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(Keith Follese/Adrienne Follese/Victoria Shaw)
I don't need a whole lot of money
But I wouldn't turn the lottery down
I just need a little green in my pocket
So I can buy my buddies a round
All I want is a place to lay my head
With the woman I love lyin' in my bed
Kind of understated
My dreams aren't that complicated
Chorus:
I wanna be the one, when all is said and done
Who lived a good life, loved a good wife
(And) Always helped someone in trouble
On the day they lay me down
(I) Want everyone to gather around and say
He was a father, brother, neighbor and a friend
He was a good man
I used to dream of being a rock star
And seeing the world in style
Used to dream of having a fast car
And driving that miracle mile
But I've heard tell, those streets aren't paved in gold
They're full of potholes and empty souls
Who never learned
Love is something you've gotta earn
(Repeat chorus)
When I'm gone, I want to leave a legacy
Of love and laughs and honesty
Behind me, behind me
(Repeat chorus)
Yeah, I wanna be a good man
A father, a brother, a neighbor and a friend
I wanna be a good man
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(Brad Mates/Teddy Gentry/Josh Leo/Ronnie Rogers)
Boy and girl fall in love, startin' out, just enough
Pocket change, lean 'n green, first and last, security
Newlyweds, overheads, all we really had was each other
All of the family and most of our friends
Said it was over before it began
As time goes on, we're provin' 'em wrong
We're still together, and...
Chorus:
Real love will survive
Devil of defeat, better step aside
Real love will survive
If ya need a witness
Me and my little misses
We can testify
Made a move, neighborhood, lookin' up, lookin' good
Saving money everyday, gettin' out of layaway
Baby boys, lots of toys, man, I gotta say this is livin'
No, I'm not sayin' it's been perfect at all
We've had our times we hit the wall
We backed it on up, yeah, we knocked off the dust
And kept on diggin'
(Repeat chorus x 2)
(Instrumentals)
(Repeat chorus)
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(Annie Tate/Sam Tate/Dave Berg)
I was coming to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E. Street Bridge
Followed me on to it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
Wouldn't need it anyway
He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed
He said, You know, I haven't always been this way
I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
And memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can't get through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments
I stood there tryin' to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all
Miss me when I'm gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Lookin' at me, lookin' down
I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know, I haven't always felt this way
I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right,
Could always see me through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments
I know somewhere 'round a trashcan fire tonight
That old man tells his story one more time
He says
I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there, wasn't scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Lookin' at me now you might not know it
Oh, lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments
I've had my moments
I've had my moments
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(Jeffrey Steele/Kip Rains/Craig Wiseman)
Barefoot walkin' on a white sand beach
Fishin' on a log in a backwoods creek
A baby in a month and a baby on her hip
And when I kiss her on her lips, it's all
Flowers and sunshine, spring rain in the summer time
And I swear I get so high on that sweet natural girl of mine
Sweet natural girl of mine
No matter how much she dresses it down
Turn every head, turn every head
As she walks through town
Slip off swimmin' in a creek somewhere
'Cause all my baby ever wears are those
Flowers and sunshine, spring rain in the summer time
And I swear I get so high on that sweet natural girl of mine
Sweet natural
My oh my, look at that girl
Standin' right there all natural
Walkin' through the garden, lettin' down her hair
Throwin' down a blanket and layin' right there
Flowers and sunshine
Yeah, flowers and sunshine, spring rain in the summer time
And I swear I get so high on that girl of mine
Flowers and sunshine, spring rain in the summer time
AndI swear I get so high on that sweet natural girl of mine
Sweet natural girl of mine, sweet natural girl of mine
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(Philip Douglas/Noah Gordon/Johnny Reid)
I put a for sale sign on the front of my truck
Said call anytime cause I'm always up
Make an offer, one that I won't refuse
I bought a one way ticket on a westbound plane
Four hours later I was wearing shades in California
Just hanging loose
I didn't pack one memory
And even though i'm free
I can go where I wanna go
Do what I wanna do
Be who I wanna be
But baby, you still own me
Say what I wanna say
Hear what I wanna hear
Dream what I wanna dream
But baby, you still own me
I was up all night cause I couldn't sleep
Instead of staring at the ceiling I hit the beach
Took a long walk, it didn't help me much
I sat down in the sand with a handful of shells
Kicked off my shoes while me myself and I watched
The sun come up
Looking out across the sea
It's finally dawned on me
(Repeat Chorus)
Maybe I'm not in your arms
(You own me)
But you still own my heart
(Repeat Chorus)
You still own me, yeah
You still own me
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(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dave Berg)
As long as I got me a couple of trees
To hang my hammock underneath
In a summer breeze
I'm a lucky man
As long as I got me a dream or two
And a little bit of faith that one day
They just might come true
I'm a lucky man
As long as I got this old guitar
I'll be
Johnny Cash in my backyard
Playin' for my biggest fan
You in your red sundress
Hair all down and legs all tan
'Long as you'll put up with me
I'll put the whole world in your hands
If you believe in me then I believe
I'm a lucky man
As long as they keep on makin' parts
For two-door eyesore made in America cars
I'm a lucky man
As long as I got me just enough gas
To get me down to the fishin' hole and back
Yeah, I'm a lucky man
As long as I got you by my side
I'll be
Ricky Rudd on highway nine
Drivin' with my biggest fan
You in your red sundress
Hair all down and legs all tan
As long as you'll put up with me
I'll put the whole world in your hands
If you believe in me then I believe
I'm a lucky man
As long as there's beer and barbeque
Football games and me and you
I'll be
The man in that photograph
Marryin' my biggest fan
You in your wedding dress
Hair all up and legs all tan
'Long as you'll put up with me
I'll put the whole world in your hands
If you believe in me then I believe
Yeah, if you believe in me then I believe
I'm a lucky man
I'm a lucky man
Ooh, I'm a lucky man
I'm a lucky man
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(Brian Maher/Jeremy Stover)
You don't put on a lot of makeup
You like to wear your hair pulled back
When the kids'll call, you come a runnin'
You always put yourself last
Most people would say...
You're an everyday woman
But you're everything to me
You are so beautiful
You're an angel I can see
And I'm going to love you
I'm going to love you
Everyday, woman
How do you juggle this busy life
And still have something left for me
I've asked God why I'm the lucky man
Who gets to live in your love's strength
Maybe to this world...
You're an everyday woman
But you're everything to me
You are so beautiful
You're an angel I can see
And I'm going to love you
I'm going to love you
Everyday, woman
And I'm going to love you
I'm going to love you
Everyday, woman
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(Brad Mates/Teddy Gentry/Josh Leo/Ronnie Rogers)
Kick my countrified soul
Well, I heard it on the radio
They're comin' back to town
Playin' at the Wilson County Fair
Put in my forty and some overtime
I think I'm overdue
You can bet your party boots that I'll be there
For some red-hot, real fast,
Chicken-pickin' turbo-grass
Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe
A little starlight, moonshine
Down home, party time
Turn it loose and let it go
And kick my countrified soul
The band is a pumpin'
The singer's got the crowd
Crazy and dancin' in the aisles
There ain't nobody sittin'
Got their hands up in the air
There's a couple shakin'
Like the girls gone wild
For some red-hot, real fast,
Chicken-pickin' turbo-grass
Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe
A little starlight, moonshine
Down home, party time
Turn it loose and let it go
And kick my countrified
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Mama's tuned in to the radio
Everybody's in the backyard, what do ya know
Singin' Walk This Way to the Cotton Eyed Joe
New York City, Cleveland, Boston
Carolina, L.A., Austin
Doesn't matter where you're from
Everybody needs
A little starlight, moonshine
Down home, party time
Turn it loose and let it go
And kick my countrified
Red-hot, real fast,
Chicken-pickin' turbo-grass
Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe
A little starlight, moonshine
Down home, party time
Turn it loose and let it go
Kick my countrified soul
Kick, kick my countrified soul
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(Keith Follese/Michael White/Wade Kirby)
This town has only seven roads
And only three stoplights
I'm finding out that there's not much room
For a memory to hide
Can't seem to find a single place
That you and me ain't been
It's like pieces of our love have covered every inch
I used to love this little town so much
But it'll never be the way that it was
Chorus:
'Cause we've painted too much of this town
If I was gonna stay here I'd have to burn it down
Not a sidewalk or a street sign
A building I can (could) pass by
Or a corner that I can go around
'Cause we've painted too much of this town
There's a soccer field behind the school
Where we shared our first kiss
That little shop on College Street
Where you bought that red dress
That rooftop is where we watched that summer sun come up
That window in that jewelry store
We saw we were in love
Yeah, everything around here stays the same
And I wish to God it never would have changed
(Repeat Chorus)
I gotta leave it all behind me
(This town)
There's just too much to remind me
'Cause we've painted too much of this town
If I was gonna stay here I'd have to burn it down
Not a sidewalk or a street sign
A building I can (could) pass by
Or a corner that I can go around
'Cause we've painted
Yeah, we've painted too much of this town
Yeah, too much of this town
Oh, too much of this town
Too much of this town
There's only seven roads
Too much of this town
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(Brad Mates/Danick Dupelle/Keith Follese/Adrienne Follese)
I was only twelve years old
The day was warm, my heart went cold
Mama said, your daddy's gone
Son, you're gonna have to grow up fast
The two of us is all we have
I need you to be strong
That's the day a boy became a man
Every broken road and stepping stone
Has made me who I am
I learned to love, I learned to cry
And even how to say goodbye
And I'm still trying to understand
How a boy became a man
She was only seventeen
The prettiest girl I'd ever seen
On a blanket underneath the stars
By the river we got swept away
In just one night my whole life changed
We should have never gone that far
That's the day a boy became a man
Every broken road and stepping stone
Has made me who I am
I learned to love, I learned to laugh
How to give someone all I have
And I'm still trying to understand
How a boy became a man
On the day we swore our love
In front of God and everyone
That's the day a boy became a man
With an angel walking by my side
And a baby in my hand
I learned to laugh, I learned to cry
And just be thankful for this life
And I think I finally understand
How a boy becomes a man
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(feat. Charlie Daniels)
(John Crain/Charlie Daniels/William J. DiGregorio/Fred Edwards/Charles
Hayward/James Marshall)
The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, boy, let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it, boy
I'm a fiddle player, too
And if you'd care to take a dare
Well, I'll make a bet with you
Now, you play pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you
The boy said, my name's Johnny
And it just might be a sin
But I'll take this bet, you're gonna regret,
I'm the best that's ever been
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Hell broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals his cards
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
And if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case
And he said, I'll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow
When he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded somethin' like this
Here we go
When the devil finished
Johnny said, well, you're pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done
Chorus:
Fire on the mountain
Run, boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite?
No, child, no
Well, the devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, devil, come on back
If you ever want to try again
Well, I told you once, you son of a gun
I'm the best that's ever been
(Repeat chorus)
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