Keys In The Truck ©
We look good, in these suits and ties.
We're just a little bit hungover from last night. Nobody got hurt, just had a little fun. Hashed out a plan just in case you want to run.
So, if those feet start to freeze, you’re thinking she ain't the one. Don't think twice brother. I got your freedom run.
I got the keys in the truck,
Gas in the tank, just say the word brother, give me the wink. I'll have you out of this place, and on the way to the Gulf of Mexico. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
Now she looks good, with that dress and ring. If you still want her brother, I won't say a thing. What kinda friend, would I be to you. If I didn't offer what I happily refused.
No, you ain't slipped on no ring, you ain't said no "I do's", this is your last chance brother, what you gonna do?
I got the keys in the truck,
Gas in the tank, just say the word brother, give me the wink. I'll have you out of this place, and on the way to the Gulf of Mexico. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
Keys in the truck,
Gas in the tank, just say the word brother, give me the wink. And I'll have you out of this place, and on the way to the Gulf of Mexico. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
Louisiana Lucy ©
Burning in my chest, trying to catch my breath After double shot number three. Walking with Beam, or rather strutting it seems, Headed out on Bourbon Street.
When what to my reddened eyes do you suppose? Something sweet and sinful cut across my nose. Dangerous looking legs in ripped black hose, Heavenly face with a hell of a smile.
Now I’m no kind of sweet talker, Fire water might be to blame. First a whisper to me and then a room key, Before I ever even knew her name.
And it was Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, Sticking her pins in me.
Now when New Orleans had got the best of me She took the rest right to the edge. Zombified and hypnotized to say the least I was her helpless slave.
The morning come and with an undead groan I rose up to an empty room. To find she’d made off with my heart in the night, took my whiskey and my money too.
She’s got my blood boiling, got me cold sweat slick. There’s only one cure when you’re this kind of sick I cannot stop now, I’m like a ghoul on the prowl Got the itch and I need my fix.
From Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess Driving her pins in me I ain’t looking for mercy, that’s the last thing I want
But if I don’t get a taste of her soon, the French quarter I’ll forever haunt.
Looking for Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, Sticking her pins in me, now she's sticking her pins in me Lord she’s driving her pins in me.
Pennies and Patience ©
I never mind the working, I just hate the waiting,
For payday and Friday, or maybe just another way.
And I don’t mind the sleepless nights, cuz I waste away daylight.
And I’m all out of money and my troubles are catching up fast.
Pennies and patience yeah I don’t think they’re gonna last.
I don’t mind the lows as long as there’s the highs, yeah I don’t mind the lonely
Cuz the music gets me by. And I could never make head or tails, and all I’ve caught is hell.
And I’m all out of money and my troubles are catching up fast.
Pennies and patience yeah I don’t think they’re gonna last.
Short and sweet is the time that I killed, duck and run trying to skip on the bill.
Life is pushing on to me, sign right here we’ll set you free.
Cover my eyes as the lightning flashes, cover my ears as thunder crashes.
Cover my mouth, hope for the best, knowing damn well I’ll get the rest.
And I am all out of money and those black clouds are all that I can see.
Can’t outrun the wind, with a hurricane coming down on me.
Things I'd Miss ©
I got a lotta buddy's out there in this music biz, getting down hearted cause they ain't made it big.
When Nashville keeps on changing the scene, makes harder on a brother chasing the dream. You just keep on truckin and playin the gigs, cause I think about all the things I'd miss.
Those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights, watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!
No to me it ain't an option, I'll play till I'm dead. It's more than audio addiction, brother lift up your head.
Ain't no way I believe you really want to quit; I know about all the things you'd miss. It ain't women, money, booze or pills. It's the playing and the singing that give you the thrill.
And those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!
To all the people we've met, through the years, I say thanks for the memories, the miles and the beers.
You'll probably never see us win a CMA.
We've made a lot of friends, family, so that's okay.
You’re worth more to us than trophies on a shelf. With all the fans, friends and family, we're rich as hell.
I’d miss those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!
Friday Night Rundown ©
Slow burn of whiskey, sweet tasty pain
Running like a wild dog through my veins
Loosen my jacket, loosen my tongue
Got some trash talking that needs to be done
I busted my ass all week for this
Ain’t looking for a slow dance romance
All I want is a kiss, oh yes
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
What do you say, babe? You and me
High class trash and trailer park beauty queens
The kind that just want to play
Don’t want a money loving girl in her daddy’s Mercedes
Give me a woman in an old Chevrolet
I like it when they wear their shirts cut low
I like it when they whisper my name soft and sweet and slow
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
What do you say, babe? You and me
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
Well, what do you say, babe?
Your Own Disaster ©
Now we’ve all got our little hang ups, we have got our little deals
We have got our eccentricities and a mailbox full of bills
Save a single nickel today, and spend twenty dollars all the rest
That’s the nature of the beast, that you’re trying to kill faster
Spinning around in place, watch ‘em make their own disaster
Now we’ve all got our own opinions, spread ‘em out just like a plague
The gossamer glamor helps to even up the taste
Well you must excuse my doubt, if I can’t seem to get my head that far
Up my own assumption that you know what you’re talking about
When all you hear is static from a self-reported master
Stand back and give ‘em room, watch ‘em make their own disaster
This must be mass confusion, communicable delusion
Who is in charge of this puppet show?
Every single line is ad-libbed, might as well be a Mad Lib
And I want my money back
Pay up sucker
All I hear is blah, blah, blah from these self-reported masters
Stand back and give ‘em all the room you can and they’ll make their own disaster
Home To You ©
On my way, home to you.
We had a show tonight but I won't feel right
Till I'm cuddled up next to you
It's a long ride back, but one I gotta do. To hold you tight,
I'd drive all night to your good lovin I can't refuse
I need you to know, I need you to know.
You make everything feel alright.
Like walking out the dark, into the light.
Your a fresh cup of coffee watching morning sun
Safe haven for a criminal on the run.
And nothing gonna stop the ride I'm on, I'm a freight train of love coming home
Now I'm On my way, to another show.
You know I love to play, but I gotta say, it's bitter sweet baby leavin you.
The stage and lights, they call my name,
And like a siren song your love calls me home,
You're the reason for the songs I sing.
I need you to know, I need you to know.
You make everything feel alright.
Like walking out the dark, into the light.
Your a fresh cup of coffee watching morning sun
Safe haven for a criminal on the run.
And nothing gonna stop the ride I'm on, I'm a freight train of lovin coming home
New Breed ©
She said you can have me any way you want, you can do to me as you please. But you know I like it when you pull my hair from behind when I’m on my knees. And all the things you say I do so well, I swear for you they’ll never lack. And you know it makes me want to scream every time I try looking back.
She’s a new breed of woman, That every man’s been dreaming of, A new breed of woman, Who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love.
You know I hate to love the way you’re teasing me, Though I know it makes it more intense. And I love to feel your body next to mine, and I love the way you roll those hips. And all those things I love to do to you, I swear you’ll never get enough. And you can call this anything you want, but please don’t ever call it love.
She’s a new breed of woman That every man’s been dreaming of. A new breed of woman, Who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love.
She’s a new breed of woman That every man’s been dreaming of. A new breed of woman, Who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love.
The only one she’ll ever really love.
Only one she’ll ever really love.
The Next Time ©
The next time you run away with my heart,
You should watch where you are going.
Every single word you say to me.
I don’t think I’m the one that needs convincing.
It don’t take that much to leave me,
Or at least that’s what I have been led to believe.
Forever turns ugly once again.
And I am saving all of my last times, for next time.
The next time I’ll just let it be,
Because I don’t know what I’m doing here.
Chained to an old undying flame that drags me right back down,
Into a sea of useless tears.
It don’t take that much to leave me,
Or at least that’s what I have been led to believe.
Forever turns ugly once again.
And I am saving all of my last times, for next time.
The next time you start singing that same old song,
Put your goodbye where your mouth is.
See I know the steps to that dance so very well,
That I don’t need the music anymore.
It don’t take that much to leave me,
Or at least that’s what I have been led to believe.
Forever turns ugly once again.
And I am saving all of my last times, for next time.
Hear Me Calling ©
Lately I’ve been feeling a little like Adam just before God made Eve.
All alone in the world wishing for the girl who could set my soul at ease.
And I guess I’m asking for a miracle to happen though I can’t give up one more rib.
But the way things been going and He keeps on holding, I’d be willing to make a deal.
Do you hear me calling, out your name
For that one woman I’d give any kind of fortune and fame.
Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time
Just a little favor from a Father’s son who turned water to wine.
Seven years Jacob waited for Rachel, then her daddy said seven more.
Fourteen years blood, sweat, and tears, but she’s the only one that he’d die for.
And I ain’t asking for a similar situation, God knows I ain’t a patient man.
But if there’s one out there its kind of like I’m searching through the desert for a grain of sand… Do you hear me
Do you hear me calling out your name
For that one woman I’d give any kind of fortune or fame.
Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time
Just a little favor from a Father’s son who turned water to wine.
Now I ain’t trying to sound like no blasphemer but this here is my last plea.
You made a lame man walk, and a dumb man talk
My God, ain’t you got a woman for me
Do you hear me calling out your name
For that one woman I’d give any kind of fortune or fame.
Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time
Just a little favor from a Father’s son who turned water to wine.
Still Loud, Still Proud ©
I still like to drink my whiskey from a mason jar
I still like going fast in my hot rod car
I still like to hear some heavy metal music slamming down
I still like my country without the taint of that pop sound
Cause I’m still loud, and we’re still proud
Coming at you at a decibel of 102
Still loud, and we’re still proud
Come on everybody, how about you?
Oh, hell yeah
And I still like the feeling of a honky tonk girl
Blond hair and blue eyes let her rock my world
And I’m still a drinking, shouting, and straight-shooting son of a smoking gun
And me and my boys are still out for a little fun
Because we’re still loud, and we’re still proud
Coming at you at a decibel of 102
Still loud, and we’re still proud
Come on everybody, how about you?
Oh, yeah
And I’m still flying my St. Andrew’s Cross, I still ain’t got no style
We’re still rock and rolling, we’ll be doing that for a while
Still a good ol’ country boy, who still ain’t got no class
And if you ain’t down with that you can kiss our ass
Because we’re still loud, and we’re still proud
Coming at you at a decibel of 102
Still loud, and we’re still proud
Come on everybody, how about you?
Oh, yeah. That’s right. Oh, can you feel it baby?
Calling You Out ©
You won’t ever keep me down
You won’t bury me in the cold cursed ground
I’ll jump right up into your face
It’s time to put you back into your place
Because I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.
Get back...
You made a big mistake stepping into my way
And today is your day
It’s time to pack your bags, you’re through
Never gonna see anymore of you
Because I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.
Yeah...
Oh, what a sad waste you standing there
With tears streaming down your face
Now girl I know these trials are tough
Just tell me when you think you’ve had enough
Because I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.
Girl it’s time to make up your mind
Love me or leave it all behind
It’s time to hear my voice
Tell me now what is your choice?
Oh, well I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.
Never show your face, around here anymore
Dark Haired Woman ©
Dark haired woman with the blue green eyes
Black leather boots up to her thighs
She’s got a walk that’d make a grown man cry
But before this night is done, I’m gonna make her mine
Dark haired woman
Dark haired woman
There’s just something about you that I want
And I know that I need
All my boys say she’s nothing but a tease
That’s all-right cause she’s never met me
Walked up behind her and said, “hey there pretty lady”
I bet there’s no part of you I can’t please
Dark haired woman
Dark haired woman
There’s just something about you that I want
And I know that I need
Ignoring me and I used all my best lines
Then out of the store she came with two bottles of wine
There was satin and leather and silk so fine
Then she cut her eyes at me and I was hypnotized
Dark haired woman
Dark haired woman
There’s just something about you that I want
And I know that I need
Whiskey Wagon ©
Drinking on a bottle of whiskey, it’s just about half gone
Why don’t you understand baby I ain’t doing nothing wrong?
Honey won’t you take a break and get out of my face
I’m going down to the package store and picking up another case
On this lonely... ride...
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line
Stumbling in and out of this same old bar
With these crossroads in my life
Hell, I can’t believe I made it this far
Now honey don’t you pay attention to my drunken ambition
Take my hand and understand with all these flaws I’m still your man.
Ride...
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line
Me and my buddy Jack Daniels are playing a show
This bar’s going to be rocking tonight or don’t you know?
Thinking about the taste of whiskey, I’m sure all my boys will miss me
Mixing in that Maker’s Mark like tonight we’re rocking the trailer park.
Ride...
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line
All the people out in the crowd they’re starting to sing
Whiskey wagon’s rolling on let’s do this thing
On this lonely ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a... ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a... ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line
Where’s that bottle of whiskey?
By Any Other Name ©
I once knew a man who traded his balls in
For a pair of brass knuckles and a woman who’d never love him
Sold out all his friends, slighted them with an evil grin
Twisted that jagged knife on their backs ever deeper in
Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name
Well, just a little story, one white lie
Blew it all to hell and back again with no reason why
Well, heavy hangs the head that last night wore the crown
But why’d you have to go and bring the rest of us down?
Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name
Well, you wore out your welcome in too many homes
Probably just die alone, dusts to bones
Well, there you go again, bite off more than you can chew
A pile of shit by any other name
Would be you
Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name
Long Nights ©
Well it sure has been a long week of work and I feel like I’ve been running behind
But the weekend’s here and I’ve been thinking yeah, something’s been on my mind
And I know where to get it, gotta go on down to my favorite bar in this small town
But when I got there don’t you know it was a shame
Cause nobody wanted to know my name
Long nights, hot beers and cold, cold women
Don’t you know sometimes that’s the way it goes?
You give ‘em your best lines, tell ‘em your best lies
Always ends with a no
My beer is getting warm, my bed is looking cold
And to think of all I’ve been giving
To these long nights, hot beers, and cold, cold women
So I bought a shot of crown for a woman in a black gown but it went nowhere
Tried to kiss a blonde babe and she quickly turned away I got a mouthful of hair
Asked a girl to dance looking for some romance and I got shot down
Told this one knockout that I could make her shout she smacked me to the ground
Well its closing time, think I’ll have me one more
Then I’m taking myself right out that door
Long nights, hot beers and cold, cold women
Don’t you know sometimes that’s the way it goes?
You give ‘em your best lines, tell ‘em your best lies
Always ends with a no
My beer is getting warm, it’s time to lock and load
And to think of all I’ve been giving
To these long nights, hot beers, and cold, cold women
Long nights, hot beers and cold, cold women
Don’t you know sometimes that’s the way it goes?
You give ‘em your best lines, tell ‘em your best lies
Always ends with a no
My beer is getting warm, this gig is getting old
And to think of all I’ve been giving
To these long nights, hot beers, and…ah, hell with it boys,
Let’s just hit the strip club
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