John Michael Montgomery Album

After driving all night Daddy stopped the car
Said, "Wake up kids, here we are
This is our new home"
From that Oldsmobile all I could see
Was an ocean of fields out in front of me
It just rolled on, on and on
Daddy crossed the fence and he knelt down
Filled his hands with rich farmland and said
"This is good ground"

I had it all underneath my feet
There was room to grow - there was time to breathe
And dreams stretched high under summer skies
This is where I'm from - this is who I am
Down these roads I became a man
And they're calling me - where my roots run deep
Deep down - this is good ground

Mama had me diggin' in her flower bed
There it was an arrowhead
And all I wanted to be, was Cherokee
Seasons change and childhood goes
I laid down my homemade bow for a brown-eyed girl
She changed my world
I learned to drive so we could ride around
We made the sweetest memories in it
On good ground

I had it all underneath my feet
There was room to grow - there was time to breathe
And dreams stretched high under summer skies
This is where I'm from - this is who I am
Down these roads I became a man
And they're calling me where my roots run deep
Deep down - this is good ground

I drove all night then I stopped the car
Said, "Wake up kids, here we are
This is our new home
It's been too long"
Crossed that fence and I knelt down
Said, "Everybody gather 'round
Hold out your hands, this is good ground"

You've got it all underneath your feet
There's room to grow - there's time to breathe
And dreams stretch high under summer skies
This is where I'm from - this is who I am
Down these roads I became a man
And they're calling me where my roots run deep
Deep down - this is good ground

My Dearest Son, it's almost June
I hope this letter Catches up with you and finds u well
it's been dry but they're callin' for rain
and Everything's the same ol' in Johnsonville
Your Stubborn ol' daddy ain't said to much
but I'm sure you know he sends his love
And she goes on, In a letter from Home

Chours

I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared in our boots
and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh like there's Something funny
'bout the way i talk, When mama sends her best ya'll
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me Drivin' on, Waitin' on
Letters from home

My dearest love, it's almost dawn
I've been layin' here all night Long,
Wonderin' where u might be
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring
Man on the Television said
something So i couldn't sleep
But i'll be alright, I'm just Missin' you
And this is me Kissin' you
X's and O's In a Letter from Home

Chours

I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all Laugh 'Cause she calls me honey
But they take it hard, 'Cause i don't read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me Drivin' On, waitn' on
Letters from home

Dear Son, I know i ain't written
And sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen
it occurs to me I might not have said it, So i'll say it now
Son, You make me Proud

Chours

I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
But no one Laughs ' Cause ain't nothin'
funny when a Soldier Cries, and I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put in my shirt get back to work
And it keeps me Drivin' on, waitin' on,
Letters from home

Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V
They're talking bout war They're talking bout peace
Talking bout you talking bout me
The way we ought to act the way we ought to be
They talk about stars and the latest syles
They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile..

(Chorus:)
Me and my baby slip under the covers
Get away from the world and whatever other stuff is
Going on and start to working on
A little heart to heart mouth to mouth
Thats what I'm talking about

All of our neighbors and most of our friends
They talk about Tiger who's out and who's in
American Idol and who's gonna win
They talk about politics with their own little spin
Let'em have their opinions, let'em speak their minds
Let'em talk about the weather cause come rain or shine

(Chorus)

Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt
I remember that boy throwing it
High up in the air then catching it
While the oak tree leaves cheered

Oh,look at me now All grown up looking back again
Sitting here wondering where the time all went
What do I know now that I didn't know then
Not much
Oh, look at me know,
On the fifty-first floor looking down on it all
With my name on the door and degree on the wall
Yeah, Look at me now

(Chorus)

I did everything right, but I got it all wrong
Heaven please forgive me for taking so long
You see, all that I've done it doesn't matter at all
It's what I leave here when I'm gone

Oh, look at me now
Where is that young boy I used to be
Who was never afraid of anything
Now I'm watching that clock catch up with me
And it's frightening

(Chorus)

Oh, Look at me now
All grown up looking back again
Sitting here wondering where the time all went
What do I know now that I didn't know then

Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt
I remember that boy throwing it
High up in the air then catching it
While the oak trees cheered

(Chords)

Goes Good With Beer
(Casey Beathard/Ed Hill)

Flat tire on the interstate;
Too many nights of workin' too late.
Had a run in with an old memory.
No, it ain't been the best of weeks.

But it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere.
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to.
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer.
Yeah, it does, yeah.

Bring all your debts and all your bills;
Load up your mountains and your molehills.
Come as you ain't or as you are,
An' don't forget that broken heart,

Oh, it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere.
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to.
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer.
Yee haw, oh, yeah.

Bring all those stories you can share.
Just like the peanuts and the pretzels on the table there.

Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go........

Good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to.
And they go hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors.

Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to.
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this ten-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer.

Pass me them peanuts brother.

Shhhhhhh.

He really liked flanel with red over-alls
if you look in his closet it was all that you saw
He dressed up on Sunday and thought he look neat
in a green leasure suit with wing tips on his feet

And i was 15 and real hip with long hair
and i asked momma why is daddy so square
and i couldn't belive all that he didn't know
i guess it's hard to be kool when your 40 years old

The night i turned 20 she came with the news
scared half to death and didn't know what to do
I told her i'm sorry but it's not to late there's a docter
i heard of that fixes mastakes

I though he was workin' and i was alone
but he was stang behind me when i hug up the phone
he said son there's a few thing you don't know about
if you listen real close we can figure this out
cus i was 18 and as wild as it came when one night
a young girl told me the samething and you wouldn't be here
if she haden't said no you see it's hard to be cool when you'r 20 years old

These day's i like flanel and old leive jeans
and i look at my young boy who just turned 15 and i know what he's thinking
but's it ok to know because it's hard to be cool
when your 15 years old

Well i was just a kid maybe 2 or 3,
had a bad nightmare scared the life outa me,
momma came in to calm my fears,
when nothing she could do to would stop those tears,
she carried me down the stairs
to that living room and sat down in that chair,

[CHORUS]
and it rocked,
it made me feel better,
dont know why but it really doesnt matter,
it rocked,
thats all i know,
something about the rythm of it soothed my soul,
and thats a feeling that i never forgot,
and it rocked
[CHORUS]

i was 17 and i fell for this girl,
as far as i could tell she was my only world,
i was confused about life,
in the dark about love,
i heard alot of stories but i didnt know much,
we took a drive down to the river one night,
she told me when to stop then she kissed me just right,

[CHORUS]
and it rocked,
it made me feel better,
dont know y but it really doesnt matter,
it rocked,
thats all i know,
something about the rythm of it soothed my soul,
that old chevy had brand new shocks,
but it rocked
[CHORUS]

after graduation i was workin odd jobs, changed a lot of oil in my uncles garage,
some friend of mine they were startin up a band,
i would sing for free so i was their man,
we were'nt that good and we seldom got paid,
but everbody knew when we took the stage,

[CHORUS]
it rocked,
it made us feel better,
dont know why but it really doesnt matter,
it rocked,
thats all i know,
something about the rythm of it soothed our soul,
and thats a feeling that we never forgot,
and it rocked
[CHORUS]

I said I know a shrimp-boat captain out of Galveston
I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work a spell
Oh you never can tell, it might suit me fine
Spend some time out on the bay
But then there's always cowboy work in Colorado
I was thinkin' that that just might be the thing
Make a little pocket change, I figure what the heck
Ain't nothin' standin' in my way
Then she smiled at me
Looked awhile at me

(Chorus)

And that changes everything
That's a whole 'nother deal
That puts a brand new spin
On this ol' rollin' wheel
That's some powerful stuff
That's a girl in love
And that's the one thing
That changes everything

Well I suppose on second thought this ol' town ain't so bad
Wouldn't hurt me to unload this load of mine
And there's a for sale sign on a little house
I saw just about a mile or so from here
But I've always been the kind for pullin' up stakes
I ain't ever been like me to put down roots
But now I'm thinkin', shoot, who am I kiddin'
I ain't going anywhere
'Cause when she smiles at me
Looks awhile at me

It's been handed down for generations
From my grandpa to my dad on to me
All my life I've been shackled to a bottle
I never knew what it was like to be free

(Chorus)

It's time to break this chain that's been holdin' me down
Leave it layin' on the ground
It's time to make a change, I've caused enough pain
Lord, won't you help me break this chain

I give you thanks for givin' me a reason
And a wife with forgiveness in her smile
Oh I want these two hands to be rock steady
As she's handin' me our newborn baby child

(Repeat Chorus)

It's time to make a change, I'm tired of this pain
Lord, won't you help me break this chain
You made the sunshine and the rain
And you can wash away this pain

C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers
C'mon Baby, let down your hair
I wanna see what's behind those glasses
I gotta know what's under there

Don't worry about what your mama told ya
Don't worry about what your friends might say
Slide over here, lemme kiss and hold you
Time for you to come out and play

(Chorus)

C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight
C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight
I got a batch of margaritas, a jacuzzi in the back
Clapton on the radio, how about that
We could build a fire, yeah we could go nuts
Dancing all around 'til the sun comes up

I know a place between here and heaven
We could cut loose and come undone
Ain't nothin' wrong with a little livin'
The day is gone but the night's still young

(Repeat Chorus)

This can be our little secret