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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Fin'lly got over that song of ours; stopped chasin' little red sports cars,
To check the license plates an' I quit drivin' by your place. Back makin' the rounds at our old haunts Honky Tonks, restaurants. An' seein' some of our old friends it feels good to dance again. An' I can fin'lly smell your perfume an' not look around the room for you. An' I can walk right by your picture in a frame an' not feel a thing. But when I hear your name, I feel rain fallin' right out of the blue sky. An' it's the fifth of May, an' I'm right there starin' in your eyes. An' nothin's changed, an' we're still same. An' I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss, An' I'm hangin' on to every word rollin' off of your lips An' that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place, Everytime I hear your name. Got someone special in my life everyone thinks she'd make a great wife. Dad says he thinks she's the one reminds him of Mom when she was young, But it's way too soon to be talkin 'bout rings; don't wanna rush into anything. She's getting over someone too, kinda like me an' you. An' she talks about him every once in a while, an' I just nod my head an' smile, 'Cause I know exactly what she's goin' through yeah, I've been there too. An' when the conversation turns to you, I get caught in a "you were the only one for me", Kinda thought, an' your face is all that I see. I know I can't go back when I still go back. An' there we are, parked down by the riverside, An' I'm in your arms about to make love for the first time, An' that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place, Every time I hear your name. So I'm thinkin' 'bout the words I left unsaid. (Every time I hear your name.) Stop tryin' the change the things I can't change. (Every time I hear your name.) In my heart I know you're gone, but in my head, I feel rain fallin' right out of the blue sky. An' it's the fifth of May, an' I'm right there starin' in your eyes. That's all it takes, an' I'm in that place. An' there we are, parked down by the riverside, An' I'm in your arms about to make love for the first time. An' I can't explain, but I'm in that place, Every time I hear your name. Every time I hear your name. (Every time I hear your name.) Oh, oh, oh, oh. (Every time I hear your name.) Ah ah. Every time I hear your name. |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
From town to town an' job to job
Livin' in cars an' parkin' lots A good hot meal an' a place to sleep Are things you miss, when you're chasin' dreams Playin' in bars for tips in a jar Middle of nowhere, county fairs Talent shows, rodeos Any old stage with a microphone For a chance to sing, I'd do anything An' it feels like I've lost everything I just gotta believe it's down that road somewhere Guess I'll know when I get there, yeah Callin' cards an' old pay phones Momma cries, "When you comin' home? Do you need any money? Are you sure? Are you eatin' well? Are you goin' to church?" "GAC, CMT We still ain't seen you on TV We keep turnin' on that radio Still wantin' to hear them songs you wrote" "Dad wants to know all the stars you met Do you ever see Dolly? Are you famous yet?" I just say,"Momma, keep me in your prayers And I'll know when I get there" I don't know if it's worth it And I don't know if I'm good enough All I know is I'm givin' it all I got And I'll know when I get there From town to town an' job to job Livin' in cars an' parkin' lots A good hot meal an' a place to sleep Are things you miss when you're chasin' dreams It's hard to tell just where you're at When you're lookin' for somethin' that ain't on a map I just gotta believe it's down that road somewhere And I'll know when I get there I'll know when I get there I'll know when I get there Yeah, when I get there (I'll know when I get there) From town to town and job to job Livin' in cars an' parkin' lots Yeah, ooo ooo I'll know when I get there Get there (Ooo ooh) Get there I'll know when I get there Get there (Ooo ooo) Get there (I'll know when I get there) From town to town, an' job to job Good hot meal an' a place to sleep (I'll know when I get there) When I get there |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Come on baby
The alarm goes off and I smell the morning coffee I hear your shower running, here goes another day So I get up, pull back the shower curtain, Climb on in baby, let it rain Yeah, I got a million things to do and I know you do too Call your boss, I'll call mine, got some lovin' that's overdue Follow me, take my hand, the bed's still warm Leave this busy world outside and get lazy with your love Lazy with your love Let's take all day, we're in no rush You're amazing when we touch, You drive me crazy When I get lazy with your love The sunlight through the window dances on your skin, My fingers memorize your body and I fall in love again You look deep inside of me and I realize That everything I'll ever need is in your eyes And I get lazy with your love Let's take all day, we're in no rush You're amazing when we touch You drive me crazy when I get lazy with your love And I get lazy with your love Let's take all day we're in no rush You're amazing when we touch You drive me crazy When I get crazy with your love And I get lazy. Oh yeah. |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Hey baby whatcha doin this evenin'
Can you meet me down at the railroad tracks I got Tom Petty playin' in my Silvarado And I iced down a six pack Hey Daisy don't you worry bout your momma Like 007 we can keep it covert Undercover on the ground by the water Gonna get a little peace on earth Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers Got a spot way back in the woods Sneak away for a couple of hours You and me baby pickin' wildflowers Hey baby mother nature is waiting and Love's bloomin' like a cherry tree that's I'll buzz around maybe do some pollinate Yeah, dive in like honeybees Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers Got a spot way back in the woods Sneak away for a couple of hours You and me baby Pickin' wildflowers Take a trail ride if you know what I mean Hey baby won't you come with me Whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers Got a spot way back in the woods Sneak away for a couple of hours Spend a little time pickin' wildflowers Whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers Got a spot way back in the woods Sneak away for a couple of hours You and me baby you and me baby A pickin' wildflowers Whatcha say we go Whatcha say we go Whatcha say we go Whatcha say we go Pickin' wildflowers, pickin' wildflowers |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Well, I heard that you met somebody,
An' I heard that the wedding was nice. Well, it happened kinda sudden, Hey, but true love doesn't have to think about them kinda things twice. Now you got your man an' right on your hand is that 2.2 Marquis. Now for me, it looks like Plan B. Well, I won't say the news didn't shock me, That it didn't kinda take me by surprise, 'Cause you'd headed out west to find yourself, An' you found yourself some guy. Now you'd always said that we'd be wed by the time you were twenty-three. Now for me, it looks like Plan B. Well, I gotta be strong, I gotta be tough, Gotta believe that I'm man enough, To chalk it all up to "it never was meant to be". Yeah, it's gonna be hard but I've gotta begin, To dust off my dreams an' dream 'em again, 'Cause I've gotta crazy to think you still love me... (Ahhh.) So that means just me and old Plan B. Well, at first I thought: "Hell, it doesn't matter. "I'd give it a year at best." But then somebody told me you were startin' to show, An' they had to let out your weddin' dress. Hell, man I can hear that door slam from LA all the way to Big D, Leavin' me with ol' Plan B, yeah. Well, I gotta be strong, I gotta be tough, Gotta believe that I'm man enough, To chalk it all up to "it never was meant to be". Yeah, it's gonna be hard but I've gotta begin, To dust off my dreams an' dream 'em again, 'Cause I gotta crazy to think you still love me... (Ahhh.) So that means just me and old Plan B. Yeah, that means it's just me an' ol' Plan B. Plan B. Oh, Goodbye. Plan B. Oh yeah, yeah. |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Same Saturday night, same ol' crowd
Draggin' Main to the Safeway then turn back around 'Til curfew and then head down to the river's edge and get drunk Ain't nothing new what else you gonna do out in Podunk Well I knew this six-string was my ticket out No flashin' red light was gonna slow me down 18 years old everything that I owned in the back of that truck I put a dip in my mouth and I headed straight out outta Podunk 1st Chorus: Goodgye, daddy looked me in the eye said go where you gotta go But don't forget to call home And momma cried keep Jesus in your life and I hugged her one last time And then I headed down the roadin a dusty cloud of smoke Out of Podunk Bridge: A lot of years gone by showin' on my face Nothing in this life that time hasn't changed I chased a lot of dreams and some of them came true Ain't it funny how the very place I ran from is the place I'm runnin' to Another Saturday night singin' to the same ol' crowd Still playin this six-string but things are different nowI met one Of those girls turn your whole world around girls And wouldn't you know it We got our eyes on a house 'bout a hundred miles south Out in Podunk Goodbye, her daddy looked me in the eye And said go where you gotta go son but don't forget to call home And her momma cried said keep Jesus in your life and we hugged her one last time Then we headed down the road to start a family of our own Out in Podunk Goodbye, her daddy looked me in the eye And said go where you gotta go son but don't forget to call home And her momma cried said keep Jesus in your life and we hugged her one last time Then we headed down the road to start a family of our own Out in Podunk Goodbye, her daddy looked me in the eye And said go where you gotta go son but don't forget to call home And her momma cried said keep Jesus in your life and we hugged her one last time Then we headed down the road to start a family of our own Out in Podunk |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Red lipstick on my blue collar.
An' her number in Maybelline black eye liner. Written on a napkin in my back pocket. She found it right there right before she washed it. Well, I started back-steppin', stumblin', stutterin', Tellin' her where I'd been an' how she was just a friend. She said: ""You know I know that ain't the truth, ""But if that's the story you're stickin' to."" Well, you can stick it where the sun don't shine, Gonna take her advice an' hitch me a ride. We'll drive back to that waterin' hole, Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold... Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.) Under that neon light. Gonna take my sorry behind, An stick it where the sun don't shine. Have me a good time. Got a call from Woodrow. ""Hey, bro, you're wardrobe's throwed all over the lawn."" ""There's a lot of black smoke comin' from your bass boat, ""An' your ol' lady's cussin' an' a-carryin' on."" So I told Woodrow: ""Put her on the cell 'phone."" He said: ""I can't bro, she's got me in a choke hold. ""Doin' that tie, bro, I think she broke my elbow."" ""Hello? Woodrow? Hello? ""Oh, is that you, baby? Do what?"" She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."" Gonna take her advice an' stay all night. Sit back down at this waterin' hole, Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold... Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.) Under that neon light. Gonna take my sorry behind, An stick it where the sun don't shine. An' have me a good time. She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."" Gonna take her advice an' stay all night. Sit back down at this waterin' hole, Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold... Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.) Under that neon light. Gonna take my sorry behind, An stick it where the sun don't shine. An' have me a good time. (She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."") (I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.) Stick it where the sun don't shine. (Sit back down at this waterin' hole,) (Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold...) Hey, bartender, want you to pour me another one, An' make it real strong. (She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."") (I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.) I bet ol' Woodrow should be here any minute now. He's gonna need one too. (Sit back down at this waterin' hole,) (Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold...) Ah hell, just bring me the whole bottle, Looks like I'm gonna be here a while. (She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."") (I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.) There's Woodrow now. Oh, damn man, that looks bad. (Sit back down at this waterin' hole,) (Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold...) Whoo! Your elbow supposed to bend that way? (She said: ""Stick it where the sun don't shine."") (I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.) Hey brother, did you get all my clothes? I might need a place to stay to stay for a while. (Sit back down at this waterin' hole,) (Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold...) She's damn tough, ain't she? Stick it where the sun don't shine, Yeah. |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
My brother's got a black an' white picture
With numbers 'cross his chest An' he'll do 15 years if his behavior stays at it's best He took the blame to save his best friends name When a job that went bad down in Birmingham Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man Two cells down from where my brother lays his head The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold But The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king You don't even own a home You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet Stripped of his pride He was crucified On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands But he rose from the grave in 3 days Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man They don't make the man They don't make the man They don't make the man Woo... Yeah... Whoa, don't make the man Don't make the man, yeah Ohh... Yeah-eahh... |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Yeah...
How 'bout a little fiddle? That sounds good Cut of Wranglers an' bikini's on the Rarrow(?) Bridge Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again When the sun is settin' we head down to the beer barn Grab a couple keggers then we roll out to the farm Where's the band now? Park our pick-ups in a circle Let the tailgates down Laugh while everybody's gettin' drunk as Cooter Brown Crankin' everything from Brooks & Dunn to Areosmith Out here in the country that's the way we get our kicks Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll We like to pick our guitars with the neighbors all night long Sip on Granny's moonshine as we sing Bocephus songs Listen to ol' Grandad preach about Red, White, An' Blue An' how he kicked Hitler's ass in 1942 Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Old dogs An' watermelon wine Does us just fine Little pink houses An' I walk the line It doesn't take much Ta' have ourselves a good time Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the kind of music You can feel down in your soul Give us Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll Yeah... Give Three Chord Country... And American Rock & Roll... Tell me now... Does fortworth ever cross your mind, now darling I'm wanted dead or alive... |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
You should see her every mornin'
In my faded flannel shirt Wearing her big bear slippers She's so sexy that it hurts And when I take her to the city You should see her turning heads They have never see nothin' so pretty She can't help but knock 'em dead, yeah yeah She got a kiss, that burns me down She got a touch, that makes me come unwound She got a smile, that knocks me to the ground My baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around Wrap around wrap around Wrap around wrap around She's the perfect combination of ginger and maryann Down home sofistication Ain't no lines in her tan Sometimes she likes to hear sonatra Sometimes seseta But if you crank the cookeratch She'll dance, she'll dance until you drop She got a kiss, that burns me down She got a touch, that makes me come unwound She got a smile, that knocks me to the ground My baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around, yeah Oh I don't think I'll ever Never made anything better She got a kiss, that burns me down She got a touch, that makes me come unwound She got a smile, that knocked me to the ground My baby's got the kinda love She got a kiss, that burns me down She got a touch, that makes me come unwound She got a smile, that knocks me to the ground My baby got the kinda love a man Ya know my baby got the kinda love a man Yeah my baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around That I can wrap around Wrap around wrap around Wrap around wrap around Wrap around wrap around Wrap around wrap around Yeah yeah Wrap around wrap around. |
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from Keith Anderson - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll (2005)
Well, mama was exhausted
After she had me It took two nurses to hold me One nurse to slap me Doctor turned to mama And shook his head Wiped the sweat off his brow And then he said "This boy is way off the charts As far as I can tell Ooh, brrr, mama he's a double XL" By the second grade I was five foot two Fifth grade, I was wearin' A size-twelve shoe Eighth grade, I was shoppin' At The Big And Tall And the coaches had me playin' High school football Uncle Roy said, "Boy you'll make the NFL Ooh brrr son, you're a double XL [Chorus:] Double XL, double XL Don't call me on the phone Just ring my dinner bell Double XL, double XL I'm a lean, mean love machine That likes to be held Ooh brrr baby, I'm a double XL Here we go County cuties in Texas String bikinis in Florida Barbie dolls drivin Lexus' out in California A skinny, little pretty boy Ain't what they wanna hold They want a real man With meat on his bones I'll yank their Yankees Ring their southern bells They say, "Ooh brrr We love a double XL" [Chorus x2] Well if you have any doubts Come see for yourself Why all the girls love a double XL Ooh brrr, yeah I'm a double XL Yeah, oh whoa Triple XL too |