Genuine: The Alan Jackson Story
Genuine: The Alan Jackson Story Tracks
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Blue Blooded Woman
(Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall, Roger Murrah)
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don’t see eye to eye but were hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a red neck man
The lady I love loves silk and satin
She was raised uptown with a silver spoon
Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson
We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don’t see eye to eye but were hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
She’s Saks Fifth Avenue perfection
Caviar and dignified
Well, I live my life in Wal-mart fashion
And I like my sushi southern fried
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don’t see eye to eye but were hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don’t see eye to eye but were hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
She’s a blue blooded woman, I’m a red neck man.
© 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Tom Collings Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. and Murrah Music (BMI) -
Here In The Real World
(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) -
Wanted
(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) -
Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
(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) -
I'd Love You All Over Again
(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) -
Don't Rock The Jukebox
(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) -
Someday
(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) -
Dallas
(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) -
Midnight In Montgomery
(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) -
Love's Got A Hold On You
(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 -
She's Got The Rhythm (And I Got The Blues)
(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) -
Tonight I Climbed The Wall
(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) -
Chattahoochee
(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
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
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
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
That's Right
© 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. By Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
Mercury Blues
(Robert L. Geddins, K.C. Douglas)
Well, if I had money
Tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, the girl I love
I stole her from a friend
He got lucky, stole her back again
She heard he had a Mercury
Lord, she’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I;m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, how now mama
You look so fine
Ridin’ round in your Mercury ‘49
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, my baby went out
She didn’t stay long
Bought herself a Mercury, come a cruisin’ home
She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Yeah, She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, if I had money
I tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
©1970 B-Flat Music / Tradition Music (BMI) -
(Who Says) You Can't Have It All
(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) -
Summertime Blues
(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) -
Gone Country
(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) -
Born Too Late
(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
I stare out the window at this long interstate
Backed up in traffic, I just sit here and wait
And dream of wide-open spaces, no fences or gates
But this is the 90’s, guess I was just born too late
The smog from the city, it sure burns my eyes
Sometimes I wonder just how we’ll survive
We keep runnin’ faster but are we losing the race
Well I guess I’m old fashioned, just born too late
Chorus:
Just born too late
For these modern days
I should have lived
Before microwaves
I’m like an endangered species
Just captured by fate
But I have no choice
I was just born too late
This built in computer tells me how far I’ve been
Another advancement of this age we live in
But it can’t change a scenery or help me escape
The constant reminder that I was just born too late
Chorus:
I was just born too late
For these modern days
I should have lived
Before microwaves
I’m like an endangered species
Just captured by fate
But I have no choice
I was just born too late
No I have no choice, I was just born too late
© 2015 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Sometimes You Win Music, LLC (ASCAP) Admin by Kobalt Music. All rights reserved. -
If Tears Could Talk
(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
I’ve watched you hide the pain too many times
Much too often you don’t say what’s in your heart
But you don’t have to say it’s over, I can see it in your eyes
Cause if tears could talk, you just said goodbye
Without a word, you took our picture from the wall
And your dresses from the closet down the hall
When I tried to talk it over, you just turned away and cried
But if tears could talk, you just said goodbye
And if mirrors spoke they’d tell me I’m a fool
For never loving you the way I wanted to
And if silence says it all I guess it means our love has died
And if tears could talk, you just said goodbye
And if mirrors spoke they’d tell me I’m a fool
For never loving you the way I wanted to
And if silence says it all I guess it means our love has died
And if tears could talk, you just said goodbye
Oh if tears could talk, you just said goodbye
© 2015 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP), Sometimes You Win Music, LLC (ASCAP) Admin by Kobalt Music. All rights reserved. -
Seven Bridges Road - LIVE
(Steve Young)
There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of thyme sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
© 1969 Irving Music, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission. Copyright renewed. -
Livin' On Love
(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) -
I Don't Even Know Your Name
(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) -
Tall, Tall Trees
(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) -
I'll Try
(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) -
Home
(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) -
Little Bitty
(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) -
Who's Cheatin' Who
(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) -
There Goes
(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) -
Between The Devil And Me
(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
Chorus
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) -
A House With No Curtains
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
We still wear our rings
We still say I love you
We both play the part
Oh so well
But everyone knows
It's just a sad show
And we're only foolin’ ourselves
It's like living in a house with no curtains
The whole world can see what's inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide
We could pack up and leave in different directions
If we just had somewhere to go
We just keep on pretending
Afraid of the ending
Admitting what everyone knows
Chorus
You can turn out the lights
In a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide
© 1993 WB Music Corp. / Sony/ ATV Tunes LLC, Mill Village Music (All rights o/b/b Sony/ ATV Tunes LLC, Mill Village adm. by Sony/ ATV Music Publishing) (ASCAP) -
I'll Go On Loving You
(Kieran Kane)
When I look into your soft green eyes
And when I see your delicate body
Revealed to me as you slip off your dress
I'm reminded what I feel for you
Will remain strong and true
Long after the pleasures of the flesh
and...
(Chorus)
I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you
I'll go on loving you
And be it the rain or the wind
Or the moon up in the sky
The spin of the earth
Or the change of the tides
I don't know what brought us together
What strange forces of nature
Conspire to construct the present from the past
but...
(Chorus)
When I look into your soft green eyes
And when I see your delicate body
Revealed to me as you slip off your dress
I'm reminded that what I feel for you
Will remain strong and true
Long after the pleasures of the flesh
and...
(Chorus)
©1998 Family Style Publishing.Glacier Park Music, a division of Moraine Music Group and Little Duck Publishing (SESAC) -
Right On The Money
(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) -
Gone Crazy
(Alan Jackson)
Here I am all alone again tonight
In this old empty house
It's hard to learn what you don't think you need
You can't live without
Never leave the sound of the telephone
But, ever since you left, I've been gone
(Chorus)
Gone carzy, goin' out of my mind
I've asked myself the reasons, At least least thousand times
Goin' up and down this hallway
Tryin' to leave the pain behind
Ever since you left, I've been gone
I never saw your face this many times
When you were really here
The things you said I never understood
Are now crystal clear
I never spent this much time at home
But, ever since you left, I've been gone
(Chorus)
©1998 WB Music Corp./Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) All rights adm. by WB Music Corp. -
Little Man
(Alan Jackson)
I remember walkin' round the court square sidewalks
Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
There's Johnson's hardware and Morgan's jewelry
And the ol' Lee King's Apothecary
They ware the little man
The little man
I go back now and the stores are all empty
Except for an old coke sign from 1950
Boarded up like they never existed
Or renovated and called historic districts
There goes the little man
There goes the little man
(Chorus)
Now the court square's just a set of streets
That the people go round but they seldom think
'Bout the little man that built this town
Before the big money shut'em down
And killed the little man
Oh, the little man
He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
And one cold rainy night, he fixed your flat
The new store came where you do it yourself
You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
Forget the little man
Forget about that little man
He hung on there for a few more years
But he couldn't sell slurpees and he wouldn't sell beer
Now the bank rents the station to a man down the road
And sell velvet Elvis and second-hand clothes
There goes little man
There goes another little man
(Chorus)
It wasn't long when I was a child
An old black man came with his mule and his plow
He broke the ground where we grew our garden
Back before we'd all forgotten
About the little man
The little man
Long live the little man
God bless the little man
©1998 WM Music Corp./Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) All rights adm. by WB Music Corp. -
Pop A Top
(Nat Stuckey)
(Chorus)
Pop a top again
I've just got time for one more round
Sit 'em up my friend
Then I'll be gone
And then you can let some other fool sit down
I'd like for you'd to listen to
A joke I heard today
From a woman who
Said she was through
And calmly walked away
I tried to smile
And did a while
But it felt so outta place
Did you ever hear of a clown with tearsdrops
Streammin' down his face
(Chorus)
Home for me is misery
And here I am wasting time
'Cause a row of fools
On a row of stools
Is not what's on my mind
But then you see
Her leaving me
Is not what I perfer
So it's either here just drinking beer
Or at home remembering her
(Chorus)
©1965 (renewed) Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI) All rights adm. by Sony ATV Music Publishing All rights reserved. -
The Blues Man
(Hank Williams)
He's just a singer,
A natural born guitar ringer
Kind of a clinger to sad old songs
He's not a walk-behinder,
He's a new note finder
His name's a reminder
Of a blues man that's already gone
So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his thinkin'
He was sure sinkin' when she came along
He was born in the spot light, not to much left in sight
She changed all that one night
When she sang him this song
Hey baby, I love you, Hey baby, I need you
Hey baby, you ain't got to prove to me
You're some kind of macho man
You've wasted so much of your life
Runnin' through the dark nights
Let me shine a little love light
Down on the blues man
He got so sick of speedin', all things they said he was needing
If he was to keep on pleasing all of his fans
He got cuffed on dirt roads, he got sued over no shows
She came and took that old load
Down off of that blues man, and he sang
Hey baby, I love you too
Hey baby, I need you
Hey baby, I do get tired of this travelin' band
I'm over 40 years old now, nights would be so cold now
If you hadn't stuck it out
With this blues man
He's over 40 years old now, nights would be so cold now
If she hadn't hung around
With that blues man
©1980 Bocephus Music, Inc. (BMI) (Granted by Dave Burgess Enterprises) Adm. obo of Bocephus Music Inc. -
It Must Be Love
(Bob McGill)
First I get cold, then hot
Think I'm on fire, but I'm not
Oh, what a pain I've got
It must be love
There's nothin' I can do
All that I want is you
Look what I'm goin' through
It must be love
(Chorus)
It must be love, it must be love
I fall like a sparrow, and fly like a dove
You must be the dream, I been dreamin' of
Oh what a feelin' it must be love
Something is wrong, alright
I think of you all night
Can't sleep 'til morning light
It must be love
Seeing you in my dreams
Holding you close to me
Oh, what else can it be
It must be love
(Chorus)
©1979 Universal-PolyGram International Publishing, Inc. / Ranger Bob Music (ASCAP) -
Wings
(Alan Jackson)
Once upon a time I was blind
Hiding from the truth and the lyin’
No one else could see it was clear to me
No way to live without dyin’
You wiped the pain from my eyes
Dried the tears that I cried
Chorus
And your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
I can fly high through the storms that life brings
I can do anything
Cause your love gave me wings
I was chained and more restrained
The tighter the world kept on squeezin’
With no one else trapped inside myself
My heart had laid up on a shelf bleedin’
But you loosened the binds
And untied my mind
Chorus
And your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
I can fly high through the storms that life brings
I can do anything
Cause your love gave me wings
Once upon a time I was blind
Hiding from the truth and the lyin’
With no one else trapped inside myself
My heart had laid up on a shelf bleedin’
Chorus
But your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
I can fly high through the storms that life brings
I can do anything
Cause your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
I can fly high through the storms that life brings
I can do anything
Cause your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
Gave me wings
Your love gave me wings
© 2015 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP). All rights reserved. -
Seguro Que Hell Yes
(Alex Harvey, Michael Blakey, John Arthur Martinez)
Dígame Luna que puedo pensar,
María so sexy, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
María, sangría es demasiado
I’m getting higher
Seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Maria querida, lets go for a ride in el Toro rojo
Seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Maria tu padre está very angry
Adelante, rojo, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Yo tengo esposa bonita, que linda, she makes good menudo
Seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
Seguro, seguro, seguro que hell yes
© Preshus Child Music (BMI). -
The Star-Spangled Banner
(Francis Scott Key, John Stafford Smith)
Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
PUBLIC DOMAIN -
Where I Come From
(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
© 2000 WB Music Corp./ Yee Haw Music (ASCAP). All rights admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission -
When Somebody Loves You
(Alan Jackson)
When your heart is all alone every second
Seems so long
When it's just you, you can't see through
Those ol' clouds that rain so blue
But when somebody loves you
There's nothing you can't do
When somebody loves you
It's easy to get through
When somebody loves you
The way I love you
When it's late, the sun hangs low
By yourself, nowhere to go
Sing a song, you dance alone
Play solitaire and stare at the phone
Chorus
So let's put aside our foolish pride
And let our hearts say hello
We both agree we're just no good
At bein' on our own
'Cause when somebody loves you
There's nothing you can't do
When somebody loves you
It's easy to get through
When somebody loves you
The way I love you
The way I love you
The way I love you
©2000 WB Music Corp./ Yee Haw Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission -
Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)
(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
©2001 EMI April Music, Inc. / Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. -
Drive (For Daddy Gene)
(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
©2001 EMI April Music, Inc./Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved, International copyright secured. Used by permission -
Work In Progress
(Alan Jackson)
Okay I forgot about the trash
I didn't trim the long hairs on my mustache
I did buy you a ring I believe it was back in '93
Alright I admit it I forgot our anniversary
But I did pick up the baby this morning at the nursery
That ain't no big thing it's a gold star for me
(Chorus)
You get tired and disgusted with me
When I can't be just what you want me to be
I still love you and I try real hard
I swear one day you'll have a brand new car
I even asked the Lord to try to help me
He looked down from heaven and said to tell you please
Just be patient I'm a work in progress
I'm sorry I got mad waiting in the truck
It seemed like hours you getting all dressed up
Just to go to Shoney's on a Wednesday night
I read that book you gave me about Mars and Venus
I think it's sinking in but probably need to reread it
But I'm starting to see now what you’ve been saying is right
Chorus
I know you meant well when you gave me those clogs
But my heels sure get hot down by the muffler on my hog
I'm sure they're stylish but I'll take my boots
I try to do that healthy thing like you want me to do
But that low fat, no fat's gettin' hard to chew
Now I love your cooking honey
But sometimes I need some real food
Chorus
Oh honey just be patient now
I'm a work in progress.
©2001 EMI April Music, Inc./Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm. by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission. -
That'd Be Alright
Mark D. Sanders, Tim Nichols, Tia Sillers (ASCAP/BMI)
If money grew on hackberry trees
If time wasn't such a luxury
If love was lovesick over me
That'd be alright
If I could keep the wind in my sails
Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail
A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail
That'd be alright.
(Chorus)
That'd be alright
That'd be alright
If everybody, everywhere
Had a lighter load to bear
And a little bigger piece of the pie
We'd be livin' us a pretty good life
And that'd be alright.
Go heavy on the good and light on the bad
A hair more happy and a shade less sad
Turn all that negative down just a tad
That'd be alright.
If my dear ol' dog never got old
If my family farm never got sold
If another bad joke never got told
That'd be alright.
Chorus
Repeat Chorus
That’d be alright
That'd be alright
That’d be alright
That'd be alright
That’d be alright
That'd be alright
Alright
That’d be alright
Alright
That'd be alright
That’d be alright
That'd be alright
©2001 EMI April Music, Inc./Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled by adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission. -
It's Five O'Clock Somewhere - with Jimmy Buffett
(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
©2003EMI April Music Inc. / Sea Gayle Music (ASCAP) All rights for Sea Gayle Music controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. ©203 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./ R. Joseph Publishing (BMI). All rights adm by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) All rights reserved. Used by permission -
Remember When
(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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Too Much Of A Good Thing
(Alan Jackson)
Smiles in the mornin’ as warm as sunshine
Kisses when I lay down at night
And two lovin’ arms to console me
I should be scared, it's so right
But too much of a good thing is a good thing
Feelings like this can't be wrong
And too much of a good thing is a good thing
And we got a good thing going on
You look in my eyes and see my thinkin’
I know when you're happy, when you're sad
Some would say it's too perfect
But I don't think what we have is so bad
‘Cause too much of a good thing is a good thing
Feelings like this can't be wrong
And too much of a good thing is a good thing
And we've got a good thing going on
We've got a good thing going on
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Monday Morning Church
Brent Baxter, Erin Enderlin (ASCAP)
You left your Bible on the dresser
so I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
And when I sit at your piano,
I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust but I can't close the lid
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper,
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
The preacher came by Sunday,
said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me
but I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithful man that you loved
is nowhere to be found
Since they took all that he believed
and laid it in the ground
Repeat Chorus
I still believe in Heaven
and I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your love, girl,
I don't have a prayer
Repeat Chorus
You left your Bible on the dresser,
so I put it in the drawer
©2004 Cowboy Chords Music (ASCAP) ©2004 World House Of Hits (ASCAP) All rights reserved. Used by permission. -
Like Red On A Rose
(Robert Lee Castleman, Melanie Castleman)
Like red on a rose
When your lips first smiled at me
I was captured instantly
To each his own
Like blue in the sky
The gaze of your willing eyes
Touched something deep inside
And the truth be known
That I love you
Like all little children love pennies
And I love you 'cause I know that
I can't do anything wrong
You're where I belong
Like red on a rose
And I love you like
Like all little children love pennies
And I love you like
Like good times of which
I've known many
And I love you cause
'Cause I know you give me
A heart of my own
You make my blood flow
Like red on a rose
©1994 Farm Use Only Music (BMI), Cassamel Music (ASCAP) -
A Woman's Love
(Alan Jackson)
I have felt it and I have held it
I have known a woman’s love
And I have tasted and I have wasted
A woman’s love
(Chorus)
And I know I’ll never understand
All the little things that make it grand
A woman’s love
And I know I’ll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
Of A woman’s love
Well I have kissed it, tried to resist it
I have missed a woman’s love
And I have hated, taken for granted
A woman’s love
(Chorus)
Well I have needed and I have pleaded
And I have lost a woman’s love
I have worshiped and I have cursed it
A woman’s love
(Chorus)
And I know I'll never come face to face
With anything that takes the place
of a women's love
©1998 WM Music Corp./Yee Haw Music (ASCAP) -
Small Town Southern Man
(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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Good Time
(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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Country Boy
(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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Sissy's Song
(Alan Jackson)
Why did she have to go
So young I just don't know why
Things happen half the time
Without reason without rhyme
Lovely, sweet young woman
Daughter, wife and mother
Makes no sense to me
I just have to believe
She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me
Loved ones she left behind
Just trying to survive
And understand the why
Feeling so lost inside
Anger shot straight at God
Then asking for His love
Empty with disbelief
Just hoping that maybe
Chorus
It's hard to say goodbye
Her picture in my mind
Will always be of times I'll cherish
And I won't cry 'cause
Chorus
Don't worry 'bout me
Don`t worry 'bout me
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As She's Walking Away - Zac Brown Band featuring Alan Jackso
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Love Is Hard
(Alan Jackson)
Love is hard
Hard to find
Hard to handle
And to give up when you know that it feels right
Yeah Love is hard
Hard to live with
Hard to deny
Or understand when you’re lonely late at night
Chorus:
You can blame it on the whiskey
You can blame it on the money
You can blame it on fate or time or the fact that she ain’t funny
You can blame it on her mama, on her daddy or her brother
But the fact is, bottom line, simple basic truth
Love is hard
To believe in
Hard to predict
To forget if you’ve ever seen it once
Yeah love is hard
Hard to hold onto
Hard to let go
Or tear down when you build one strong as steel
Chorus:
You can blame it on the whiskey
You can blame it on the money
You can blame it on fate or time or the fact that she ain’t funny
You can blame it on her mama, on her daddy or her brother
But the fact is, bottom line, simple basic truth
Love is hard
Love is hard
Hard to forgive
Hard to take another chance
When the last one didn’t last
Yeah love is hard
Hard everyday
Hard to spread like cold peanut butter on a slice of fresh white bread
Chorus:
You can blame it on the whiskey
You can blame it on the money
You can blame it on fate or time or the fact that she ain’t funny
You can blame it on her mama, on her daddy or her brother
But the fact is, bottom line, simple basic truth
Love is hard
Love is hard
Oh it’s so hard
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Ain't Just A Southern Thing
(Alan Jackson)
I left my home in Georgia
Took a dream and a dollar
Went looking for that fortune and fame
Well I found it up in Nashville
With the guitars and the fiddles
Started singing ‘cross the U.S. of A
I’d played my songs in Georgia
Way down there in Florida
Once or twice in New Orleans
But the sounds I was making
Didn’t know that I’d be taking them to places that’s so far and strange
But the people really dug it no matter where we strummed it
I felt that it would be ok
Cause I learned right away
It ain’t just a southern thang
Chorus:
Now I’ve played in Chicago and Western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Sante Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And Eastern Oklahoma
And a TV show out in LA
They got the hats and boots
And them country roots
No matter what state they claim
Yeah the facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thang, y’all
I’ve seen cowgirls a plenty
Up in New York City
Milwaukee and in Philly PA
They got the four wheel drives on that Minnesota ice
Just like they have in Alabam A
They’re dancing and they’re moving
To the lyrics and the music
From Maui up to Bangor Maine
Lord it may sound strange
But it ain’t just a southern thang
Chorus:
Yeah I’ve played up in Chicago and Western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Sante Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And Eastern Oklahoma
And a TV show out in LA
They got the hats and boots
And them country roots
No matter what state they claim
The facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thang
I’ve played that country music
On the land and the ocean
But people can’t say my name
Yeah the fact remains
It ain’t just a southern thang
Chorus:
Oh I’ve played up in Chicago and Western Colorado
And we kicked ‘em dead in Sante Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And Eastern Oklahoma
And a TV show out in LA
They got the hats and boots
And country roots
No matter what state they claim
The facts are plain
It ain’t just a southern thang
Oh it may sound strange
It ain’t just a southern thang
Yeah the fact remains
It ain’t just a southern thang, y’all
© 2007 EMI April Music Inc./Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and administered by EMI April Music Inc.