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| 1. |
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After driving all night Daddy stopped the car
Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home" From that Oldsmobile all I could see Was an ocean of fields out in front of me It just rolled on, on and on Daddy crossed the fence and he knelt down Filled his hands with rich farmland and said "This is good ground" I had it all underneath my feet There was room to grow - there was time to breathe And dreams stretched high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me - where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground Mama had me diggin' in her flower bed There it was an arrowhead And all I wanted to be, was Cherokee Seasons change and childhood goes I laid down my homemade bow for a brown-eyed girl She changed my world I learned to drive so we could ride around We made the sweetest memories in it On good ground I had it all underneath my feet There was room to grow - there was time to breathe And dreams stretched high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground I drove all night then I stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home It's been too long" Crossed that fence and I knelt down Said, "Everybody gather 'round Hold out your hands, this is good ground" You've got it all underneath your feet There's room to grow - there's time to breathe And dreams stretch high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground |
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| 2. |
| 4:28 |
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My Dearest Son, it's almost June
I hope this letter Catches up with you and finds u well It's been dry but they're callin' for rain And everything's the same ol' in Johnsonville Your stubborn ol' daddy ain't said to much But I'm sure you know he sends his love And she goes on, In a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain't scared in our boots And our boots ain't muddy And they all laugh like there's womething funny 'bout the way I talk, when mama sends her best ya'll I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on Letters from home My dearest love, it's almost dawn I've been layin' here all night Long, Wonderin' where u might be I saw your mama and I showed her the ring Man on the Television said Something So I couldn't sleep But iIll be alright, I'm just missin' you And this is me kissin' you X's and O's In a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy And they all laugh 'cause she calls me honey But they take it hard, 'cause I don't read the good parts I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me Drivin' on, waitn' on Letters from home Dear son, I know I ain't written And sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen It occurs to me I might not have said it, so I'll say it now Son, You make me proud I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy But no one laughs 'cause ain't nothin' Funny when a soldier cries, and I just wipe my eyes I fold it up and put in my shirt get back to work And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on, Letters from home |
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| 3:25 |
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Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V
They're talking bout war They're talking bout peace Talking bout you talking bout me The way we ought to act the way we ought to be They talk about stars and the latest syles They don't talk about much that seem worthwile meanwhile. Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from the world and whatever other stuff is Going on and start to working on A little heart to heart mouth to mouth Thats what I'm talking about All of our neighbors and most of our friends They talk about Tiger who's out and who's in American Idol and who's gonna win They talk about politics with their own little spin Let'em have their opinions, let'em speak their minds Let'em talk about the weather cause come rain or shine Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from the world and whatever other stuff is Going on and start to working on A little heart to heart mouth to mouth Thats what I'm talking about |
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| 3:22 |
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Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt
I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak tree leaves cheered Oh, look at me now all grown up looking back again Sitting here wondering where the time all went What do I know now that I didn't know then Not much Oh, look at me know, On the fifty-first floor looking down on it all With my name on the door and degree on the wall Yeah, Look at me now I did everything right, but I got it all wrong Heaven please forgive me for taking so long You see, all that I've done it doesn't matter at all It's what I leave here when I'm gone Oh, look at me now Where is that young boy I used to be Who was never afraid of anything Now I'm watching that clock catch up with me And it's frightening I did everything right, but I got it all wrong Heaven please forgive me for taking so long You see, all that I've done it doesn't matter at all It's what I leave here when I'm gone Oh, Look at me now All grown up looking back again Sitting here wondering where the time all went What do I know now that I didn't know then Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak trees cheered |
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| 4:27 |
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Flat tire on the interstate;
Too many nights of workin' too late. Had a run in with an old memory. No, it ain't been the best of weeks. But it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere. Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to. And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band, And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors: Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer. Yeah, it does, yeah. Bring all your debts and all your bills; Load up your mountains and your molehills. Come as you ain't or as you are, An' don't forget that broken heart, Oh, it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere. Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to. And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band, An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors: Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer. Yee haw, oh, yeah. Bring all those stories you can share. Just like the peanuts and the pretzels on the table there. Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere, And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors: Yeah, troubles come, but they go... Good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere, Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to. And they go hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band, An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors. Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere, Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to. And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this ten-piece band, An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors: Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer. Pass me them peanuts brother. Shhhhhhh. |
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| 6. |
| 3:38 |
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He really liked flanel with red over-alls
If you look in his closet it was all that you saw He dressed up on Sunday and thought he look neat In a green leasure suit with wing tips on his feet And I was 15 and real hip with long hair and I asked momma why is daddy so square and I couldn't belive all that he didn't know I guess it's hard to be kool when your 40 years old The night i turned 20 she came with the news Scared half to death and didn't know what to do I told her I'm sorry but it's not to late there's a docter I heard of that fixes mastakes I though he was workin' and I was alone But he was stang behind me when I hug up the phone He said son there's a few thing you don't know about Ff you listen real close we can figure this out cus I was 18 and as wild as it came when one night A young girl told me the samething and you wouldn't be here If she haden't said no you see it's hard to be cool when you'r 20 years old These day's I like flanel and old leive jeans And I look at my young boy who just turned 15 and I know what he's thinking But's it ok to know because it's hard to be cool When your 15 years old |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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Well I was just a kid maybe 2 or 3,
Had a bad nightmare scared the life outa me, Momma came in to calm my fears, When nothing she could do to would stop those tears, She carried me down the stairs To that living room and sat down in that chair, And it rocked, It made me feel better, Dont know why but it really doesnt matter, It rocked, Thats all I know, Something about the rythm of it soothed my soul, And thats a feeling that i never forgot, And it rocked I was 17 and I fell for this girl, As far as I could tell she was my only world, I was confused about life, In the dark about love, I heard alot of stories but I didnt know much, We took a drive down to the river one night, She told me when to stop then she kissed me just right, And it rocked, It made me feel better, Dont know why but it really doesnt matter, It rocked, Thats all I know, Something about the rythm of it soothed my soul, That old chevy had brand new shocks, But it rocked After graduation I was workin odd jobs, changed a lot of oil in my uncles garage, Some friend of mine they were startin up a band, I would sing for free so I was their man, We were'nt that good and we seldom got paid, But everbody knew when we took the stage, It rocked, It made us feel better, Dont know why but it really doesnt matter, It rocked, Thats all I know, Something about the rythm of it soothed our soul, And thats a feeling that we never forgot, And it rocked |
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| 3:58 |
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I said I know a shrimp-boat captain out of Galveston
I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work a spell Oh you never can tell, it might suit me fine Spend some time out on the bay But then there's always cowboy work in Colorado I was thinkin' that that just might be the thing Make a little pocket change, I figure what the heck Ain't nothin' standin' in my way Then she smiled at me Looked awhile at me And that changes everything That's a whole 'nother deal That puts a brand new spin On this ol' rollin' wheel That's some powerful stuff That's a girl in love And that's the one thing That changes everything Well I suppose on second thought this ol' town ain't so bad Wouldn't hurt me to unload this load of mine And there's a for sale sign on a little house I saw just about a mile or so from here But I've always been the kind for pullin' up stakes I ain't ever been like me to put down roots But now I'm thinkin', shoot, who am I kiddin' I ain't going anywhere 'Cause when she smiles at me Looks awhile at me |
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| 9. |
| 2:53 |
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It's been handed down for generations
From my grandpa to my dad on to me All my life I've been shackled to a bottle I never knew what it was like to be free It's time to break this chain that's been holdin' me down Leave it layin' on the ground It's time to make a change, I've caused enough pain Lord, won't you help me break this chain I give you thanks for givin' me a reason And a wife with forgiveness in her smile Oh I want these two hands to be rock steady As she's handin' me our newborn baby child It's time to break this chain that's been holdin' me down Leave it layin' on the ground It's time to make a change, I've caused enough pain Lord, won't you help me break this chain It's time to make a change, I'm tired of this pain Lord, won't you help me break this chain You made the sunshine and the rain And you can wash away this pain |
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| 3:48 |
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C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers
C'mon Baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don't worry about what your mama told ya Don't worry about what your friends might say Slide over here, lemme kiss and hold you Time for you to come out and play C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight I got a batch of margaritas, a jacuzzi in the back Clapton on the radio, how about that We could build a fire, yeah we could go nuts Dancing all around 'til the sun comes up I know a place between here and heaven We could cut loose and come undone Ain't nothin' wrong with a little livin' The day is gone but the night's still young C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight I got a batch of margaritas, a jacuzzi in the back Clapton on the radio, how about that We could build a fire, yeah we could go nuts Dancing all around 'til the sun comes up This can be our little secret |
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