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Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson


Background information
Birth name Alan Eugene Jackson
Born October 17, 1958
Origin Newnan, Georgia USA
Genre(s) Country
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Arista Nashville Records
Associated acts George Strait
Keith Stegall
The Wrights
Randy Travis
George Canyon
Website Website



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Alan Jackson Album


A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love) (10/09/1992)
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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
Got a little crazy but we never got caught

Chorus

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 willin' but she wasn't ready
So I settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
I dropped her off early but I didn't go home

(Chorus)

(First and Second Verses)


. . .


(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)

This old bar stool's feelin' higher 
'Cause I've 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 

(Chorus)

And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues 
And 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've 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 'em 
'Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize 

(Chorus) 

Yeah with her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you 

. . .


(Alan Jackson)

Our room was filled with silence 
I guess we'd said it all
I don't know when I'd seen our bedroom
So long I can't recall

We built this thing between us
I'm not sure what's the cause
So I swallowed all my pride 
And tonight I climbed the wall

(Chorus)
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

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

(Chorus)
Tonight I climbed the wall

. . .


(Toni Dae/Joy Swines)

I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk til half past three
But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on me
She's a hundred proof, Lord she's smooth
She makes me moan all night long
So I don't need the booze to get a buzz on

I've tried It all from Tennessee Whiskey
To Ozark Mountain Moonshine
But it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine
Mr Southern Comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So I don't need booze to get a buzz on

My little country girl makes my head whirl and my knees begin to shake
No I can't walk no chalk line I ain't a talking or a thinking straight
I'm hooked on my baby's love there ain't nothing in a jug this strong
And I don't need the booze to get a buzz on

I've tried It all from Tennessee Whiskey
To Ozark Mountain Moonshine
Bu it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine
Mr Southern Comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So I don't need booze to get a buzz on

I wear a Blue Ribbon grin every now and then
But I don't need that to get stoned
I don't need the booze to get a buzz on


. . .


(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)

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 cant have it all

My room's 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 cant have it all

I've got everything a broken heart needs
I'm doing fine don't you worry about me
Cause I'm lord and master
Of a fools Taj Mahal
Who says you cant have it all


. . .


(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson)

You told me you don't love me when you walked out the door
I stood there feelin lonely, then the tears began to pour
What else could I do, I'd never felt like that before
So I cried an ol blue river i the middle of the floor

Now I'm up to my ears in tears
I'm cryin night and day since you went away
The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear
That water's cold and clear, I'm drownin for you dear
Up to my ears in tears

Well I found some old love letters you wrote me years ago
But the words all ran together when the tears began to flow
Cause you left that water runnin, now it's got nowhere to go
If I can't wash away your memory guess I'll just go under slow

Now I'm up to my ears in tears
I'm cryin night and day since you went away
The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear
That water's cold and clear, I'm drownin for you dear
Up to my ears in tears

The water's cold and clear
I'm drowning for you, dear

. . .


(Charlie Craig/Alan Jackson) 

I thought some time in the sun
Would help me get over you 
But I could tell from day one
This is a place meant for two

Now here I sit on the beach 
Watching the tide ebb and flow 
I booked my room for a week 
But now I'm ready to go

I'm in a tropical depression
I've got the blue water blues
Can't shake this loving you obsession
Can't stand this sand in my shoes
This forgetting you vacation 
Is just a fool's holiday
If I can't get over you
This tropical depression's gonna
Blow me away

This should be paradise
Heaven down by the sea without you here by my side
It feels like hell to me

CHORUS

If I can't get over you
This tropical depression's gonna
Blow me away

If I can't get over you
This tropical depression's gonna

. . .


(Jack Turner/Tim Nichols)

I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen
I remember my mama raisin cane with me
She said, "Son tell me why you want to ride that thing"
She didn't know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen

I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too

I always wore my hair just a little too long
Daddy didn't like it and he made no bones
If I'd have gotten it cut like he wanted me to
She wouldn't have had nothin left to run her fingers through

I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too

I remember ridin around with my buddies back home
Listenin to some country on the radio
When they tried to change the startion to some rock n roll
I'd turn the Opry up just as loud as it would go

I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like country music
She likes it too
I like country music
She likes it too

I got my own reasons
Why I do what I do
I know what I like
She likes it too
I know what I like
She likes it too

Yeah I know what I like

. . .


(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)

I guess it's just not my day
The wind blew my morning paper away
Then I cut my toe oin a sliver of glass
From the stormdoor you broke when you left here so fast

If it ain't one thing it's you
If you've heard that I'm goin crazy
It's true
The wheels seem to fall off whatever I do
If it ain't one thing
It's you

I rented that movie you hate
But that old VCR just chewed up the tape
Then I went to the freezer thought I'd cook me a steak
All I found was that old piece of our wedding cake

If it ain't one thing it's you
If you've heard that I'm goin crazy
It's true
The wheels seem to fall off whatever I do
If it ain't one thing
It's you

But I never knew that I needed you so
But now that I've lost you, I can't let you go

If it ain't one thing it's you
If you've heard that I'm goin crazy
It's true
The wheels seem to fall off whatever I do
If it ain't one thing
It's you

Oh if it ain't one thing

. . .


(Robert L Geddins/KC 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 hey 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
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 me a Mercury or two
Crazy bout a Mercury
I'm gonna buy me a Mercury

. . .


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