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Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Free and easy down the road I go
Hangin' memories on the high line poles
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
Ragweed's rockin' on the radio
Free and easy down the road I go
So I keep rollin' like an old banjo
Free and easy down the road I go
Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight
So I know everything is gonna be alright
Ain't no tellin' where the wind might blow
Free and easy down the road I go
Livin' life like a Sunday stroll
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
If you only get to go around one time
I'm gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride
I could make a million or wind up broke
Free and easy down the road I go
Can't take it with you when you go so
Free and easy down the road I go
Someday I know it's gonna take me home so
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
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Got a guitar
Got a guitar on my back
And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track
Train's a comin'
It'll be here 'fore too long
But I don't think I can stop it with a song
Girl that's the kind of way I'm feelin'
Tryin' to stop your leavin'
Got a pebble
Got a pebble in my hand
And I toss it out into the middle of the Rio Grande
But the river keeps runnin'
Don't even know that I'm around
I could throw a million more and not slow it down
Girl that's kind of what I'm feelin'
Tryin' to stop your leavin'
There's nothin' that I wouldn't try
If I thought it would change your mind
But you don't love me
No you don't love me anymore
And I know as soon as you walk out that door
Train's a comin', river's runnin'
Train's a comin', river's runnin'
Pain's a comin', tears are runnin'
Yeah that's kind of the way I'm feelin'
Knowin' I couldn't stop your leavin'
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That first kiss, shook me up
It rattled my cage with a tender touch
Sweet and wild
Girl, I could not get enough
The grass was cool, we lost our minds
Sharing secrets and a bottle of wine
Lazy night, cotton dress
Giving in to a warm caress
Sweet and wild
Girl, I could not get enough
Sweet and wild
The taste of your love
The taste of your love
Gentle on my mind
Taste of your love
Sweet and wild as berries
From the summer vine
I know the stars saw the spark
Hopes and dreams tangled in the dark
Sweet and wild
The taste of your love
Yeah, the taste of your love
Gentle on my mind
Taste of your love
Sweet and wild as berries
From the summer vine
Every breath fuelled the flame
Your warm body drove me insane
And though it's been years and miles
I see that fire flickerin' in your smile
Sweet and wild,
Girl, I still can't get enough
Sweet and wild
Boy, I still can't get enough
Sweet and wild
The taste of your love
Yeah, oooh
Sweet and wild
The taste of your love
Yeah, oooh
Sweet and wild
Yeah oooh.
(Oh, Sweet and wild)
(The taste of your love)
Yeah, oooh
(Sweet and wild)
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Come a little closer, baby
I feel like layin' you down
On a bed sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out
There ain't nothin' that love can't fix
Girl, it's right here at our fingertips
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin' you down
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin' go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin' go
If there's still a chance
Then take my hand
And we'll steal away
Off into the night
'till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day
Come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down
Back to the basics of you and me
What makes the world go round
Every inch of you against my skin
I wanna be stronger than we've ever been
So come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down
Just a little bit closer baby
Just a little bit closer baby
Come a little bit closer baby
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(Writer X/Dierks Bentley)
It's strange to hear your voice, I did not expect for you to call
You wonder how I'm doin, how I'm holding up since you've been gone
Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me
Well now wait one minute, I failed to mention, those tears I cried are tears of
joy
Because it was no fun, there under your thumb, and now that we're done
I'm getting right, every night, with every single, every loving girl in sight
Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me
Well, when all my friends heard, what a you know what you were
They took me out on the town
But then I heard our song, and I danced along, but it felt all wrong
Cause she was sweet, she let me lead, she never took her ever lovin eyes off me
Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me
Well I don't know what you were thinking, running round on me
Well, now you say you're sorry.....well honey I agree
So, how are you doing since you did, what you did to me
Girl don't lie, I know you cried...cause you know how good it used to be
Yeah, tell me does the thought of, loosing my true love, make it hard to sleep
Baby how are you doing since you did what you done to me
Now how are you doing, now that you know how I'm doing
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Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.
Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;
Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you're there
Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
Red sun down, out across the western sky,
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.
Texas stars in a purple night.
Not seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
Funny how no matter where I run,
Round every bend I only see,
Just how far I haven't come.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory.
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(Harley Allen/Dierks Bentley)
I learned how to write it, when I first started school
Some bully didn't like it, said it didn't sound too cool
So I had to hit him, and all I said when the blood came
It's my last name
Grandpa took it off to Europe, to fight the Germans in the war
It came back on some dog tags, nobody wears no more
It's written on a headstone, in the field where he was slain
It's my last name
Passed down from generations, too far back to trace
I can see all my relations, when I look into my face
May never make it famous, but I'll never bring it shame
It's my last name
Daddy always told me, far back as I recall
Son you're part of something, you represent us all
So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came
It's my last name
So darlin if you're wonderin, why I've got you here tonight
I wanna be your husband, I want you to be my wife
Ain't got much to give you, but what I've got means everything
It's my last name
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These old boots still got a lot of ground
They ain't covered yet
There's at least another million miles
Under these old bus treads
So if you think I'm gonnna settle down
I've got news for you
I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
And as long as there's a song
Left in this old guitar
This life I'm bound to lead
Ain't for the faint of heart
So you won't fall for me
If you know what's good for you
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
Girl, you look like you might be an angel
So I won't lie
I could love you like the devil
If you wanted me to tonight
And we could talk about forever for a day or two
But I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
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My daddy hated that rock-n-roll,
So I know I wasn' suppos' to go, to the loud devil music show;
But I wound up in the snake pit with my best friend,
And when the lights came up, we both decided that we'd try our luck,
At gettin' back to where the real show was.
We were backstage, under age, hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar.
I looked at him and said: "It's all good, brother.
I'm with the band, hired on as a local stage hand;
The one in charge of the microphone stands;
And the lead singer told me to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry 'bout the back stage pass, man - it's cool.
I'm with the band. I'm with the band."
I can't believe that we made it this far;
Country singin'; Bangin' loud guitars,
The biggest stages to the smallest bars.
We were cold beer drinkin'. What was I thinkin'?
Just the other night at the after party rockin' just right,
This little country girl caught my eye.
She was backstage, legal age, hangin' with the drummer;
When a big dude attitude grabbed her by the collar.
I looked at him and said "It's all good, brother.
She's with the band, hired on as a local stage hand;
The one in charge of the microphone stands.
And the lead singer told her to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry 'bout the back stage pass, man - it's cool.
She's with the band."
Well tomorrow is another town; but you know we love a party crowd;
So if you got the right stuff we'll meet you on the bus,
But you better get the lingo down.
Just tell 'em that you're with the band; hired on as a local stage hand;
You know we got a lot of microphone stands;
And the lead singer told you to get the one in his dressin' room;
We might even have a beer or two.
Don't worry about the back stage pass - y'all; it's cool;
You're with the band; you're with the band;
You're with the band. You're with the band.
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I must look just like a fool here
in the middle of the road
standing there in your rearview
and getting soaked to the bone
this land is flat as it is mean
a man can see for a hundred miles
So I'm still praying I might see
the glow of a brake light.
But your wheels just turn,
down the road ahead
If it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
I keep a lookin' for
the slightest sign that you might miss
what you left behind
I know there's nothing stopping you now
but I'd settle for a slowdown.
I held on longer then I should
Leaving you might change your mind
those bright lights of Hollywood
would fade in time.
But your wheels just turn
down the road ahead
If it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
I keep a lookin' for
the slightest sign
that you might miss
what you left behind
I know there's nothing stopping you now
but I'd settle for a slowdown.
But your wheels just turn
down the road ahead
if it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
your just a tiny dot on that horizon line come on tap those brakes
baby just one time
I know there's nothing stopping you now
Im not asking you to turn back around
I'd settle for a slowdown
come on just slow down
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(Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley/Deric Ruttan)
Well, Becky was a beauty from south Alabama.
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer.
Think he even did a little time in the slammer.
What was I thinkin'?
She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate,
Her Daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
By the County line, the cops were nippin' on our heels,
Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel.
Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield.
What was I thinkin'?
At the other side, she was hollerin': "Faster."
Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'.
Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
When a mountain of a man with a "Born To Kill" tattoo,
Tried to cut in, I knocked out his front tooth.
We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke.
What was I thinkin'?
I finally got her home at a half past two, later.
Daddy's in a long chair sittin' on the driveway,
Put it in park as he started my way.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Then she gave a "Come an' get me grin."
An' like a bullet, we were gone again.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin' where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
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It's a long trip alone over sand and stone
That lie along the road that we all must travel down
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
'Cause it's a long trip alone
It's a short piece of time but just enough to find
A little peace of mind under the sun somewhere
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
You know we can't afford to let one moment pass us by
'Cause it's a short piece of time
And I don't know where I'd be without you here
'Cause I'm not really me without you there
Yea Yeah
Hallelujah hallelujah oh
So maybe you could walk with me a while
Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
So maybe you could walk with me a while
Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Maybe I could feel right beside you 'til I'm home
'Cause it's a long trip alone
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Girl I caught you in your little white lie
Red handed, red handed
You said you had to work tonight
But here you are dancin', slow dancin'
In this honky tonk with someone else
And all you got to say for yourself is so...so?
I'm sorry, so?
Chorus:
So, So long, bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flip side maybe, don't you
Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone
Go go on, cry crybaby
Those tears are gonna drip dry maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
For so so long
So so long
Let me buy you a goodbye drink
Make it a double, a double
'Cause I've seen everything I need to see
You're nothin' but trouble, big trouble
And one other thing before I go
I wanna tell you that I think you're so..so..so..aw, I ain't gonna sink that low
(Repeat Chorus)
I bet you think I'm gonna let it slide
The way you're flashin' me those puppy dog eyes
Right?..yeah right...right?...wrong
(Repeat Chorus)
So so long
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Come a little closer, baby
I feel like layin' you down
On a bed sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out
There ain't nothin' that love can't fix
Girl, it's right here at our fingertips
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin' you down
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin' go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin' go
If there's still a chance
Then take my hand
And we'll steal away
Off into the night
'till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day
Come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down
Back to the basics of you and me
What makes the world go round
Every inch of you against my skin
I wanna be stronger than we've ever been
So come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down
Just a little bit closer baby
Just a little bit closer baby
Come a little bit closer baby
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These old boots still got a lot of ground
They ain't covered yet
There's at least another million miles
Under these old bus treads
So if you think I'm gonnna settle down
I've got news for you
I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
And as long as there's a song
Left in this old guitar
This life I'm bound to lead
Ain't for the faint of heart
So you won't fall for me
If you know what's good for you
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
Girl, you look like you might be an angel
So I won't lie
I could love you like the devil
If you wanted me to tonight
And we could talk about forever for a day or two
But I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do
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(Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley)
That ole picture frame keeps hangin round
I ain't ready yet to take it down
Every now and then I'll slam the door
Shake it loose and she'll hit the floor
But I can't throw a good thing away
I wish it would break
And I swear my trucks got a haunted radio
Cause I hear you in every song
But I know what the silence makes me do
So I give those buttons more abuse
I wonder how much punchin it can take
I wish it would break
There I could move on, right on down the line
Where I don't see you, need you, in my life
You're wrapped around me
Your memories bound me like a chain
I wish it would break
This ole hearts got a mind of it's own
It's decided not to let you go
And even though your love's no longer here
It won't let me shed one tear
Cause it's still holdin on to yesterday
I wish it would break
There I could move on, right on down the line
Where I don't see you, need you, in my life
You're wrapped around me
Your memories bound me like a chain
I wish it would break
I wish it would break
Yeah, I wish it would break
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Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Free and easy down the road I go
Hangin' memories on the high line poles
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
Ragweed's rockin' on the radio
Free and easy down the road I go
So I keep rollin' like an old banjo
Free and easy down the road I go
Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight
So I know everything is gonna be alright
Ain't no tellin' where the wind might blow
Free and easy down the road I go
Livin' life like a Sunday stroll
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
If you only get to go around one time
I'm gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride
I could make a million or wind up broke
Free and easy down the road I go
Can't take it with you when you go so
Free and easy down the road I go
Someday I know it's gonna take me home so
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
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