Альбом Chris Young

I like an old guitar
Playin' a Gosdin song
In a smoky bar
That's what turns me on, yeah

If that makes me a little old school
Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool
If that makes me a little throwback
Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that
Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me

I like a 60's truck
The kind that's solid steel
The kind that always runs
It takes a man to turn that wheel

If that makes me a little old school
Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool
If that makes me a little throwback
Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that
Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me

Yeah, I don't swear in front of no woman
I answer yes sir to my old man
I drink my liquor with a side of nothin'
Yeah, good and country that's what I am

If that makes me a little old school
Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool
If that makes me a little throwback
Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that
Call me hick, hillbilly, hell I'm proud to be what that makes me
What that makes me

You could say I'm a little bit crazy
You could call me insane
Walkin' 'round with all these whispers
Runnin' 'round here in my brain

I just can't help but hear 'em
Man, I can't avoid it
I hear voices
I hear voices like

My dad sayin', "Work that job
But don't work your life away"
And mama tellin' me to drop some cash
In the offerin' plate on Sunday

And granddad sayin', "You can have a few
But don't ever cross that line"
Yeah, I hear voices all the time

Turns out I'm pretty dang lucky
For all that good advice
Those hard-to-find words of wisdom
Holed up here in my mind

And just when I've lost my way
Or I've got too many choices
I hear voices
I hear voices like

My dad sayin', "Quit that team
And you'd be a quitter for the rest of your life"
And mama tellin' me to say a prayer
Every time I lay down at night

And grandma sayin', "If you find the one
You better treat her right"
Yeah, I hear voices all the time

Sometimes I try to ignore 'em
But I thank God for 'em
'Cause they made me who I am

My dad sayin', "Work that job
But don't work your life away"
And mama tellin' me to drop some cash
In the offerin' plate on Sunday

And granddad sayin', "You can have a few
But don't ever cross that line"
Yeah, I hear voices all the time
Yeah, I hear voices all the time
All the time

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out overseas
A leatherneck, jarhead marine
He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn
But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck,
Is the Dashboard

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It's seen a lot of tan legs,
Got a kick ass radio,
Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll,
Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad,
A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs
He said if I don't come back, you can have this Ford
Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

He said the paint is peeling off,
It's got dents in both the doors
If something happens to me,
Don't hang a for sale sign above the dashboard

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I had the engine overhauled,
A paint job and brand new chrome,
I had her washed and waxed,
Sitting in the drive the day he came home
I said here's your keys, she's all yours
I fixed everything, but the dashboard

Tuxedo waiters, black ties
White tablecloths and red wine
We've been plannin' this night
Lookin' forward to it for some time

Honey, I know you love gettin' dressed up
And you know I love showin' you off
Watchin' your baby blue eyes
Dancin' in the candlelight glow
All I can think about is gettin' you home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey there sure ain't nothing
Like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about is gettin' you home

I don't need this menu, no I don't
I already know just what I want
Did I hear you right? Did you tell me
Go pay the waiter and let's leave?

Honey, I know by that look in your eyes
And your hand drawin' hearts onto mine
That our night out of the house
Ain't gonna last too long
When all you can think about is gettin' me home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey there sure ain't nothing
Like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about is gettin' you home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey there sure ain't nothing
Like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about is gettin' you home

She locked her fingers, bowed her head,
she said I'm late, and I'm really scared,
she said you can go, but I hope you stay,
I'm gonna keep it, either way,

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In my daddy's El Camino,
in her driveway in the rain,
starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change,
and my heart held like a hammer,
and my thoughts were runnin' wild,
any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child.

I laid my head, down on the wheel,
She said I know, I know, it don't seem real,
She closed her eyes, but the tears flowed through,
she said don't hate me, for lovin' you,

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In my daddy's El Camino,
in her driveway in the rain,
starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change,
and my heart held like a hammer,
and my thoughts were runnin' wild,
any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child.

Oh I could not reassure her,
I couldn't say what I had planed,
couldn't put three words together,
so I just, took her hand,

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In my daddy's El Camino,
in her driveway in the rain,
starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change,
and my heart held like a hammer,
and my thoughts were runnin' wild,
any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child.

I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
In between cleaning up files and messes that I'd made of my life
That I've made of my life

Ticket stubs, poems, and old letters
I dumped them all out on the bed
Found a homemade birthday card, from mom
And this is what it said
Yeah, this is what it said

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Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoe box
Full of things to look back on
Full of things to look back on

I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife
And I was back to his front porch
It was summertime, I was turnin' nine
He says,… you want that knife, it's yours!
I remember runnin' off in the yard
Carved my name in every tree
I haven't held it since he passed away
And it meant the world to me
Because he meant the world to me

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Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoe box
Full of things to look back on

Look back on….
A little window to the past
Look back on…….
God know life goes by so fast
If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you've had…..

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Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoe box
Full of things to look back on

I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night……….

She was a flower for the takin'
Her beauty cut just like a knife
And he was a banker from Macon
He swore he'd love her all a his life

He bought her a mansion on the mountain
With a formal garden and a lot of land
But paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jealous man

Every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the garden
And keep an eye on her while he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say the gardener left alone

Now the banker is an old man
And the mansion's crumbling down
He sits all day and stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found

Every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise"

Now there's a rose out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just like a knife
They say that it even grows in the winter time
And blooms in the dead of the night

Always be momma's baby, always be daddy's girl
Right now she's makin' 'em crazy
Little red riding hood, big bad world

She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun
She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run
She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do
She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, sure ain't gonna wait on you

Can't be innocent forever,ain't never done anything
She'll tell you no, but she don't mean never
Turned the corner when she turned 18

She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun
She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run
She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do
She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, sure ain't gonna wait on you

Her folks wanna hold her back, but they don't know how
She wants it all and she wants it all right now
Gonna get it all before the sun goes down

She ain't waitin'
She aint' missin'
She ain't worryin'
That girl needs kissin'!

She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun
She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run
She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do
She ain't waitin' on 21 candles, sure ain't gonna wait on you

Yea them 21 candles!

God, I'm down here on my knees
Cause it's the last place left to fall
Beggin' for another chance
If there's any chance at all
That you might still be listenin'
Lovin' and forgivin' guys like me
I've spent my whole life gettin' it all wrong
And I sure could use your help cause from now on

I wanna be a good man
A 'do like I should' man
I wanna be the kind of man the mirror likes to see
I wanna be a strong man
And admit that I was wrong, man
God I'm asking you to come change me
To the man I wanna be

There's anyway for her and me to make another start
Could you see what you could do
To put some love back in her heart
Cuz' it going to take a miracle
After all I've done to really make her see

That I wanna be a statement
I wanna be a great man
I wanna be the kind of man that she shes in her dreams
God, I wanna be your man
And I wanna be her man
God, I only hope she still believes
In the man I wanna be

Well, I know this late at night that talk is cheap
Lord, don't give up on me

I wanna be a givin' man
I wanna really start livin' man
God, I'm asking you to come change me
To the man I wanna be

Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain is fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's all right"

Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I believe it's rainin' all over the world

Neon signs flashin'
Taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night
The distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night

Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Seems like it's rainin' all over the world

How many times I've wondered
And it still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
It's life, and you just gotta play the game

I find me a place in a box car
So I take out this old guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest and I'm alright

Rainy night in Georgia
Rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Yeah, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I believe it's rainin' all over the world, and it's rainin' on me