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We got winners,
We got losers, Chain-smokers and boozers, We got yuppies, We got bikers, We got thirsty hitch-hikers, And the girls next store dress-up like movie stars. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. We got cowboys, We got truckers, Broken-hearted fools and suckers, And we got hustlers, We got fighters, Early-birds and all-nighters, And the veterans talk about their battle scars. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. I love this bar, It's my kind of place, Just walkin through the front door, Puts a big smile on my face, It ain't too far, Come as your are. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. I've seen short skirts, We've got high-techs, Blue-collared boys and rednecks, And we got lovers, Lots of lookers, I've even seen dancing girls and hookers. And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. (Yes I do) Toby: I like my truck. Crowd: I like my truck. Toby: And I like my girlfriend. Crowd: I like my girlfriend. Toby: I like to take her out to dinner, I like a movie now and then. But I love this bar, It's my kind of place, Just toein around the dance floor, Puts a big smile on my face, No cover charge, Come as you are. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I love this bar. Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, I just love this old bar. |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring A little tatoo somewhere in between She only shows to me Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right And when bar tender says for the lady what's it gonna be? I tell him man ... [Chorus] She ain't into wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in taquilla She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain She's my little whiskey Girl My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Baby got a '69 mustang four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care Blue bandana tied all up in her hair Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radieo [Chorus x2] Whoa she's my little whiskey girl my raggid-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Yeah, I like 'em rough I liek 'em rough |
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| 3. |
| 4:23 |
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I'm just trying to be a father,
Raise a daughter and a son, Be a lover to their mother, Everything to everyone. Up and at 'em bright and early, I'm all in my business suit, Yeah, I'm dressed for success from my head down to my boots, I don't do it for money, there's still bills that I can't pay, I don't do it for the glory, I just do it anyway, Providing for our future's my responsibility, Yeah I'm real good under pressure, being all that I can be, And I can't call in sick on Mondays when the weekends been to strong, I just work straight through the holidays, And sometimes all night long. You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf growls at the door, Hey, I'm solid, hey I'm steady, hey I'm true down to the core, And I will always do my duty, no matter what the price, I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrafice, Oh, and I don't want to die for you, But if dyin's asked of me, I'll bear that cross with an honor, 'Cause freedom don't come free. I'm an american soldier, an american, Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand, When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right, I'm out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight. American soldier, I'm an American, An American, An American Soldier |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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If i was Jesus
I'd have some real long hair A robe and some sandals, is exactly what I'd wear I'd be the guy at the party turning water into wine Yea me and my disciples, we'd have a real good time Oooh and I'd lay my life down for you Yeah, I'd show you who's the boss I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hagin' on your cross If I was Jesus I'd have some friends that were poor I'd run around with the wrong crowd Man I'd never be bored Then I'd heal me a blind man Get myself crucified By politicians and preachers, who got something to hide Oooh and I'd lay my life down for you Yeah, I'd show you who's the boss I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hangin' on your cross If I was Jesus If I was Jesus I'd come back from the dead And I'd walk on some water Just to mess with your head I know your dark little secrets I'd look you right in the fac And tell you I love you With amasing grace Oooh and I'd lay my life down for you Yeah, I'd show you who's the boss I'd forgive you and adore you While I was hangin' on your cross If I was Jesus If I was Jesus |
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| 5. |
| 5:23 |
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Ain't got no tricks up my sleeve
Ain't got no reason to believe I've been looking for a sign Love shouldn't be so hard to find I've been sleeping on your couch Just been layin' here alone. I've been doing without Oh, you've been doing me wrong Nothing left here to decide I think it's time for me to ride ... [Chorus] Put my bike out on the highway Feel that wind all in my face Breathe some air that tastes like freedom Yeah, let that be my saving grace Sombody loved, somebody lied I believe it's time for me to ride Should've known right from the start I couldn't tame your faithless heart I could see the writing on the wall I've never been the kind to crawl Girl you're never satisfied I believe it's time for me to ride [Chorus x2] Somebody loved, somebody lied I believe it's time for me to ride |
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| 3:06 |
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She came through the front door lookin' fast as a big train
Bookin' down the line And she was lookin' fine Long and lean and dressed to kill Stacked up high with perfect wheels and there ain't no chance, that girl would ever dance with me She got all those city boys pushin' and shovin' A counrty boy like me don't ever get no uptown lovin' She's Sweet, she's got 'em melting in her hand Whoever gets a taste of that cup of sugar Sure is a lucky man She's sweet, tellin you boys She's babelicious, I can't reach that Georgia peach But she sure looks delicious I had nothing else to do So I threw down two more shots of booze And it made me strong I strapped my courage on I said 'would you like a drink? 'By chance, no what I mean is would you like to dance with me? Please.' in my best southern ease It got hot on the dance floor when she whispered in my ear 'I think I found my county boy, let's get out of here.' I said 'sweet'. I'm melting in her hand I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar Y'all looking at the lucky man I said 'sweet' mmm boys she's babelicious That Georgia peach is now in my reach And don't she look delicious? Look here now, she's sweet I'm melting in her hand I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar Y'all looing at the lucky man She's sweet, mmm boys she's babelicious That Georgia peach is now in my reach And don't she look delicious? She's sweet. |
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| 3:47 |
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[chorus]
Don't leave, I think I love you I just saw the rest of my life, honey you're in it Won't you hear what I say, give me a minute Don't leave, I think I love you I know you think I'm crazy, And you probably should I wouldn't make this up, I couldn't dream this good Now baby Don't tell me that I missed my chance I haven't heard last call, would you like to dance? I've been sitting here waiting on you all night Why don't you give me that old good-to-go green light Am I coming on strong, baby movin' kinda fast I'm rushing along but at least I gotta ask I couldn't live with myself if you got away I'm a love sick puppy, baby what do you say? [chorus] It's late and been a long night, you're tired I know Aw, don't break my heart, baby please don't go It Ain't the shikey talkin', ain't this neon light You see I've fallen stone-cold in love at first sight Gonna cut to the chase, baby get right to it I got a lot to say and a short time to do it Aw, Don't walk away honey I'm just trying to Aw ... listen to me talkin', I'm a babblin' fool [chorus] Really baby, don't leave I think I love you I know you think I'm crazy, and you probably should I wouldn't make this up, I couldn't dream this good |
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| 3:59 |
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Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers Had a rockin' little three-piece band Yeah we wrote a lot of songs about women Then we tried to sing 'em pretty for the girls Pushin' everythin' we did to the limit Livin' right out on the edge of the world. I recall on summer night at a party We were sophomores hangin' out by the lake I got off on some wine with a waitress Sonny had a girlfriend that just couldn't wait JB hooked up around midnight With an ugly girl from up in the city He downed every can of beer in the cooler Just tryin' to drink that poor thing pretty. Hey me and the boys we made a lot of noise And we, sang all our songs for free We partied through college, acquired some knowledge Never did get a degree We did it our way lookin' back on the good days There's still not a lot I regret Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget. I grew up and got married, took a job with the FPL Sonny's got a good life, a baby and a good wife And everyday he carries the mail JB is a cross-country trucker And he called last night from South Carolina He said I fallen in love with a waitress That I met at a Waffle House diner. He said the years seem to roll on faster Than they did back when we were kids Then we need us a break from the grindstone That's exactly what we did. We put in a phone call to Sonny Then we stayed out all night long We drank a few cold ones, then told a few old ones And sang another verse to the song. Yeah we were boys who made a lot of noise And we, sang all our songs for free We |
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| 9. |
| 4:23 |
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I saw her turn her head
In a drop-dead gaze She was peekin' out over the top Of those wire-rim shades Now it wasn't my charm And it wasn't my grin That had that little secretary Dialed right in She wasn't lookin' at me, man she was lookin' at my feet [Chorus] It's these twenty-two hundred And twenty-five dollar Pair o' handmade genuine fine Horned-back kicks With a seven-row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah they're made to fit and they're hard to find Make a pretty woman look down each time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard They were made by a little man Down in El Paso I was passin' though town Singin' at the rodeo He said 'they cost a little more But for what it's worth There ain't another pair like 'em on god's green earth' Then I handed him my money And he sized me up [Chorus] I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song Make me wanna tuck my britches leg's inside 'em Lets take a stroll [Chorus] They're the baddest boots on the boulevard Look here girl Yeah, they're bad alright |
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| 4:02 |
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Tell it like it is
He gets up real early on his morning drive Down to the office for his 9 to 5 He drives a '94 twotone economy car Loves to tell the local bands down at the bar That he's the critic Yea, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band He couldn't march in time He tried to write a song once But he couldn't make it rhyme He learned two or three chords On a pawn shop guitar He just never quite had what it took to be a star So he's a critic I work for The Gazette man I got a real job He did a five star column on a band you've never heard He did a bluegrass review without an unkind word He thought it was time to ask his boss for a raise His boss said 'I can't even tell if anybody is even reading your page' Yea So he thought, and he thought a little more He caught a young hot star headed into town And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down Here come the letters, the emails, the faxes They raised him to 20,000 dollars after taxes He's a happy critic Yea, he's rollin' in the dough Man I could do this forever, this is easy They are all reading my column Please don't tell my mom That I write the music column for The Gazette She still thinks that I play piano down at the cathouse Let's get funky with this now boys Play it on Come on Shannon There's old Biff jumpin' in Glenn's laying it down Come on Shannon My man Steve Man my fingers are getting tired Y'all gonna have to hurry here This snappin' thing's wearin' me out There's old Shannon I guess he was on a coffee break They're gonna love you 'Cause they already love me Yea, it's the critic |
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| 4:01 |
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I'm just a middle-aged, middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I got a little 2 bedroom cave here in North Afghanistan Things used to be real cool and they got out of hand when they moved in They call themselves the Taliban (ooooo yeah the taliban) (taliban baby) Now I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers her from ear to ear She loves the desert and the hot white sand But man she's just like me, nah she can't stand The Taliban (ooo taliban baby) You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride Camel Ride My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side We should do just fine down in Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair adieu and flip the finger to the Taliban I Know where you comeing from brother, This is a patriotic love song,so y'all feel free to salute if ya want to, i give ya permission. Now they attacked New York City cause they thought they could win Said they would, stand and fight until the very bloody end Mr Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran and said "Now, you sons of bitches you better not be doin any business with the taliban" So we prayed to Allah with all of our might And then those big U.S. jets came flyin one night They dropped little bombs all over our holy land And man you should have seen em run like rabbits, they ran You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride Camel Ride My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side We should do real fine down around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair audo and flip a couple fingers to the Taliban we'll bid a fair adieu and give a big boner to The Taliban (the Taliban) |
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| 4:04 |
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I always heard that his her was top shelf
Lord I just could not wait to find out for myself. Well don't knock it till you've tried it. And I've tried it my friend. I'll never smoke Weed with willie again! Now we learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town He fired up a fat boy and he passed it around The last words I spoke before they tucked me in I may discount Bungee jump but, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again. [Chorus] I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over beofer it begins You can't pour me some old whiskey River my friend. But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again We hopped on his old bus the Honeysuckel Rose The party was Huntsville, but it was after the show Alone in the front lounge, just me and him I took one friendly puff and the grim creeper set in [Chorus] Now we're passin' the guitar, we're tellin' good jokes I can tell one's a comin' 'cause I'm smellin' smoke No I do not partake I just let it pass by With a grin on my face and a great contact high [Chorus] In the fetal position with drool on my chin We broke down and smoked weed with Willie again |
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