Montgomery Gentry Album

(C.Knight/G.Nicholson)

Sometimes I think what turned her on
Was my old broke down boots
She wanted her a real cowboy
It was a phase she was just goin' through
But not one week after she moved in
I caught her paintin' the bedroom blue
Brought home a bottle of pink chablis
Poured out my best home brew
I was sittin' on the porch in my overalls
As she packed her things to leave
She changed her mind, when she couldn't change me

She changed direction, headed out west
Changed her tune to some hip-hop mess
Her dark brown hair went to blonde
And her pretty blue eyes went to green
She changed everything, when she couldn't change me

She was sittin' beside the ocean
Looking out at the waves
Watching how they keep on rolling
But always seem the same
She called and said she'd been thinking about
All those quiet country nights
And whatever she thought was wrong with me
Suddenly seemed alright
I was sittin' on the porch in my overalls
When her truck pulled into view
She said "I changed my mind, when I couldn't change you"

She changed direction, headed back home
Changed her tune it's all Haggard and Jones
And her dark brown hair pulled back
And her bluest eyes you've ever seen
She changed her mind, when she couldn't change me

She changed direction, she's back in my arms
She thought it through, had a change of heart
She said "I guess when you love someone
You just gotta let it be"
She changed her mind, when she couldn't change me
Yeah, yeah
She changed it all when she couldn't change me

(Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe)

Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin
Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
Hangin' in the wind
There's never time for these bones to mend

Up before the sun dries
The frost on my fields
I've got the diesel burnin'
Turnin' these four wheels

Across this land I been handed down
Feel my roots run deep in this ground

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son

Three Generations
Before I ever came
Cut back these timbers
And bet their lives on grain

And I want to see just once before I die
Us doin' more than just barely getting by

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son

Now and then I walk my fence
Down by the old country road
And watch the cars go rushin' by
And disappear like ghosts

Out where the sky meets the amber waves
Yeah I'm a rock in this land God made

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over one more time
Some say this way of life is done

(Anthony Smith/Rick Tiger)

I told my mom goodbye when I was eighteen
She told me bye for good at age seventy-three
She was an angel right here on earth
There was sure a fine line between heaven and her

I went and married the woman I loved
Three years of me later she had enough
Just one more angel I didn't deserve
There was sure a fine line between heaven and her

Feels like everything I love I lose
And God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't fell like prayin' today
So I think I'll just sit here
And drink for a spell
'Cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell

Now I'm headed nowhere ninety-nine miles an hour
In a '62 Dodge with three hundred horsepower
If she holds together I might get the nerve
To cross that fine line between heaven and her

Feels like everything I love I lose
And God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't feel like prayin' today
So maybe I'll just slow down
And think for a spell

(Woody Mullins/Mike Geiger/Michael Huffman)

Weatherman says it might hit 95
September's gonna feel more like July
He's callin' for a night that's warm and mild
I think he missed it by a mile
He just don't know that you're gone
I feel a cold one comin' on

Driving home gets longer every day
I've found new things to do along the way
A bar room ain't no place to run and hide
From the memories of a love that said goodbye
I'm sick and tired of right and wrong
I feel a cold one comin' on

Makes you want to start thinkin'
About drinkin'
If I don't fine a way to ease my mind
And leave all this behind
I'm gonna go crazy, without you baby
A bar room or that bedroom back at home
I feel a cold one comin' on

Makes you want to start thinkin'
About drinkin'
If I don't fine a way to ease my mind
And leave all this behind
I'm gonna go crazy, without you baby
A bar room or that bedroom back at home

(Jim Rushing/Keith Sewell)

Some kids grew up on mean streets
Dealin' with the crips and bloods
But me I was born on a back road
In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud

The street kid deals with the dealer
And he's always watchin' his back
Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine
Down by the creek bank shack

Give me .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire
Makin' this guitar ring
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the drain

Just to dwell on life in the city
Is makin' my blood run cold
'Cause miles and miles of concrete
Eats away at the human soul

When you live and die in the country
There's a little that your heart can mourn
With your hands in the dirt and a little work
You can weather out any storm

Give me .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire
Makin' this guitar ring
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the drain

I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines

(Wendell Mobley/Gordon Bradberry)

She likes to read her Bible I like a good bar room rival
Sunday morning she's in church while my hangover just gets worse
We see things differently but she's hell-bent on saving me
She's got her life in tact and mine's been to hell and back
She's an angel, she's a saint there's two things that I ain't
I fell from a different tree but she's hell-bent on saving me

I know she could make me better if I would only let her
Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt
I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle
If she'll come my way I'll go her's
Oh please please she's hell-bent on saving me

Lord you may not remember me I sang in church when I was three
It's been a while since I called on you
But could you tell her that my love is true
I can't wear no golden halo
I'll try to walk the straight and narrow
Could you help me change enough I don't want to loose her love
Please please she's hell-bent on saving me

I know she could make me better if I would only let her
Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt
I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle
If she'll come my way I'll go her's

(Bobby Terry/Anthony Smith/Kevin Brandt)

There's those who turn their nose up
When we play our music loud
Those folks would love to take control
And turn our volume down
But we come from the country
And we live by the code
That if it feels good; we're gonna do it
There ain't no middle of the road

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life
'Cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly
'Cause that's my right

We just love what we're doing
You can hear it in our songs
We ain't gonna break
Ain't gonna bend
We're just carrying on

It's a sign of the times, everybody trying
To be politically correct
But worrying 'bout what other people think
Will make you a nervous wreck
Well we're just here to tear the house down

With the many or the few
There ain't no law against having a ball
And that's just what we'll do

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life
'Cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly
'Cause that's my right

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life
'Cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly

(Ray Pennigton)

I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans
I've played in California there ain't too much I haven't seen
I'm a Ramblin' Man
Don't fool around with a Ramblin' Man

Left a girl in West Virginia
Up there where the green grass grows
Got a girl in Cincinnati, waitin' where the Ohio River flows
I'm a Ramblin' Man
Don't give your heart to a Ramblin' Man

You better move away
You're standing too close to the flame
Once I mess with your mind
Your little heart won't be the same

I'm a Ramblin' Man
Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man

Well, up in Chicago I was known as quite a boy
Down in Alabama they call me the man of joy
I'm a Ramblin' Man
Don't fall in love with a Ramblin' Man

You better move away
You're standing too close to the flame
Once I mess with your mind
Your little heart won't be the same

I'm a Ramblin' Man

(Ronny Scaife/Don Scaife/Phil Thomas)

Every Friday evening about sundown
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my place
They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank
Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't

I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring
They turn the hounds loose and let'em run
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays

Talk about women young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories told
Wonder how they to be as old as they are now
Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma

They gambled away all the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Living out every single day like another wasn't comin'

Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'

Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'
They knew life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game with the local law
Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
Every now and then I visit their graves
And as the moon hangs in the haze
I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam

Every Friday evening about sundown
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my place
They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank
Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't

I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring
They turn the hounds loose and let'em run
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays

Talk about women young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories told
Wonder how they to be as old as they are now

Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
They gambled away all the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Living out every single day like another wasn't comin'

Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'

Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'
They knew life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game with the local law
Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
Every now and then I visit their graves
And as the moon hangs in the haze

(Kenny Beard/Troy Gentry/Eddie Montgomery)

I'm not one to whine or cry or wallow in self-pity
I take life in stride and smell the roses when I can 
I am one of those lucky guys who's happy just to be here
Doin' what I love and thankful that I am 

With all of life's temptations
And this dream that I've been chasin'
It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone
I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker
I'm tellin' ya'll I'm lucky to be here at all 

My hard head, the cigarettes and straight Kentucky Bourbon
Have taken their toll and done their best to do me in
Guitars and beer joint bars up and down the highway
If I could start all over, I'd do it all again 

With all of life's temptations
And this dream that I've been chasin'
It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone
I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker
I'm tellin' ya'll I'm lucky to be here at all 

And when I die I'll thank the good Lord face to face
For his patience and grace 

With all of life's temptations
And this dream that I've been chasin'
It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone
I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker

(George Moulton)

Everybody's talking saying this will never last
Trying to see the future
Judging me by my past
I've always been a sinner
But I've never claimed to be
Anymore than what I am
What you get is what you see 

I've always had a wild side
I've always stood just a little outside the lines
Living on the edge out of control
Too hard to handle,
Too free to hold 

Too hard to handle, and just too free to hold 

I ain't no urban cowboy
I ain't no country plowboy
I'm a music man
I've got a whole lot of southern pride
A whole lot of rowdy friends 

I've got whiskey on my breath
A big heart in my chest
I won't let you down
I'll stand up and fight
Lay down and die for the love I've found 

I've always had a wild side
I've always stood just a little outside the lines
Living on the edge out of control
Too hard to handle,
Too free to hold
Too hard to handle, and just too free to hold 

(Clay Davidson/Matt Hendrix)

I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee
Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that's all I'll ever be
My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive
Just doin' what he had to do after mama died
The same people that called him no good
Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste
He said I may take your money but don't put yourself above me
Don't cut me down as you walk away 

You don't know me you don't know who I am
You don't know the pain that I've been through
So don't judge me till you stand where I stand
I don't need you or anyone else to approve
Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true 

I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back
With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack
Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car
I'd drive all day and play all night
In the honky tonks and bars 

The same people that called me crazy
Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything
Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste
Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but 

You don't know me you don't know who I am
You don't know the pain that I've been through
So don't judge me till you stand where I stand
I don't need you or anyone else to approve
Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true 

The same people that called me crazy
Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything
Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste
Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but 

You don't know me you don't know who I am
You don't know the pain that I've been through
So don't judge me till you stand where I stand
I don't need you or anyone else to approve
Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true