34 Number Ones / The Essential Alan Jackson
34 Number Ones / The Essential Alan Jackson Tracks
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Ring of Fire
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(Alan Jackson, Mark Irwin)
Cowboys don’t cry, and heroes don’t die
Good always wins, again and again
Love is a sweet dream that always comes true
Oh, if life were like the movies, Id never be blue
Chorus
But here in the real world
Its not that easy at all
cause when hearts get broken
Its real tears that fall
And darlin’ its sad but true
But the one thing I’ve learned from you
Is how the boy don’t always get the girl
Here in the real world
I gave you my love, but that wasn’t enough
To hold your heart when times got rough
And tonight on that silver screen
It’ll end like it should
Two lovers will make it through
Like I hoped we would
Repeat
Repeat chorus
No, the boy don’t always get the girl
Here in the real world
© 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Ten Ten Tunes (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Charlie Craig)
Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me
I need to place an ad with you today
No ma’am, tomorrow may be too late
Id like to have it started right away
What’s that, no this is personal
I’m not buying or selling anything
Yes ma’am, I know just what to say
I wrote it down, this is how it should read
Wanted one good-hearted woman
To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved
Wanted just one chance to tell her
How much he stills loves her
He can’t be sorry enough
What’s that, no that’s all I want to say
I just hope these few lines will get to her
Yes ma’am, she means everything
And I hope she comes back when she reads these words
Chorus
Wanted
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rockin’ in the cradle
To the cryin’ of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
Taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries ‘cause she never thought
I’d ever really take it this far
Singin’ in the bars
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
All I’ve ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
An atlas and a coffee cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killin’ me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd’s into it
Lord it makes this thing I’m doing seem right
Standin’ in the spotlight
Chorus
Daddy’s got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said “Son I just now we’re gonna hear you singin’ on it someday”
I made it up to Music Row
But Lordy don’t the wheels turn slow
Still I wouldn’t trade a minute
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Just show me to the stage
Chorus
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / SBK April Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
Has it been ten years
Since we said “I do”
I’ve always heard marriage made one seem like two
But you’re looking better than you did back then
You still make this old heart give in
And if I had it to do all over
I’d do it all over again
If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
I’d love you all over again
The preacher man said “Til death do us part”
That seemed like forever to a young man’s heart
Now the days seem much shorter
The longer we love
And the memories just keep adding up
Chorus
If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
I’d love you all over again
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Roger Murrah, Keith Stegall)
Don’t rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones cause
My heart ain’t ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don’t feel like rockin’
Since my baby’s gone
So don’t rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
Before you drop that quarter
Keep one thing in mind
You got a heartbroke hillbilly
Standing here in line
I’ve been down and lonely
Ever since she left
Before you punch that number
Could I make one request
Chorus
I ain’t got nothin’
Against rock and roll
But when your heart’s been broken
You need a song that’s slow
There ain’t nothing like a steel guitar
To drown a memory
Before you spend your money baby
Play a song for me
Chorus
Don’t rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Murrah Music (adm. by Murrah Music Corp.), Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson/ Jim McBride)
She looked me in the eye and said it’s over
I can’t take this heartache anymore
She said don’t tell me lies and try to please me
I’ve heard it all so many times before
I took her by the arm and said don’t leave me
There’s nothin’ in this world I wouldn’t do
Just give me time I’ll be the man you’ve needed
She said I wish that I could take that for the truth
And I said someday
I’ll get my life straight
And she said it’s too late
What’s done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can’t wait
Cause sometimes someday just never comes
She said all I’ve ever wanted was to love you
And somewhere deep inside me I still do
But now I think its time I stopped believin’
Cause I’m never gonna see a change in you
And I said someday
I’ll get my life straight
And she said it’s too late
What’s done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can’t wait
Cause sometimes someday just never comes
Sometimes someday just never comes
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seveth Son Music, Inc. / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall)
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
She made leaving me look easy
I wish she’d made it look a little harder
I took her out of Texas
When she was just a girl
But old Tennessee and me
Couldn’t take Texas out of her
On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she’d be here with me
Then nothin’ else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
By now she’s leaving Memphis
And everything we had behind her
Lord I hope the gold band on her hand
Will serve as a reminder
That true love is a treasure
That’s very seldom found
But you can’t stay together if there’s no common ground
On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she’d be here with me
Then nothin’ else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
Oh if Dallas was in Tennessee
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)
Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road
I was on my way to mobile for a big New Years Eve show
I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town
Put my collar up, I found his name and felt the wind die down
And a drunken man in a cowboy suit took me by surprise
Wearing shiny boots, a nude suit and haunting haunted eyes
He said friend it’s good to see you, it’s nice to know you care
Then the wind picked up and he was gone or was he ever really there
It’s midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind its right you’ll hear his song
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He’s always singing there
I climbed back on my eagle
Took one last look around
Through red taillights
A shadow moved slow across the ground
Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by
And I could hear that whistle moaning
I’m so lonesome I could cry
It’s midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind its right, you’ll hear his songs
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He’s always singing there
He’s always singing there
Hank’s always singing there
©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Keith Stegall/ Carson Chamberlain)
I called my doctor on the telephone
Help me Doc, there’s something wrong
I can’t shake it it’s gone too far
He said, tell me what your symptoms are
I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
I can’t eat and I can’t sleep
It’s turning me every way but loose
He said it sounds like love’s got a hold on you
No doubt love’s got a hold on you
I told my buddies I was settlin’ down
No more of this running ‘round
They looked at me like I was a fool
And said, come on tell us what’s wrong with you
Chorus
Well I tossed and turned til the morning light
Holding my pillow hanging on for life
There ain’t nothing I can do
They said it sounds like love’s got a hold on you
Sounds like love’s got a hold on you
© 1991 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Just Cuts Music (BMI), adm. by Patti Hurt -
(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
This old bar stools feeling higher
As a started sinkin’ lower
The minute that she waltzed right through that door
Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her
Now she's with somebody new out on that floor
She's got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
She's showin’ me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin’ me I’m over you
She's got the rhythm and I got the blues
Well that music's gettin' louder
As my heart keeps beatin' faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Well I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need them
Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize
Chorus
She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
She’s showin’ me how much I had to lose
Wither her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
With her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Sometimes You Win Music, adm. by All Nations Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
Our room was filled with silence
I guess we’d said it all
I don’t know when Id seen our bedroom
So long I can’t recall
Wed built this thing between us
I’m not sure what the cause
So I swallowed all my pride
And tonight I climbed the wall
Makin’ love is so much sweeter
When you love the one you hold
After all these years of holdin’ her
You’d think by now I’d know
Now as we lie here together
All our troubles seem so small
Just these satin sheets between us
Cause tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
And took her by the hand
We’d come too far to fall
Couldn’t stand to see it end
So tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
© 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a Friday night
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking ‘bout cars and dreamin’ bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willing but she wasn’t ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home
Chorus
Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
© 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. By Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride0
A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head
There’s one lonely pillow on my double bed
I’ve got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you can’t have it all
My rooms decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I’ve got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you can’t have it all
I’ve got everything a broken heart needs
I’m doing fine don’t you worry ‘bout me
‘Cause I’m lord and master
Of a fools Taj Mahal
Who says you cant have it all
Chorus
Oh who says you can’t have it all
©1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. by Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart)
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
©1958 (Renewed) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin’ on love
She don’t care 'bout what’s in style
She just likes the way he smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin’ on love
Livin’ on love, buyin’ on time
Without somebody nothing ain’t worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin’ on love
It sounds simple that’s what you're thinkin'
But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
It doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
Two old people without a thing
Children gone but still they sing
Side by side in that front porch swing
Livin’ on love
He can’t see anymore
And she can barely sweep the floor
Hand in hand they'll walk through that door
Just livin’ on love
Chorus
No it doesn’t take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(Bob McDill)
She's been playin' in a room on the Strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
And she only ages
She's been readin' about Nashville and all the records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try to her hand
Says this might be my last chance
She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene’s dead, but he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
He says I don’t believe in money, but a man could make him a killin'
'Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan
I hear down there it's changed you see
They're not as backward as they used to be
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes
Well, he commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up, and the pop scene just ain't on the rally
And he says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days this ain't no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long
Be back in the money in no time at all'
Chorus
Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh back to his roots
He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country
© 1994 PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Ranger Bob Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loftin)
Well I was sittin’ in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wipin’ off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee but I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
So I ordered straight tequila a little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember I heard myself say
I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name
Chorus
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said where the heel am I and just who the hell are you
She said I was your waitress and our last name's now the same
Cause I’m married to you baby and I don't even know your name
Yeah I'm married to a waitress I don't even know her name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name
©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
(George Jones, Roger Miller)
If you wanna drive a big limousine
I'll buy the longest one you've ever seen
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna own a great big mansion
Well I'll give it my utmost attention
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Well I'm a fool over you
It may take a while but I'll prove it's true
Well if it's lovin' you want well I've got it
If it's money you want the I'll get it
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna take a trip across the ocean
I'll travel anywhere you take a notion
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
If you wanna own a great mansion
Well I'll give it my utmost attention
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Hey I'm a fool over you
It may take a while but I'll prove it's true
Well if it's lovin' you want then I've got it
If it's money you want well I'll get it
I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
Yeah I'm a fool, fool, fool for you
© 1957 (renewed) Trio Music Co., Inc. / Fort Knox Music (BMI) -
Look At Me
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(Alan Jackson)
Here we are
Talkin' bout forever
Both know damn well
It's not easy together
We've both felt love
We've both felt pain
I'll take the sunshine
Over the rain
And I'll try
To love only you
And I'll try
My best to be true
Oh darlin', I'll try
So I'm not scared
It's worth a chance to me
Take my hand
Let's face eternity
Well I can't tell you
That I'll never change
But I can swear
That in every way
Chorus
I'm not perfect
Just another man
But I will give you
All that I am
Chorus
I'll try
To be true to you
I'll try
I'll try
To always love you
I'll try
©1995 WB Music Corp.,Yee Haw Music , Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago
Her maiden name was musick when she met that jackson boy
They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name
But they believed the one you vowed to love
Should always stay that same
On the land his daddy gave them a foundation under way
For a love to last forever or until their dying day
They built a bond that’s strong enough to stand the test of time
And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind
And they made their house from a tool shed, grandaddy rolled down on two logs
And they built walls all around it and they made that house a home
They taught us bout good living
They taught is right and wrong
Lord there’ll never be another place in this world
That Ill call home
My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me
She found her strength with faith in God and love of family
She never had a social life, home was all she knew
Except the time she took a job to play a bill or two
My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired
He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had
He never made the front page but he did the best he could
And folks drove their cars from miles around
To let him look underneath the hood
Chorus
No there’ll never be another place in this world that I’ll call home
© Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sun Music, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Tom T. Hall)
Have a little love on a little honeymoon
You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
Little bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
Little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
A little bitty baby in a little bitty gown
It'll grow up in a little bitty town
Big yellow bus and little bitty books
It all started with a little bitty look
Chorus
You know you got a job and a little bitty check
Six pack of beer and television set
Little bitty world goes around and around
Little bit of silence and a little bit of sound
A good ole boy and a pretty little girl
Start all over in a little bitty world
A little bitty plan and a little bitty dream
It's all part of a little bitty scheme
Chorus
©1996 Hallnote Music (BMI) -
(Jerry Hayes)
Everywhere you look you can write a book
On the trouble of a woman and a man
But you can not impose you can't stick your nose
Into something that you don't understand
But still you wonder
Who's cheatin' who, who's being true
Who don't even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Who's doing right with someone tonight
And who's car is parked next door
I thought I knew her well I really couldn't tell
That she had another lover on her mind
You see it felt so right when she held me tight
How could I be so blind
Chorus
A heart is on the line each and every time
Love is stolen in the shadows of the night
Though it's wrong all along it keeps going on
As long as you keep in out of sight
Chorus
©1980 Songs of PolyGram International, Inc., EMI Algee Music Corp. (BMI) -
(Alan Jackson)
There you were standin' in the shadows
Well I just looked where
I don't see
I'm still pretendin’ I don't need you
I won't let you know you're killin’ me
Like some big black widow spider
You know just how to catch your prey
I'm actin’ like it doesn't matter
And you sneak up from
Behind and whisper my name
There goes your paralyzin’ eyes
There goes your tantalizin’ smile
There goes my act of playin’ it cool
And there go the words
I meant to say
There go the games
I wanted to play
There goes my heart fallin’ for you
Well I think you're playin’ with me darlin’
You like to see what you can do
Well I should be fishin’ for Blue Marlin
Instead of bein’ hooked again by you
Chorus
Yeah there goes your paralyzin’ eyes
There goes your tantalizin’ smile
There goes my heart fallin’ for you
There goes my heart fallin’ for you
© 1996 WB Music Corp., Yee Haw Music (All rights o/b/o Yee Haw Music adm. by WB Music Corp.) (ASCAP) -
(Harley Allen, Carson Chamberlain)
This world can take you by the hand
And tempt the soul of any man
But you can choose your path
There's two roads you can take
One way is right and one is wrong
The flesh is weak but love is strong
And she's all I see
Between the devil and me
The gates of hell swing open
Wide invitin' me to stop inside
I'll be your friend he calls
Again, I know it's him
The flames are spreadin’ everywhere
But through the smoke
I see her there
She's all I see
Between the devil and me
I hold her in my arms tonight
So safe and warm I close my eyes
And a cool breeze blows
'Cross our bodies in the dark
Outside her reach is my concern
Somewhere I know a fire burns
And she's all I see
Between the devil and me
Chrorus
The gates of hell swing open
Wide invitin' me to step inside
She's all I see
Between the devil and me
© 1996 Coburn Music, Inc. (Adm. by Ten Ten Music Group, Inc.) Songs of PolyGram International Inc. Colt-N-Twins Music (BMI) -
(Charlie Black, Phil Vassar)
Let's begin with the day I met her
And how fast this good ole boy's world got better
The sky got bluer, the grass got greener
Just the first few seconds after
I'd first seen her
Like my favorite song on a new set of speakers
My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers
A home run pitch floatin' right down the middle
The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle
(Chorus)
v She's right on the money
She goes directly to my heart
And when it comes to lovin' me
She's everything I need, bull's-eye perfect
Oh, She's right on the money
She's no red lights
When I've overslept
She's a three point jump shot
That's nothing but net
A hand full of aces, the dealer's done dealin'
And I'm forever on a roll, that's how she's got me feeling
(Chorus)
She's the best cook that's ever melted cheese
I ain't much around the house, but I aim to please
There's absolutely no reason to doubt her
When she says I wouldn't last ten minutes without her She's
(Chorus)
©1998 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Flybridge Tunes (BMI) / EMI April Music Inc., Phil Vassar Music (ASCAP) -
It Must Be Love
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(Alan Jackson)
Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son
Just where do you come from
I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was south of Detroit City
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger-lickin'
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
How'd I like my biscuit
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama fixed it
'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks ma'am, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano
'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
The CB rang for a bobtail rig
That's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren't you from out in Tulsa
No, but you might have seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa
Where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sitting
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin' to make a livin'
Tryin' to make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
Get back down there sometime
Where I come from
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(Alan Jackson)
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin' on some stage in L.A.
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin' against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out with pride for the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died just doin' what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters
(Chorus)
I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day
Teachin' a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her
Did you dust off that Bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
And thank God you had somebody to love
[Chorus x2]
And the greatest is love
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day
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(Alan Jackson)
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton shortbed ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can’t replace the way it made me feel
And I would press that clutch
And I would keep it right
And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile and say
It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
A young girl two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy let me drive
When daddy let me drive
Oh he let me drive
Daddy let me drive
It's just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
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em>(Jim “Moose” Brown/ Don Rollins (ASCAP/BMI)
The sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I.
Work day passes like molasses in the wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by the hour, and older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him something,
I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
Well this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
And half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
Hey, but that's alright
I ain't had a day off now in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone’s for me you can tell 'em
I just sailed away
Chorus
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
But at a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Buffet do?
He’d Say
Chorus
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(Alan Jackson)
Remember when I was young and so were you
And time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
Remember when
Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk
Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life thru curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when
Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
We came together, fell apart
And broke each other’s hearts
Remember when
Remember when the sound of little feet was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back he love, we found trust
Vowed we’d never give it up
Remember when
Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookin’ back, it’s just a steppin’ stone
To where we are,
Where we’ve been
Said we’d do it all again
Remember when
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won’t be sad, we’ll be glad
For all the life we had
And we’ll remember when
Remember when
Remember when
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(Alan Jackson)
Born the middle son of a farmer
And a small town Southern man
Like his daddy's daddy before him
Brought up workin' on the land
Fell in love with a small town woman
And they married up and settled down
Natural way of life if you're lucky
For a small town Southern man
First there came four pretty daughters
For this small town Southern man
Then a few years later came another
A boy, he wasn't planned
Seven people livin' all together
In a house built with his own hands
Little words with love and understandin'
From a small town Southern man
Chorus:
And he bowed his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
(He) was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones he'll leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
(Raised on the ways and gentle kindness)
(Of a small town Southern man)
Callous hands told the story
For this small town Southern man
He gave it all to keep it all together
And keep his family on his land
Like his daddy, years wore out his body
Made it hard just to walk and stand
You can break the back
But you can't break the spirit
Of a small town Southern man
(Repeat Chorus)
Finally death came callin'
For this small town Southern man
He said it's alright 'cause I see angels
And they got me by the hand
Don't you cry, and don't you worry
I'm blessed, and I know I am
'Cause God has a place in Heaven
For a small town Southern man
(Repeat Chorus)
Raised on the ways and gently kindness
Of a small town southern man
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(Alan Jackson)
Work, work all week long
Punchin’ that clock dusk till dawn.
Counting the days ‘til Friday night
That’s when all the conditions are right.
For a good time
I need a good time.
Yeah I’ve been working all week
And I’m tired and I don’t wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It’s time for a good time
I cashed my check, cleaned my truck
Put on my hat, forgot about work
Sun going down, head across town
Pick up my baby and turn it around
Good time,
Oh, I need a good time
Chorus
Pig in the ground, beer on ice
Just like ole Hank taught us about
Singing along, Bocephus songs
Rowdy friends all night long
Good time
Lord, we’re having a good time,
Chorus
Whew
Heel to toe do-si-do
Scootin’ our boots, swingin’ doors
B & D Kix and Dunn
Honkin’ tonk heaven, Double shotgun
Good time,
Lord, we’re having a good time
Chorus
Shot of Tequila, beer on tap
Sweet southern woman set on my lap
G with an O, O with a D
T with an I , M and an E
Good time
Good time
Chorus
A Shot of Tequila.
Beer on tap.
A good looking woman.
To set on my lap.
A G with an O, an O with a D
A T with an I an M with an E
That spells good time
A good time
Chorus
Twelve o’clock, two o’clock three o’clock four
Five o’clock we know were that’s gonna go
Closin’ the door, shuttin’ em down
Head for that Waffle House way across town
A Good time
Repeat Chorus x3
Oh we need a good time
I need a good time
Yeah a good time
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(Alan Jackson)
Excuse me ma’am, I saw you walkin’
I turned around, I’m not a stalker
Where you going? Maybe I can help you
My tank is full, and I’d be obliged to take you
‘Cause I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I’ll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where you need to go
’cause I’m a country boy
You sure look good, sittin’ in my right seat
Buckle up, I’ll take you through the five speeds
Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
In the woods or right uptown
Repeat Chorus
Big 35’s whinin’ on the asphalt
Grabbin’ mud, and slingin’ up some red dirt
’cause I’m a country boy
My muffler’s loud, dual Thrush tubes
I crank the music, the tone gets real good
Let me know when we’re gettin’ close
You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road
Repeat Chorus
Bucket seats, soft as baby’s new butt
Lockin’ hubs, that’ll take you through a deep rut
Repeat chorus x2
Yeah, I'm a country boy,
Oh, I'm just a country boy,
A nice little country boy.
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As She's Walking Away