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She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn 18" She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules" Momma put the car in park out there in front of the school Then she kissed her head and said "I was just like you" [Chorus] You're gonna miss this You're gonna want this back You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast These are some good times So take a good look around You may not know it now But you're gonna miss this Before she knows it she's a brand new bride In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by He tells her "It's a nice place" She says "It'll do for now" Starts talking about babies and buying a house Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down" [Chorus] Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater Dog's barkin', phone's ringin' One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin' She keeps apologizin' He says "They don't bother me I've got 2 babies of my own One's 36, one's 23 Huh, it's hard to believe, but... [Chorus] You're gonna' miss this Yeah... You're gonna' miss this... |
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Turn it up son
Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right? So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again Aw she's pretty good now Here she comes, here she comes Left, left, left-right-left Hustlers shootin' eight ball Throwin' darts at the walls Feeling damn near 10 feet tall Here she comes Lord help us all Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that [Chorus] Honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on With that honky tonk badonkadonk, Aww, son Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that [Chorus] Aww, son Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band Our hands they start to shakin' when she gets the urge to dance Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch [Chorus] That honky tonk badonkadonk That's it right there boys That's why we do what we do It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory It ain't for the free whiskey It's for the badonkadonk |
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I never thought that this is where I'd settle down
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown They gave me this plot of land Me and some other men, for a job well-done There's a big white house Sits on a hill just up the road The man inside He cried the day they brought me home They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad We're proud of your son [Chorus] And I'm proud to be On this peaceful piece of property I'm on sacred ground And I'm in the best of company I'm thankful for those thankful For the things I've done I can rest in peace I'm one of the chosen ones I made it to Arlington I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight We searched all day To find out where my grand-dad lay When we finally found that cross He said, "Son this is what it costs To keep us free" Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him He recognized me on the first day I came in And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels And saluted me [Chorus] And every time I hear twenty-one guns I know they brought another hero home to us We're thankful for those thankful For the things we've done We can rest in peace 'Cause we are the chosen ones We made it to Arlington Yeah, dust to dust Don't cry for us We made it to Arlington |
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I met a guy on the red eye
He spotted my guitar And said what do you do? I said, I sing for a living, Country music mixed with A little rock and a little blues He said I'm sorry But I've never been crazy 'Bout that twang and trains and hillbilly thing What ever made you want to sing stuff like that? I just looked at him and laughed and said 'Cause it's songs about me And who I am Songs about loving and living And good hearted women and family and God Yeah they're all just Songs about me Songs about me So I offered him tickets I said you'll see what I mean If you show up tonight He said I doubt you'll change my opinion I'll be kind of busy, but hey man, I'll try Then later on when we finished our songs About scars and cars and broken hearts I saw him, he was standing there Right next to the stage And he shouted Man you were right It was like you sang those Songs about me And who I am Songs about loving and living And good hearted women and family and God Yeah they're all just Songs about me Songs about me So I'll just keep on singing 'Til I hear the whole world singing those Songs about me And who I am Songs about loving and living And good hearted women and family and God Yeah they're all just Songs about me Songs about me |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-11-27 16:46:52
Subject : Trace Adkins - You're gonna miss this
