Альбом Craig Morgan

A little bit of guitar
A little bit of truck
A little bit of hound dog
And a little bit of luck
A little bit of Bacon
A little bit of beans
A little bit of you lovin’ up on me
And a little bit of how it supposed to be
A little bit of life

A little bit of backseat
A little bit of moon
A little bit of radio, a goin’ boom boom boom
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of spice
A little bit of nasty, A little bit of nice
A little bit of how it supposed to be
A little bit of life

Chorus:
I breath in
I breath out
Yes sleepin all night with the windows down
Up in the mornin’ stirin around
Drink a pot of coffee and I head off to town
Work Work, Work
All day long, crank it up, back it up, bring it on home
Supper on the table and I eat me a bite,
Then we snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light

A little bit of me and you doin alright
A little bit of life

A little bit of tractor
A little bit of farm
A little bit of cornfield
A little bit of barn
A little bit of come on
A little bit of play
A little bit of yee haw in the hay
A Dixie cup,
A homemade wine
A little bit of life

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A little bit of back porch
A little bit of swing
A little bit of wind chimes goin ding a ling
A little bit of TV
A little bit of couch
Popcorn smellin up the house
Alomode on a little slice of homemade pie
A little bit of Life

*Chorus

A little bit of me and you doin alright(2x)
A little bit of life (2x)

I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter.
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles an hour.
On my International harvester!

Three miles of cars layin' on their horns.
A fallin' on deaf ears of corn.
Lined up behind me like a big parade.
Of late to work, road ranged jerks shoutin' up seen works.
Flippin' me the bird.
Well you may be on a state paved road.
But that blacktop runs my hay load.
Excuse me for trying to do my job.
But this here ain't been no bumper crowd.
If you don't like the way I'm drivin'.
Get back on the Interstate.
Otherwise sit tight and be nice.
And quit your honkin' at me that way.

Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter.
I've got two boys in the county 4-H.
I'm a life time sponser of the FFA.
Hay,Thats what I make.
I make a lot of hay for a little pay.
But I'm proud to say,
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles a hour.
On my International harvester!

Well I know you got your own deadline.
But cussin' me won't save ya no time,aw shh
This big wheel, wide load ain't goin' any faster.
So just smile and wave and tip your hat.
To the man upon the tractor.

Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter.
I've got two boys in the county 4-H.
I'm a life time sponser of the FFA.
Hay, That’s what I make.
I make a lot of hay for a little pay.
But I'm proud to say.
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles a hour.
On my International harvester!

I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles an hour.
On my International harvester!

She's in the kitchen at the crack of dawn
Bacon's on, coffee's strong
Kids running wild, taking off their clothes
If she's a nervous wreck, well it never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through the door
The last to go to bed, she'll be the first one up
And I thought I was tough

Chorus
She's strong, pushes on, can't slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

We sat there five years ago
The doctors let us know
She'd have to fight to live, I broke down and cried
She held me and said it's gonna be alright
She wore that wig to church
Pink ribbon pinned there on her shirt
No room for fear, full of faith
Hands held high singing Amazing Grace
Never once complained, refusing to give up
And I thought I was tough

Chorus
She's strong, pushes on, can't slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

She's a gentle word, the sweetest kiss
A velvet touch against my skin
I've seen her cry, I've seen her break
But in my eyes, she'll always be strong

There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about
Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out
Am I a drinker of a cold one now and then
You Bet I am

Am I proud of how I've been raised
Am I getting by on blue-collar pay
Am I country and willin' to take a stand
You bet I am

Am I strong enough to cry
Am I weak enough to show my tender side
Am I a rock, am I loved
Am I tough as nails when push comes to shove
Am I a chip off the block of my old man
You bet I am

Am I a sinner whos not afraid to die
Am I just like you, baseball and apple pie
Am I free, livin' in this Promised Land
You bet I am
Am I a dreamer with my feet on the ground
Am I down to earth with my head in the clouds
Am I a lover, one woman man
You bet I am

Am I strong enough to cry
Am I weak enough to show my tender side
Am I a rock, am I loved
Am I tough as nails when push comes to shove
Am I a chip off the block of my old man

Am I strong enough to cry
Am I weak enough to show my tender side
Am I a rock, am I loved
Am I tough as nails when push comes to shove
Am I a chip off the block of my old man
You bet I am

O I am
Am I stong enough to cry
Am I tough as nails
You bet I am
O I am
Just like my old man

With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer
But he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all of you who care enough to wonder why
Let me tell you
It all started back in 1957 when ole Walt Disney took him by surprise
Thats the day Old Yeller died
Well that twelve year old became a man eleven years to soon in Vietnam
With his best friend Tommy
They were tough as nails and southern born and awfully proud to wear that uniform
Then things got scary
On April 4th, Tommy left for heaven the same year the world was taken by surprise
That's the day Martin Luther died
So before you judge him you need to know there's more to that old man
Then what you see there on that barstool with the bourbon on his hand
You heard about his younger years but don't leave now theres more to hear
That might explain the pain in that old man
How quick America forgot about the only war they'd lost and life goes on
That's what they tell ya
No ticker tape no reason why, might have never seen the end of that chapter in his life
If he hadn't met Betty
They married in December 1980, no doubt it was the best day of his life
Two days before John Lennon died
So before you judge him you need to know there's more to that old man
Than what you see there on the barstool with the bourbon in his hand
Now we've covered chapter two I can almost see a change in you
There's still alot of life in that old man
He hadn't had a drink in at least a year, to tell the truth I'm shocked he's here
But as long as he wants'em I'm gonna pour'em
Before you came in I asked him why, he raised his fragile head and wiped his eyes
Then he told me
I've seen so much in my life I've never questioned, this time the good Lord took me by surprise
Yesterday my Betty died
With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heartattack last summer
But he's still goin'

Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs
Population nine hundred 'n' nine
A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'
Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance
We got our gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop
They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op
Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer
Theres always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

We got kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
Tall tales being told in Harry's barber chair
Life moves slow
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin goin' wrong around here

Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs
Luther wackin' off weeds in his underwear
They go moon skinny-dippin this time of year
Theres always somethin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

Other than kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
Tall tales bein' told in Harry's barber chair
Life moves slow
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out
Is when his wife's been drinkin' and they're back at the house
He'll be walking' 'round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' going wrong around here

Wind chimes in a weeping willow
Biscuits light as feather pillows
At Mama's house
Sunday morning kids a squirming
Thank the preacher for the sermon
As you're walking out
Sweet old fasing goodness
Old man comes out and pumps your gas
Tells a joke while he cleans your glass
And says thatk you friend
Grab a cup of sugar from your neighbor
Honor roll made the morning paper
Cut it out again
Sweet old fashion goodness

We don't need no bureaucrats
No scientists or diplomats
To help us figure out what this world needs
Just sweet old fashion goodness

He says have you met my young bride
We got married back in '49
She ain't changed at all
There's a nervous boy on the front poarch waiting
While the daddy of the girl hes been dating
Lays down the law
Sweet old fashion goodness

We don't need no bureaucrats
No scientists or diplomats
To help us figure out what this world needsd
Just sweet old fashion goodness

Nothin' but sweet old fashion goodness

Storm blew a tree down in my backyard
My axe wouldn’t cut it and my saw wouldn’t start
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store
To give that little hottie workin’ a thrill de’ jour
I know that she digs me ‘cause when I walked in
Here she come a runnin’ with a can I help you grin
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around
I left her droolin’ at the mouth when I walked out

Chorus:
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn’t have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

I’m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W.D.
So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans
I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo
Forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo
Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue
Asked me if I had any plumbing to do
Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip
Looked to me like she was lookin’ for a little lip to lip

Chorus:
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn’t have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

She even did that little finger thingy through her hair
Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare
I gave her back that look that she was lookin’ for
I think that she forgot that we was in that store

Chorus:
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn’t have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

Yeah I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn’t have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
He was white knuckling a diamond ring
And fumbling for the dome light
Sherry Lynn knows something's up
'Cause Berry ain't ever been stuck
For words like he is tonight
Since they pulled over, her hearts been beatin' faster
Without that song, who knows, he might have never asked her

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Then it came on
The song

Larry Pearson had a crutch
One more was never enough
He'd say "I can quit anytime"
The whole town knew his name
They'd all say what a shame
He's wastin' away his life
A strangers quarter dropped into that corner jukebox
It's been almost two years and guess what made him stop

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Then it came on
The song

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Like the song
Its more than just a song

She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap
Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans
She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match
When they talk about perfect, she's what they mean

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She's a slice of the country, she's Fifth Avenue
She loves Jesus and sinners like me
She's got the key to my soul wrapped around her finger
She's a weekend in Vegas, seven nights a week

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She's reckless, she's safe
The angel God saved for my life
Theres a million reasons why

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, man it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

My kind of woman

A red lady bug
From out of mid air
Took a break and sat with me
Om my rockin' chair
I looked at her
She looked up at me
And we both agreeed to let each other
Rest in peace
Then it was back to the sky
Oh look at her fly
Like that mama bluebird
Protecting her kids
And those dendelion wishes
Flostin in the wind
A few bumble bees buzzin' by
O look at 'em fly
Its amazind what you see
When you stop and look at things
Well thats all it took
I got to thinkin' 'bout things
You know years are like those bees
And dandelion seeds
Gone in the blink of an eye
Oh look at 'em fly
Its amazing what you see
When you stop and look at things

Well looky there
Another red ladybug
From out of mid air
Took a break and sat with me
On my rockin' chair

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