tree mechanic&lt;br /&gt;So I sent myself to school&lt;br /&gt;They smoothed out my rough edges&lt;br /&gt;In my hands they put new tools&lt;br /&gt;The instructor once he told me&lt;br /&gt;I could work on any line&lt;br /&gt;But now a diesel ain't the only thing&lt;br /&gt;Can sing like Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can sing like Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a broken man&lt;br /&gt;I was once a broken fool&lt;br /&gt;Lost my wife and children&lt;br /&gt;To one basic broken rule&lt;br /&gt;Now I live my life in silence&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not quite in a shell&lt;br /&gt;I drink and listen to that song&lt;br /&gt;A whiter shade of pale&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a whiter shade of pale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-2186273666291163867?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/2186273666291163867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmylou-harris-broken-mans-lament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2186273666291163867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/2186273666291163867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmylou-harris-broken-mans-lament.html' title='Emmylou Harris: Broken Man&apos;s Lament Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_8Ylq75XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4b1n_aA00nI/s72-c/emmylou-harris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-519141156545634301</id><published>2009-01-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:31:16.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alison Krauss'/><title type='text'>Alison Krauss: When You Say Nothing At All Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_7rdsVfDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qhhilk5icbI/s1600-h/alisonkrauss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_7rdsVfDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qhhilk5icbI/s200/alisonkrauss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296228410934524978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing&lt;br /&gt;How you can speak&lt;br /&gt;Right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word,&lt;br /&gt;You can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may&lt;br /&gt;I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when&lt;br /&gt;You don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;I can hear people&lt;br /&gt;Talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;You drown out the crowd&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may&lt;br /&gt;They can never define&lt;br /&gt;What's been said&lt;br /&gt;Between your&lt;br /&gt;Heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-519141156545634301?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/519141156545634301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/alison-krauss-when-you-say-nothing-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/519141156545634301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/519141156545634301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/alison-krauss-when-you-say-nothing-at.html' title='Alison Krauss: When You Say Nothing At All Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_7rdsVfDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qhhilk5icbI/s72-c/alisonkrauss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-8926094381057699381</id><published>2009-01-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:27:42.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucinda Williams'/><title type='text'>Lucinda Williams: Plan to Marry Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_62QMZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cRzuvMOSqNo/s1600-h/LucindaWilliams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_62QMZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cRzuvMOSqNo/s200/LucindaWilliams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227496777873554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaders can't be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And hero's let us down&lt;br /&gt;And innocence lies rusted&lt;br /&gt;Frozen beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the destitute isolated&lt;br /&gt;We've all been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And the the fruit trees we planted&lt;br /&gt;Are withered and rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abuse and magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from infection&lt;br /&gt;And the promises were given&lt;br /&gt;But never with intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War becomes common place&lt;br /&gt;Secrets overheard&lt;br /&gt;And violence, big business&lt;br /&gt;And love is just a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we marry, why do we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Keep on believing in love&lt;br /&gt;Because love, love is my sward&lt;br /&gt;Love is a weapon, love is a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we, we are the conquerors&lt;br /&gt;We are the soldiers, we are the lovers&lt;br /&gt;That's why we fall in love&lt;br /&gt;That's why we believe in love, that's why we marry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-8926094381057699381?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/8926094381057699381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucinda-williams-plan-to-marry-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8926094381057699381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/8926094381057699381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucinda-williams-plan-to-marry-lyrics.html' title='Lucinda Williams: Plan to Marry Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_62QMZ-JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cRzuvMOSqNo/s72-c/LucindaWilliams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-270493847360952899</id><published>2009-01-27T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:23:41.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray LaMontagne'/><title type='text'>Ray LaMontagne: Three More Days Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_56Yt9AzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BHKkcSfoCjk/s1600-h/ray-lamontagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_56Yt9AzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BHKkcSfoCjk/s200/ray-lamontagne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296226468273914674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I will be coming home to ya darling&lt;br /&gt;Three more days&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I will be coming home to ya darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to be so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to leave you so alone&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to getcha this good job done&lt;br /&gt;So I can bring it on home to you&lt;br /&gt;So I can bring it on home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I will be right there by your side, baby&lt;br /&gt;Three more days&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I will be right there by your side, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to leave you so alone&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong to be so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to getcha this good job done&lt;br /&gt;So I can bring it on home to you&lt;br /&gt;So I can bring it on home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring it on home to ya&lt;br /&gt;Home to ya&lt;br /&gt;Home to ya&lt;br /&gt;I said listen up, listen up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring it on home to ya&lt;br /&gt;Home to ya&lt;br /&gt;Home to ya&lt;br /&gt;I said listen up, listen up, listen up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Give it to ya&lt;br /&gt;Give it to ya&lt;br /&gt;Give it to ya&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it so ya can't say no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-270493847360952899?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/270493847360952899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/ray-lamontagne-three-more-days-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/270493847360952899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/270493847360952899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/ray-lamontagne-three-more-days-lyrics.html' title='Ray LaMontagne: Three More Days Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_56Yt9AzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BHKkcSfoCjk/s72-c/ray-lamontagne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-6729896563706428497</id><published>2009-01-27T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:19:50.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darius Rucker'/><title type='text'>Darius Rucker: It Won't Be Like This For Long Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_49GwxRNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7F0U0_WPzVQ/s1600-h/dariusrucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_49GwxRNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7F0U0_WPzVQ/s200/dariusrucker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225415481869522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have to wake up&lt;br /&gt;He'd been up all night&lt;br /&gt;Lying there in bed and listening&lt;br /&gt;To his newborn baby cry&lt;br /&gt;He makes a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;He splashes water on his face&lt;br /&gt;His wife gives him a kiss and says,&lt;br /&gt;"It's gonna be okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It won't be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day we'll look back laughing&lt;br /&gt;At the week we brought her home&lt;br /&gt;This phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;So baby, just hold on&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, 'bout 4:30&lt;br /&gt;She's crawling in their bed&lt;br /&gt;And when he drops her off at pre-school&lt;br /&gt;She's clinging to his leg&lt;br /&gt;The teacher peels her off of him&lt;br /&gt;He says, "What can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Now, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;This'll only last a week or two"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It won't be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day soon you'll drop her off&lt;br /&gt;And she won't even know you're gone&lt;br /&gt;This phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;If you can just hold on&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon she'll be a teenager&lt;br /&gt;And at times, he'll think she hates him&lt;br /&gt;And he'll walk her down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;And raise her veil,&lt;br /&gt;But right now she's up and cryin'&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is that he don't mind&lt;br /&gt;As he kisses her goodnight&lt;br /&gt;And she says her prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays down there beside her&lt;br /&gt;Till her eyes are finally closed&lt;br /&gt;And just watching her it breaks his heart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he already knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;One day soon that little girl is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;All grown up and gone&lt;br /&gt;And this phase is gonna fly by&lt;br /&gt;So he's trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this for long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-6729896563706428497?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/6729896563706428497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/darius-rucker-it-wont-be-like-this-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6729896563706428497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/6729896563706428497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/darius-rucker-it-wont-be-like-this-for.html' title='Darius Rucker: It Won&apos;t Be Like This For Long Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_49GwxRNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7F0U0_WPzVQ/s72-c/dariusrucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-4040771884132166228</id><published>2009-01-27T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:13:54.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Green'/><title type='text'>Pat Green: Won't Let Love Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_3nSSPwZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3CVpF2r9sDc/s1600-h/patgreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_3nSSPwZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3CVpF2r9sDc/s200/patgreen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296223941106319762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me and a voice on the radio&lt;br /&gt;It keeps telling you and me&lt;br /&gt;Should have turned around hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Just two innocent bystanders&lt;br /&gt;Victimized by the night&lt;br /&gt;That'll be our alibi in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on in&lt;br /&gt;and hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;That's all right, that's ok&lt;br /&gt;We won't let love get in our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boulevard is on fire tonight&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed by the flames of burning street lights&lt;br /&gt;Look at those two fools on the corner&lt;br /&gt;they got that look in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's real or just a brilliant disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two innocent bystanders&lt;br /&gt;Victimized by the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be our alibi in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love (repeat out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-4040771884132166228?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/4040771884132166228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/pat-green-wont-let-love-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4040771884132166228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/4040771884132166228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/pat-green-wont-let-love-lyrics.html' title='Pat Green: Won&apos;t Let Love Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_3nSSPwZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3CVpF2r9sDc/s72-c/patgreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-3381525235364664731</id><published>2009-01-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:10:10.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Cash'/><title type='text'>Johnny Cash: Long Black Veil Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_2vKo9AVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yg7_wxsZUN0/s1600-h/JohnnyCash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_2vKo9AVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yg7_wxsZUN0/s200/JohnnyCash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296222976981401938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago,on a cold dark night&lt;br /&gt;Someone was killed ,neath the town hall light&lt;br /&gt;There were few at the scene,but the all agreed&lt;br /&gt;That the slayer who ran,looked a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said son what is your alibi&lt;br /&gt;If you were somewhere else.then you won't have to die&lt;br /&gt;I spoke not a word,thou it met my life&lt;br /&gt;For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;She walks these hill.in a long black veil&lt;br /&gt;She visits my grave.when the night winds wail&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows,nobody sees&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the scaffold is high and eternity's near&lt;br /&gt;She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear&lt;br /&gt;But late at night,when the north wind blows&lt;br /&gt;In a long black veil,she cries o're my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-3381525235364664731?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/3381525235364664731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/johnny-cash-long-black-veil-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3381525235364664731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/3381525235364664731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/johnny-cash-long-black-veil-lyrics.html' title='Johnny Cash: Long Black Veil Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_2vKo9AVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yg7_wxsZUN0/s72-c/JohnnyCash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173775880874704886.post-5278932390527996191</id><published>2009-01-27T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:03:36.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift: The Outside Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_1K2-8uII/AAAAAAAAAJg/PhLcNwU9sY4/s1600-h/taylor_swift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_1K2-8uII/AAAAAAAAAJg/PhLcNwU9sY4/s200/taylor_swift1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296221253718030466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I would find&lt;br /&gt;When I went looking for a reason, I know&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;And, baby, I've got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take the road less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seems to work the first few times&lt;br /&gt;Am I right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I ever try to be better&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever lets me in&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, this ain't the best view&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot of lonely places&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me there, but never knew&lt;br /&gt;That I would give it all up to be&lt;br /&gt;A part of this, a part of you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all too late so you see&lt;br /&gt;You could've helped if you had wanted to&lt;br /&gt;But no one notices until it's too&lt;br /&gt;Late to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever try to be better&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever lets me in&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, this ain't the best view&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot of lonely places&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever try to be better&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever lets me in&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, this ain't the best view&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot of lonely places&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173775880874704886-5278932390527996191?l=lyricscountry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/feeds/5278932390527996191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/taylor-swift-outside-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5278932390527996191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173775880874704886/posts/default/5278932390527996191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricscountry.blogspot.com/2009/01/taylor-swift-outside-lyrics.html' title='Taylor Swift: The Outside Lyrics'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCAzpI2YQqU/SX_1K2-8uII/AAAAAAAAAJg/PhLcNwU9sY4/s72-c/taylor_swift1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
