Christian Kane Album

So you're tired and you're beat
And you worked all week
And you need a place you can let it go
Where the girls go wild
And the boys play hard
And you need a little more than just the radio.
Well here's your open invitation
With just a couple regulations:
Let me warn you son
Only come to have fun
We don't take kindly to serious,
So leave your troubles at the door
Unless you want some in here.

Welcome to my house
Buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.
It's a country music
A little soul,
It's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sittin' around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.
So before you come in here with some kinda attitude
You better read the house rules.

Around 11 o'clock
When the front door locks
And the boys start raising the bottle,
Where the girls do the thing with the Mardi Gras beads
Yeah you know they're gonna show 'em if they got 'em.
And no matter what your story
A good time is mandatory.
Well rule number 7 says don't touch the women
But they can grab whatever they want to... (hahaha)

Welcome to my house
Buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.
It's a country music
A little soul,
It's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sittin' around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.
So before you come in here with some kinda attitude
You better read the house rules.

There's no such thing as last call
We pick 'em up when they fall.
We share the same bathroom stall
Says the sign on the wall.

One, two, three!

Welcome to my house
Buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high.
It's a country music
A little soul,
man, it's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sittin' around
Everybody's dancin', groovin' and gettin' on down.
So before you come in here with some kinda attitude,
Boy before you come walking in here
With any kinda attitude
Lord, you better read the house rules!
Oh son you better read the house rules!

Two , three, JAY!

You better read the house rules.

'Cuse me,
excuse me,
I'm gonna need to see some i.d. on that girl right there (hahaha)

Faded dreams and blue jeans,
A Rangers cap with sweat rings,
There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots.
Well I've been at it a long time
Working on that bottom line
And every shirt I've worn,
The collar's been blue.
One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
And hit the ground runnin'-
At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Busted hands and broken land,
And black gold turned to sand,
the whiskey's the only well that's running deep.
Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind,
And the tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more than me.
Yeah they always find their way right out of town
They never turn back,
They keep on rollin' and they don't slow down.

I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Ooh, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain' no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Man, I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, no that ain' no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.
Something's gotta give.

well I know they say all good things must come to some kind of ending
we were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance
go on & find what you been missing and when the highway's tired of listening
you'll see I'm not that easy to forget

and when a new moon shines through your window
or you hear a sad song on the radio
and you don't know why but you just start to cry
or you're driving round on a sunny day and out of nowhere comes the pouring rain
then a memory hits you right out of the blue
that's just me, thinking of you

I'm not goin' to try to stop you
doesn't mean that I don't want to
If I know you you've already made up your mind
so go on & go if you're really leaving
put a million miles between us
but you'll still feel me like I'm right there at your side

and when a new moon shines through your window
or you hear a sad song on the radio
and you don't know why but you just start to cry
or you're driving round on a sunny day
and out of nowhere comes the pouring rain
then a memory hits you right out of the blue
that's just me, thinking of you
and I'm thinkin' about the roads your on
I'm thinkin' about you comin' home
I'm a wonderin' if you've got your radio on (guitar break)

and when you find your way to another town
and someone tries to lay you down
and a feeling hits you right out of the blue
well its me, thinking of you
its just me, thinking of you

I was down in whiskey river, stopping for a drink
Minding my own business, trying not to think
Bartender came on over with a shot of his best
Said this one's from the lady in the long black dress
She came waltzing round the corner
"Anybody sittin' here?"
Started takin' off her glasses and lettin' down her hair
I said, "thank you for the drink ma'am, how'd you know my brand?"
She said, "there's certain things a woman can tell about a man"

I said do you like the hard kick of old Kentucky Bourbon
Or the slow burn of Tennessee Rye
Just when I thought I lost her in petty conversation
She said slide over and kiss me
I got more than whiskey in mind


Oh man my heart was jumpin, shakin' on the stool
She moved a little closer and I tried to play it cool
The band had started rockin, it was kinda hard to hear
I ordered us a double- we chased it with a beer

Now do you like the hard kick of old Kentucky Bourbon
Or the slow burn of Tennessee Rye
Just when I thought I lost her in petty conversation
She said slide over and kiss me
I got more than whiskey in mind

Oooh
I started gettin' dizzy from the liquor on her lips
No 80 proof has ever got me buzzin' like this
I loved her
Man, I loved the hard kick of old Kentucky Bourbon
And the slow burn of Tennessee Rye
At this point in the night don't need no conversation
Slide over and kiss me
I got more than whiskey
Slide over and kiss me
I got more than whiskey in mind

So he's gone and left you all alone?
You think the better of your years
Were spent with him.
The little girl who used to dance
On fire and brimstone
Is all but dead.
Where's the girl I knew that held
A lighter up to the radio,
She'd do anything she wants
Because she can?
We were seventeen and wild
and we were jumpin' on the Devil's bed...
I didn't raise you like that.

I taught you lessons about freedom
Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
I lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal thrives.
Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
And you screamed on high,
I'm alive.

You can say that cat is long gone
I bet you look real hard
You can find that girl within
She's probably waitin' in the wings
For you to come along.
To let her out again
You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses,
And some gasoline.

I taught you lessons about freedom
Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
I lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal thrives.
Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
And you screamed,
I'm alive.

I'm alive
You wanna meet a girl I used to know,
Let's take a drive.

Had a rag-top Cadillac
Rode it on Sunset Boulevard
And I had a hold on a centerfold
And a Tony Montana cigar
I had the top down, rock ‘n roll sound, and palms blowin' in the breeze
And it was like paradise, somebody save me please

I'm callin' all country women
I've sure missed you all since I've been gone
Yeah well I'm callin' all country women, yeah
Well them uptown girls, they just ain't down home (down home)

Yeah I was in New York after midnight down at the Bungalow 8
Through the supermodels and Cristal bottles she started walkin' my way
She had a gin & tonic and Manalo Blahniks and that Dolce & Gabana suit
I said, “Damn, you're fine, but have you ever tried jeans and cowboy boots?”

I'm callin' all country women
I've sure missed you all since I've been gone
Yeah well I'm callin' all country women
Well them uptown girls, they just ain't down home (down home)
Yeah well I've been at honky tonk stops, bars & clubs from all across the land
Well Daisy Duke and Dixie Chick and pigtail wearin' girls with their farmer tans

Well I'm callin' all country women
I've sure missed you all since I've been gone
Yeah well I'm callin' all country women,
Well them uptown girls, they just ain't down home (down home)

And I'm callin' all country women, yeah
Well them uptown girls could use a little bit of down home
So then I'm callin' all country women, yeah
Well this good ol' boy loves gettin' on down home
Oh this country boy needs a little bit of that home

American Made – Written by Christian Kane, Steve Carlson, Wayd Battle


C'mon….hahaha…..yeah…..

Well down in Panama city
They perfected the art of the tan.
And those Oklahoma girls
They sure know why they call it Heartland.
Well up in Seattle, boy they'll have you prayin' for rain.
And those Tempe, Arizona women'll have you beggin' for shade.
And from that Valley girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl,
Oh my God,
Hey hey y'all!

My girl, she's American Made.
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she's American Made.
(hotter than an Independence July day)
ah She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game!
My girl, she's American Made.

Well there's a Tennessee girl who will always have a place in my heart. - that's right
And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts.
ooh, Louisiana ladies got a mojo that makes you wanna stay.
Yeah, but there's a city full of angels, always waiting on me home in L.A.
yeah, I can hang down in Texas, while them girls sing along
Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs!

My girl, she's American Made.
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she's American Made.
(hotter than an Independence July day)
She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game!
My girl, she's American Made.

– Instrumental –

mmm, She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game!
My girl, she's American Made
Yeah, my girl is American Ma-a-a-de, ooh
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
ooh Getting knee deep in that Alabama red clay
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
Oh and up in Indiana, man, rollin' in the hay
(raised right here in the USA)
And over in Hawaii you can find a good lei
(She's American Made)
(raised right here in the USA)

*chuckle* She's got a tattoo on her ass that says USDA
(raised right here in the USA)

They were sitting on his tailgate
And she was lovin' on his rough neck
and she was talking about running away
And he was puffin' on a cigarette
Just thinkin' (huh)
How am I gonna say goodbye?

He said, girl you got it good here
and you don't need to mess with
A guy going nowhere
She said how's about Texas?
He got up and shook his head
Then he said, ain't you been listening?
It's never gonna work out
And I think it'd be a good time now to

Let me go
You don't need me baby
Stop holding on the way you are
Don't you know I'm no good for you
And it'll only break your heart
If you don't
Let me go

He said other than a dreamer
I ain't nothin' but a drifter
You could do a lot better
Then leaned over and he kissed her
He said you got another year of college
And a good momma and a daddy
And me, I got $93 in this old '82 Chevy

So let me go
You don't need me baby
Stop holding on the way you are
Don't you know I'm no good for you
And it'll only break your heart
If you don't
Let me go

She said, nice try
But you can't hide behind those shades there on your face
Ya see I don't think you're all that tough
I just think you're scared of love
And I think I won't take up that much space

(So)Let me go
Take me with you baby
It's so cold outside your arms/I belong where you are (DEPENDING ON SONG VERSION)
We both know that you're not as strong as you think you are

So let me go
Take me with you baby
I belong where you are
Don't you know I'm so good for you
And it'll only break your heart
Down the road
If you don't
Let me go
With you baby

Let me go
With you baby
Just let me go

I´m a little heavy
waste boundin´ down...
Got a zero in the bank
On my account.
It´s been a week since she´s been home-
That´s seven days of on my own
That´s my number baby,
Gonna lay my money down.

My destination is dependin´ on the right turn
The right field of dreams.
Well I´m rollin´down the highway
Passin´ on the hard way
Burnin´ gasoline...

I´m seein´ signs up ahead in lights,
Vegas city limit lines.
Tonight I´m gonna let it ride away.
Well, I´m puttin´ down everything I own
On the mercy of these bones.
Come on man, God bless these seven days!

Yeah well I sold my Chevy for a couple hundred bucks
I´m bettin´ it all
And I´m countin´ on Lady Luck.
Me and destiny have made a deal,
You can´t shake these nerves of steel.
So come on, fate, let´s see where we end up.

My temptation´s already left me with a hand,
I can´t even see
But I´m gonna play ´em, I´m gonna hold ´em.
Like a box-car keep rollin´,
These cards ain´t got nothin´ on me!

I´m seein´ signs up ahead in lights,
Vegas city limit lines.
Tonight I´m gonna let it ride away.
Well, I´m puttin´ down everything I own
On the mercy of these bones.
Come on man, God bless these seven days!

Yeah well I´m gonna turn this table
Into a one man show
And I´m stackin´ up my life
To play on just one roll.
Well seven´s my best friend in town
and yes, ma´am, I´ll have another round
but kiss these dice before I let ´em go!

I´m seein´ signs up ahead in lights,
Vegas city limit lines.
Tonight I´m gonna let it ride away.
Well, I´m puttin´ down everything I own
On the mercy of these bones.
Come on man, God bless these seven days!

I´m puttin´ down everything I own,
On the mercy of these bones
Come on man, God bless these seven days!

Oh God bless these seven days.

Making Circles – written by Whitney Duncan and Jonathan Singleton

mmm Well our love story reads like a book of lies-
Good intentions, better alibis
No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on,
But no goodbyes.
This bittersweet revelry will be the death of me.

We go round and round, tryin' to work it out
And all I get is hell bent and bound
Never far from right where we are.
And you'd think we'd get enough
And know we're gonna fuck it up,
We're holdin' on, sinkin' down,
Here we go around and around...
Making circles...
Making circles...

We both need to lead while we dance along
One more graceful spin on who's right or wrong
The same old words, the same old song
Baby, we're right where we belong.
And it can't get much better and it sure can't get worse
Well either way you turn, it's gonna hurt.

We go round and round, trying to work it out
And all I get is hell bent and bound
Never far from right where we are.
And you'd think that we would get enough
And know we're gonna fuck it up,
We're holding on, sinking down,
Here we go around and around...
Making circles...
Making circles...

You'd think we'd had enough
Be sick and tired of fuckin' up,
Holdin' on, sinkin' down
Here we go around and around.

*big sigh*

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs

You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way