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11. | Drive Myself To Drink |
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(Written By: John Rich)
My daddy taught me that in this country everyone’s the same
You work hard for your dollar and you never pass the blame
When it don’t go your way
Now I see all these big shots whinin’ on my evening news
About how they’re losin’ billions and how it’s up to me and you
To come running to the rescue
Well pardon me if I don’t shed a tear ‘cause they’re selling make believe
And we don’t buy that here
Cause in the real world there shutting Detroit down
While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets out of town/
And DC’s bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground
Yeah while they’re living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down.
They’re shuttin’ Detroit down.”
Well that old man’s been workin’ in that plant most all of his life
Now his pension plan’s been cut in half and he can’t afford to die
And it’s a crying shame ‘cause he ain’t the one to blame
When I look down and see his caloused hands
Let me tell you friend it gets me fightin’ mad
Cause in the real world there shutting Detroit down
While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets out of town/
And DC’s bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground
Yeah while they’re living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down.
They’re shuttin’ Detroit down.”
Instrumental solo
Yeah while there’ living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down
Here in the real world there shuttin’ Detroit down
In the real world they’re shuttin Detroit down they’re shuttin’ Detroit down.
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He's got a sunburn on his left arm
From hangin' out a Peterbilt window
Got a wife and three kids on the farm
Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah
Minneapolis in his rear view
He's a dead headin' to Tulsa
Got the hammer down on 82
With every mile marker getting' closer, I said
Hey, he's a trucker man
Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
Those redeye runs are taking their toll
His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
Starin' a hole through the windshield
He's got nineteen on the CB wheel
They call him the Bandit
'Cause he only brakes for the Smokies, I said
Hey, he's a trucker man
Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
Those redeye runs are taking their toll
His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
He's got a Smith and Wesson in the glove box
And Mother Mary on the dashboard
He's a red blooded, blue collar man
American right to the core
Hey, he's a trucker man
Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
Those redeye runs are taking their toll
His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
Say it, hey, he's a trucker man
Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
Those redeye runs are taking their toll
His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
Well, he's rollin' back home
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Well, he was one of the millions
Who signed up to defend us long ago in 1941
When they sucker punched us in Pearl Harbor
He fought under Macarthur seventeen with an army Thompson gun
Well, he stormed a lot of beaches slept in jungles with the leaches
He saw things young man should never see
And when they shot him in the shoulder
He got back up and he marched over
Left a lot of brothers dead in kawagalie
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
There wouldn't be a breath of freedom in this land
And I see people on my TV taking shots at uncle Sam
I hope they always remember why they can
'Cause we'd all be speakin' German
Livin' under the flag of Japan
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
Well, I'm the grandson of a soldier
And I'd fight the whole world over
If duty called and freedom's on the line
But thanks to the greatest generation
And the ones still fighting for our nation
I've never had to kill for my way of life
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
There wouldn't be a breath of freedom in this land
And I see people on my TV taking shots at uncle Sam
I hope they always remember why they can
'Cause we'd all be speakin' German
Livin' under flag of Japan
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
There wouldn't be a breath of freedom in this land
And I see people on my TV taking shots at uncle Sam
I hope they always remember why they can
'Cause we'd all be speakin' German
Livin' under flag of Japan
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man
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my god what have i done
you gave me your heart
and I broke it up
now here i am
all alone and i'm hatin' me
cuz' baby with you i had everything
now i'm a nothin' man
not sure what i do from here
or where i'll go
baby the only thing i know is
CHORUS:
I'll never find another you
someone who moves me like you do
someone that knows me inside out
a love that'll never let me down
i could search all through this world
try to find another like you girl
but no matter what i do
I'll never find another you
You put yourself in the palm of my hand
I was the envy of every man
and it was beautiful
what a perfect little life we found
we built it up and i tore it all down.....like a fool
how will I ever forgive myself
and how do i live
knowing I'll never feel that way again
and
CHORUS
Maybe someday I'll find a sweet face
that takes me half the way to where we've been
oh and who knows maybe i'll come close
but comin' close is all i'll ever get
all i'll ever get
CHORUS
i'll never find another you
i'll never find another you
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I'm a son of a preacher man, everybody calls him Brother Jim
Seems like I spend my life tryin' to live up to him
Well, he taught me wrong from right but Lord knows I still sin
Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man
Daddy said that the narrow road was the only road to take
But now I make my livin' on a tour bus rollin' down interstates
All nighters with cheaters and liars can sometimes test your faith
I'm still the son of a preacher man
Well, the good books say that Jesus ran with a party crowd
So I believe and pray them Pearly Gates are still where I'm bound
And I don't know if the life I chose makes my daddy proud of who I am
I'm just the son of a preacher man, hey of a preacher man
Most Sunday mornings I spend getting over Saturday nights
While he's down there preaching in the pulpit, singin', 'I saw the light'
And sometimes it's hard to look my mirror in the eye
Knowin' I'm the son of a preacher man
Well, the good books say that Jesus ran with a party crowd
So I believe and pray them Pearly Gates are still where I'm bound
And I don't know if the life I chose makes my daddy proud
Hey, I'm just the son of a preacher man, oh yeah
I'm just the son, I'm just the son
Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man
Hey, of a preacher man
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Baby, I can tell there's somethin' that you're wantin' to say
And I'm so afraid of where this is goin'
I know life ain't easy when you're livin' with a man like me
It's just got to be some kind of heartache
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna hear you say goodbye
I don't wanna let you go, don't wanna be alone with tears in my eyes
Got to be an answer, baby, somethin' I can say to change your mind
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love tonight
I've got no right to ask you for another chance
But please understand, I'm nothin' without you
Life just wouldn't mean anythin' to me
If you ever leave, you'd leave me dyin'
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna hear you say goodbye
I don't wanna let you go, don't wanna be alone with tears in my eyes
Got to be an answer, baby, somethin' I can say to change your mind
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love tonight
I won't let this die, I'll stand up and fight for our love
I won't let go, baby you know I still believe in us
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna hear you say goodbye
I don't wanna let you go, don't wanna be alone with tears in my eyes
Got to be an answer, baby, so that I can say to change your mind
I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love tonight
Tonight, I don't want to lose you love, I don't want to lose your love
I don't want to lose your love, tonight
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Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star
Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car
They didn't know me back in '92, with my pawn shop guitar
And the holes in my boots, didn't see what I had to go through
All the beatin's I took, just to payin' my dues and now
Everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
And try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants, everybody want to be me, yes, they do
Well, there's a camera in my face nearly everyday
And I just got to grin
They take my country boy views, make it big city news
And I just take it on the chin
'Cause when you're playin' at the top of your game
Well, the phone's always ringin' and they're droppin' your name
But the second that you start to fall
Hey, nobody cares and nobody calls
But everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
And try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants to, everybody want to be me
Well, everybody wants to be me
But they don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
Try to get their fortune for free
Everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise, they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
Try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants, everybody wants, everybody wants
I said everybody wants, everybody wants to be me
Yeah, they want to be me, yes they do
Everybody wants to be me
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All you girls, readin' them rag magazines
Tryin' to figure out the male species
How to bring a boy down to his knees
Hey now girls, don't be believin' everythin' you read
It ain't as hard as they're makin' it seem
'Cause it don't matter if you're skinny or got meat on your bones
If you want to turn a country boy on
You got to jump up in his four wheel drive
Put them Wrangler jeans on and cut them off thigh high
Crank the Hank, find a football game and chug a beer ice cold
If you want to turn a country boy on
I don't know what's turnin' them city boys' heads
Probably high heels, short skirts and fishin' nets
All the ladies if you want to snag a down home man
I'll tell just how you can
You got to jump up in his four wheel drive
Put them Wrangler jeans on and cut them off thigh high
Crank the Hank, find a football game and chug a beer ice cold
If you want to turn a country boy on
First you got to jump up in his four wheel drive
Put them Wrangler jeans on and cut them off thigh high
Crank the Hank, find a football game, chug a beer ice cold
Hey, you got to jump up in his four wheel drive
Put them Wrangler jeans on and cut them off thigh high
Crank the Hank, find a football game and chug a beer ice cold
Hey, if you want to turn a country boy on
Turn a country boy on, turn a country boy on
You got to jump in his four wheel drive
You know what to do next
Put them Wrangler jeans on and cut them off thigh high
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Mama said, "Stay away from the train yard children
Don't be playin' on in the tracks
Those old big devils can sneak up on ya
And run you down just like that", hey, hey
Well, little brother Jonah didn't heed her warnin'
Tried to chase a fast one down
I can still hear the words my mama was cryin'
As we laid him in the ground, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
She said, "Why does somebody always have to die?
Before people listen and open up their eyes
There ain't no need for hurtin' or the bloody tears we cry
So why does somebody always have to die?"
Mr. White collar in an uptown high rise
Finishin' a twelve hour day
A double tall glass of tequila sunrise
Takes a little stress away, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Well, he came around the corner doing 87
Swerving all over the place
He sent a five year old straight to Heaven
And never even touched his brakes, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Why does somebody always have to die?
Before people listen and open up their eyes
There ain't no need for hurtin' or the bloody tears we cry
So why does somebody always have to die?
There once was a carpenter living in Nazareth
Said He was the Son of God
Said He came here to free the captive
And bring faith to the lost, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Well, He tried to tell him all about life eternal
But they just wouldn't believe
And He said, "Father, won't you please forgive them?"
As they nailed Him to the tree, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Why does somebody always have to die?
Before people listen and open up their eyes
There ain't no need for hurtin' or the bloody tears we cry
So why does somebody, yeah why does somebody always have to die?
Always have to die
Mama said, "Stay away from the train yard children
Don't be playin' on in the tracks
Those old big devils can sneak up on ya
And run you down just like that"
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Well, she's been there right beside me
Through the ups and downs and all the in betweens
No, I couldn't live without her
But I've never let her see that side of me
Well, I finally bought that diamond
I found the right timin'
With a breakin' voice I fell down on my knees
And she said, "Hey boy, I thought you'd never ask
I've been lovin' on you since a long, long time ago
And I can't believe you held out on me, lettin' all this time slip past"
And she said, "Yes and I thought you'd never ask"
Well we both started crying
As we saw our future comin' into view
We saw a home and a family and all the things
That come with love that's true
And as we stood there shakin'
Talkin' about the life we'd be makin'
She took my hand
And looked me in the eyes
And she said, "Hey boy, I thought you'd never ask
I've been lovin' on you since a long, long time ago
And I can't believe you held out on me, lettin' all this time slip past"
And she said, "Yes and I thought you'd never ask"
She said, "I wondered if I'd see the day
When you'd finally give your heart away
And we wind up in this perfect place"
And she said, "Hey boy, I thought you'd never ask
You know I've been lovin' on you since a long, long time ago
And I can't believe you held out on my, lettin' all this time slip past"
And she said, "Yes and I thought you'd never ask"
And she said, "Yes, and I thought you'd never
Boy, I thought you'd never ask"
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