Blake Shelton Album

(Rivers Rutherford/Boyd Houston Robert/George Teren)

Yeah!

I hit the ground runnin' with the mornin' sun.
When a job needs doin', I get it done.
I show up early an' I go home late.
Everybody knows I pull my weight.

'Cause I don't mind doin',
A little heavy liftin'.
I'm always givin',
My everything.
Even when I'm hurtin',
I keep on workin'.
And as long as I'm still alive an' kickin',
I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin'.

Well, baby, I hurt, he done me wrong.
The goin' got tough an' got gone.
Well, he ain't here an' I ain't him.
An' even if the walls come fallin' in.

You know I don't mind doin',
A little heavy liftin'.
I'm always givin',
My everything.
Even when I'm hurtin',
I keep on workin'.
And as long as I'm still alive an' kickin',
I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin'.
Yeah.

Baby, when your heart is achin',
Lean on me, my back ain't breakin'.
All I'm sayin' is:

I don't mind doin',
A little heavy liftin'.
I'm always givin',
My everything.
Even when I'm hurtin',
I keep on workin'.
And as long as I'm still alive an' kickin',
I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin'.

Honey, I ain't quittin',
I'm always givin',
My everything.

Yeah.

As long as I'm still alive an' kickin',
I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin'.
Yeah.

(Harley Allen/Michael White)

My brother said that I
was rotten to the core.
I was the youngest child,
so I got by with more.

I guess she was tired by
the time I came along.
She'd laugh until she cried,
I could do no wrong.
She would always save me, 
because I was her baby.

I worked a factory in Ohio, 
a shrimp boat in the Bayou,
I drove a truck in Birmingham.
Turned 21 in Cincinnati,
I called home to mom and daddy,
I said "Your boy is now a man."
She said "I don't care if you're 80, 
you'll always be my baby."

She loved that photograph, 
of our whole family.
She'd always point us out, 
for all her friends to see.

That's Greg he's doing great, 
he really loves his job.
And Ronnie with his 2 kids, 
how 'bout that wife he's got.
And that one's kinda crazy, 
but that one is my baby.

I got a call in Alabama, 
said come on home to Louisianna 
and come as fast as you can fly.
Cause your momma really needs you, 
and says she's got to see you, 
she might not make it through the night.
The whole way I drove 80 
so she could see her baby.

She looked like she was sleepin' 
and my family had been weepin' 
by the time that I got to her side.
And I knew that she'd been taken, 
and my heart it was breakin', 
I never got to say goodbye.

I softly kissed that lady 
and cried just like a baby.

(Jeff Stevens/Kenny West)

The sun has opened up my eyes
And I don't wanna leave your side
For that lonesome road but here I go
Climbing back behind the wheel
Of fifty feet of chrome and steel
And a load they need in Chicago
Through the middle of the night unknown
I'm on a ride that won't let me go

I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
'Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

Sometimes late at night
I see your picture by the dashboard light
And it takes me where I'd like to be
Wrapped up in a blanket there
Pulling ribbons from your hair
And your kiss, Girl, that's what I miss
Still I drive these horses through the rain and snow
This high-speed rodeo is all I know

And I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
'Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

And I'll ride
Until I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

And I'll ride
Through the middle of the night unknown
On a ride that won't let me go

(Rivers Rutherford/Bobby Pinson)

In my heaven there ain't no lawyers
Don't need names on dotted lines
Folks do business like they oughtta
A good firm handshake works just fine
We feed lawyers to the lions

In my heaven there ain't no children
Totin' loaded guns to school
Ain't no such thing as peer pressure
Being who you are is cool
They still teach that golden rule

In my heaven we hurt no one
No lying, crying, or dying young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And anyone is welcome there
In my heaven

In my heaven I can sing like Elvis
Play guitar like B. B. King
Slide a fastball past Hank Aaron
Batter, batter, batter swing
I can do most anything

In my heaven we hurt no one
No lying, crying, or dying young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And anyone is welcome there
In my heaven

I know that it's God's decision
What my heaven's gonna be
And I ain't telling him his business
But if he left it up to me

Then in my heaven
There's football with no referees
In my heaven
There's never been an injury
In my heaven
Angels yodel when they sing
In my heaven
The fish'll bite most anything
In my heaven
In my heaven
In my heaven

Funny thing about dreamers
When the dream is in their sights
Just to get where they're goin'
They leave a lot of good things behind

Guess you could call me a dreamer
And I've seen it all come true
So I smile when I need to look happy
And do all the things they tell me to
Yeah I'm a big self-made man
And a fool who can't understand

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

If I could only make the future
An extension of my past
I'd take these broken memories
And make those moments last
Now that my ship has come
I wonder what have I done

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

Oh yeah whisper baby

(Blake Shelton/Billy Montana/Don Ellis)

Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun
Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back
Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for line
While sipping on
Some homeade wine

That's who he is
And what he does
He's just like us


My Dad's got
A crippled hand
A casualty of Vietnam
But he's still down
At the sawmill every day
Oh and first thing
'Fore the break of dawn
Mama's got his eggs
And coffee on

My whole life
It's been that way

We come from
Back in the hollers
We got sweat
On our blue collars
The living's hard
But the living's good
You see God sent
The heavens down
And hung 'em 'round
My neck of the woods

Just as sure as the river flows
We take care of our own
Step right up when someone needs a friend

Last year on the Johnson farm
A fire wiped out the house and barn
The whole town showed up
To build 'em back again, all right

We come from
Back in the hollers
We got sweat
On our blue collars
The living's hard
But the living's good
You see God sent
The heavens down
And hung 'em 'round
My neck of the woods

We come from
Back in the hollers
We got sweat
On our blue collars
The living's hard
But the living's good
You see God sent
The heavens down
And hung 'em 'round
My neck of the woods

Shadows of the night
Moving on the ground
Like silent clouds
They follow me around
As I wander the dark
Through the midnight mist
Remembering our last kiss
Do you know how much
You're missed

Chorus:
Tonight I stand in this lonely place
I search the heavens
For some saving grace
And I cry, dying without you
I know you're somewhere
Looking up there too
Right now that's all
Two distant hearts can do
Oh-ooh, at least were underneath
Underneath the same moon

Picturing your face
Flowers in your hair
Like you always wear
Oh I can see you there
Longing to be touched
But you're out of reach
Oh hold on please
Won't you wait for me

Repeat Chorus

la la la
la la la
la la la
Oh-ooh At least were underneath
Underneath the same moon

Shadows of the night
Moving all around
Moving on the ground
They follow me around

(Bobby Braddock)

Mason jars on the dresser
Filled with quarters and dollars savin em for our trip around the world
But now you've changed your tune
There'll be no honeymoon
So I'm going there without you girl

I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to
Georgia in a jug.

We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City
It's a pity we'll never sail our ship into Waikiki and
We'll never share that brick suburban home
Today I'm taking that money out of the jar
Tonight I'll buy my ticket down at the corner bar

I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to
Georgia in a jug.

(Neal Coty/Randy VanWarmer)

This is a song
About best friends

John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me

The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now I was smart
But I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas

Learned to drink Sangria
Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo

Ah but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylaid
When we laid foot
On Mexican soil
See the boarder guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's
Pocket full of American cash
He said
Doin a little funny business
In Mexico Amigo

But all I could think about
Was savin my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
Well it was your idea genius
I was just layin there in bed
When you said

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Ah we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates

(Bobby Braddock/Kathy Locke)

If time has no end and if time has no end
A billion years a trillion years what then is infinity
A cirlce an enternal loop
It can drive you crazy searching for the truth

Someday will we know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday

Before we were babies
There's nothing we recall and when we go back
Will it fade to black and that's all
Or could we be destined for some other time and place
And have we lived other lives our memories have erased

Someday will we know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday

Will we see Jesus comin as the sunshine fills the night
Or when we die will we fly into the light
Will we all be reunited with the ones who've gone away
And will we love each other the way we do today I believe
Someday we'll know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday