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Keith Anderson




Альбом Keith Anderson


Three Chord Country And American Rock & Roll (03.05.2005)
03.05.2005
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Yeah...
How 'bout a little fiddle?
That sounds good

Cut of Wranglers an' bikini's on the Rarrow(?) Bridge
Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again
When the sun is settin' we head down to the beer barn
Grab a couple keggers then we roll out to the farm
Where's the band now?

Park our pick-ups in a circle
Let the tailgates down
Laugh while everybody's gettin' drunk as Cooter Brown
Crankin' everything from Brooks & Dunn to Areosmith
Out here in the country that's the way we get our kicks

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all
In everything we do
Got our own kind of laid back livin'
If you don't mind
Thank you
We love the kind of music
You can feel down in your soul
Give us Three Chord Country
And American Rock & Roll

We like to pick our guitars with the neighbors all night long
Sip on Granny's moonshine as we sing Bocephus songs
Listen to ol' Grandad preach about Red, White, An' Blue
An' how he kicked
Hitler's ass in 1942

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all
In everything we do
Got our own kind of laid back livin'
If you don't mind
Thank you
We love the kind of music
You can feel down in your soul
Give us Three Chord Country
And American Rock & Roll

Old dogs
An' watermelon wine
Does us just fine
Little pink houses
An' I walk the line
It doesn't take much
Ta' have ourselves a good time

Yeah...
Like ta' keep in simple y'all
In everything we do
Got our own kind of laid back livin'
If you don't mind
Thank you
We love the kind of music
You can feel down in your soul
Give us Three Chord Country
And American Rock & Roll

Yeah...
Give Three Chord Country...
And American Rock & Roll...
Tell me now...
Does fortworth ever cross your mind, now darling
I'm wanted dead or alive...

. . .


Same Saturday night, same ol' crowd
Draggin' Main to the Safeway then turn back around
'Til curfew and then head down to the river's edge and get drunk
Ain't nothing new what else you gonna do out in Podunk

Well I knew this six-string was my ticket out
No flashin' red light was gonna slow me down
18 years old everything that I owned in the back of that truck
I put a dip in my mouth and I headed straight out outta Podunk

1st Chorus:
Goodgye, daddy looked me in the eye said go where you gotta go
But don't forget to call home
And momma cried keep Jesus in your life and I hugged her one last time
And then I headed down the roadin a dusty cloud of smoke
Out of Podunk

Bridge:
A lot of years gone by showin' on my face
Nothing in this life that time hasn't changed
I chased a lot of dreams and some of them came true
Ain't it funny how the very place I ran from is the place I'm runnin' to

Another Saturday night singin' to the same ol' crowd
Still playin this six-string but things are different nowI met one
of those girls turn your whole world around girls
And wouldn't you know it
We got our eyes on a house 'bout a hundred miles south
Out in Podunk

2nd Chorus:
Goodbye, her daddy looked me in the eye
And said go where you gotta go son but don't forget to call home
And her momma cried sadi keep Jesus in your life and we hugged her one last time
Then we headed down the road to start a family of our own
Out in Podunk

Repeat 2nd Chorus 2x

. . .


Ay, ay, ay ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.)
Ay, ay, ay ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.)
Ay, ay, ay ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.)
Ay, ay, ay ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.)

You should see her every mornin',
In my faded flannel shirt.
Wearin' her Big Bear slippers:
She's so sexy that it hurts.
And when I take her to the city,
You should see her turnin' heads.
They never seen nothin' so pretty,
She can't help but knock 'em dead, yeah, yeah.

She got a kiss that burns me down.
She got a touch that makes me come unwound.
She got a smile that knocks me to the ground:
My baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Ay, ay, ay ay.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)

She's the perfect combination,
Of Ginger and Mary Anne.
Down home sophistication:
Ain't no lines in her tan, no.
Sometimes she likes to hear Sinatra,
Sometimes ZZ Top.
But if you crank the Cucaracha. (Cucaracha.)
She'll dance until you, she'll dance until you drop.

She got a kiss that burns me down.
She got a touch that makes me come unwound.
She got a smile that knocks me to the ground:
My baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around, yeah.

No, I don't think God ever,
Never made anything better.

She got a kiss that burns me down.
She got a touch that makes me come unwound.
She got a smile that knock me to the ground:
My baby got the kinda love.

She got a kiss that burns me down.
She got a touch that makes me come unwound.
She got a smile that knocks me to the ground:
My baby got the kinda love a man;
You know, my baby got the kinda love a man;
Yeah, my baby got the kinda love a man can wrap around.

Oh yow, wow, wow.
Wrap a-wrap around.
Ay, ay, ay, yow, yow.

Wrap around, wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Wrap around, wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Wrap around, wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Wrap around, wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Yeah, yeah.

Do it!.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Ay, ay, ay ay. (Wrap around, wrap around.)
(Wrap around, wrap around.)
Wrap around, wrap around.
(Wrap around, wrap around.)

(Wrap around, wrap around.)
(Wrap around, wrap around.)

. . .


Well Momma was exhausted after she had me,
it took two nurses to hold me, one nurse to slap me.
Doctor turned to momma and shook his head,
whiped the sweat off his brow, and then he said ,
"This boy is way off the charts, as far as I can tell,
ooo bpppp momma he's a double X L!"

By second grade I was 5' 2"!
By fifth grade I was wearing a size 12 shoe!
In eighth grade I was shopping at the, Big and Tall,
and the coaches had me playing High School football.
Uncle Roy said "Boy you'll make the NFL!
ooo bbppp son, you're a double XL!"

Double XL, Double XL!
Dont call me on the phone just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL Double XL!
Im a lean, mean, love machine that likes to be held,
ooo bbbppp baby Im a double XL!

Here we go!

Country cuties in Texas,
string bikinis in Florida,
Barbie Dolls driving Lexus, out in California.
A skinny little pretty boy aint what they wanna hold,
they want a real man with meat on his bones!
I'll yank their Yankees, ring their Southern Belles,
they say "ooo bbbppp we love a double XL!"

(Chorus)

Double XL solo!

Well double XL double XL
Dont call me on the phone just ring my dinner bell!
Double XL, double XL!
Im a lean mean love machine that likes to be held,
ooo bppp baby Im a double XL!
Well if you ahve any doubts
you can see for yourself,
why all the girls love a double XL
ooo bppp yeah Im a double XL!

YEAAAH!

Oh boy!

Triple XL too!

. . .


hey baby, what you doing this evening
can you meet me down at the railroad tracks?
i got Tom Petty playin' in my Silverado
and a iced-down six pack

hey daisy, don't you worry about your momma
like 007, we can keep it covert
undercover, on the ground by the water
gonna get a little piece, on earth

*chorus*
i say, baby, what you say we go pickin' wildflowers
got a spot way back in the woods
we'll sneak away for a couple of hours
you and me baby, pickin' wildflowers

hey baby, mother nature is waiting
and loves blooming like a cherry tree
lets buzz around, maybe do some pollinating
yeah, dive in like honey bees

*chorus*
baby, what you say we go pickin' wildflowers
got a spot way back in the woods
we'll sneak away for a couple of hours
you and me baby... pickin' wildflowers

take a trail ride, if you know what i mean
hey baby, won't you come with me

*chorus*
what you say we go pickin' wild flowers
got a spot way back in the woods
we'll sneak away for a couple of hours
spend a little time, pickin' wildflowers

what you say we go pickin' wildflowers
got a spot way back in the woods
sneak away for a couple of hours
you and me baby, you and me baby

hell ya, pickin' wildflowers

what you say we go, what you say we go
what you say we go, what you say we go
pickin' wildflowers ...pickin' wild flowers

. . .


Fin'lly got over that song of ours; stopped chasin' little red sports cars,
To check the license plates an' back wood drivin' by your place.
Back makin' the rounds at our old haunts: Honky Tonks, restaurants.
An' seein' some of our old friends: it feels good to dance again.
An' I can fin'lly smell your perfume an' not look around the room for you.
An' I can walk right by your picture in a frame an' not feel a thing.

But when I hear your name,
I feel rain fallin' right out of the blue sky.
An' it's the fifth of May, an' I'm right there starin' in your eyes.
An' nothin's changed, an' we're still same.
An' I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss,
An' I'm hangin' on to every word rollin' off of your lips:
An' that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place,
Every time I hear your name.

Got someone special in my life: everyone thinks she'd make a great wife.
Dad says he thinks she's the one: reminds him of Mom when she was young,
But it's way too soon to be talkin 'bout rings; don't wanna rush into anything.
She's getting over someone too, kinda like me an' you.
An' she talks about him every once in a while, an' I just nod my head an' smile,
'Cause I know exactly what she's goin' through: yeah, I've been there too.

An' when the conversation turns to you,
I get caught in a "you were the only one for me",
Kinda thought, an' your face is all that I see.
I know I can't go back when I still go back.
An' there we are, a point down by the riverside,
An' I'm in your arms about to make love for the first time,
An' that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place,
Every time I hear your name.

So I'm thinkin' 'bout the words I left unsaid.
(Every time I hear your name.)
Stop tryin' the change the things I can't change.
(Every time I hear your name.)
In my heart I know you're gone, but in my head,

I feel rain fallin' right out of the blue sky.
An' it's the fifth of May, an' I'm right there starin' in your eyes.
That's all it takes, an' I'm in that place.
An' there we are, a point down by the riverside,
An' I'm in your arms about to make love for the first time.
An' I can't explain, but I'm in that place,
Every time I hear your name.
Every time I hear your name.
(Every time I hear your name.)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
(Every time I hear your name.)
Ah ah.
Every time I hear your name.

. . .


Red lipstick on my blue collar.
An' her number in Maybelline black eye liner.
Written on a napkin in my back pocket.
She found it right there right before she washed it.
Well, I started back-steppin', stumblin', stutterin',
Tellin' her where I'd been an' how she was just a friend.
She said: "You know I know that ain't the truth,
"But if that's the story you're stickin' to."

Well, you can stick it where the sun don't shine,
Gonna take her advice an' hitch me a ride.
We'll drive back to that waterin' hole,
Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:
Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
Under that neon light.
Gonna take my sorry behind,
An stick it where the sun don't shine.
Have me a good time.

Got a call from Woodrow.
"Hey, bro, you're wardrobe's throwed all over the lawn."
"There's a lot of black smoke comin' from your bass boat,
"An' your ol' lady's cussin' an' a-carryin' on."
So I told Woodrow: "Put her on the cell 'phone."
He said: "I can't bro, she's got me in a choke hold.
"Doin' that tie, bro, I think she broke my elbow."
"Hello? Woodrow? Hello?
"Oh, is that you, baby? Do what?"

She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine."
Gonna take her advice an' stay all night.
Sit back down at this waterin' hole,
Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:
Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
Under that neon light.
Gonna take my sorry behind,
An stick it where the sun don't shine.
An' have me a good time.

She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine."
Gonna take her advice an' stay all night.
Sit back down at this waterin' hole,
Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:
Suck a little salt 'n lime, (Suck a little salt 'n lime.)
Under that neon light.
Gonna take my sorry behind,
An stick it where the sun don't shine.
An' have me a good time.

(She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine.")
(I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.)
Stick it where the sun don't shine.
(Sit back down at this waterin' hole,)
(Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:)
Hey, bartender, want you to pour me another one,
An' make it real strong.

(She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine.")
(I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.)
I bet ol' Woodrow should be here any minute now.
He's gonna need one too.

(Sit back down at this waterin' hole,)
(Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:)
Ah hell, just bring me the whole bottle,
Looks like I'm gonna be here a while.

(She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine.")
(I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.)
There's Woodrow now.
Oh, damn man, that looks bad.

(Sit back down at this waterin' hole,)
(Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:)
Whoo! Your elbow supposed to bend that way?

(She said: "Stick it where the sun don't shine.")
(I'm gonna take her advice an' stay all night.)
Hey brother, did you get all my clothes?
I might need a place to stay to stay for a while.

(Sit back down at this waterin' hole,)
(Where the cold beer flows an' the Cuervo's gold:)
She's damn tough, ain't she?

Stick it where the sun don't shine,
Yeah.

. . .


Well, I heard that you met somebody,
An' I heard that the wedding was nice.
Well, it happened kinda sudden,
Hey, but true love doesn't have to think about them kinda things twice.
Now you got your man an' right on your hand is that 2.2 Marquis.
Now for me, it looks like Plan B.

Well, I won't say the news didn't shock me,
That it didn't kinda take me by surprise,
'Cause you'd headed out west to find yourself,
An' you found yourself some guy.
Now you'd always said that we'd be wed by the time you were twenty-three.
Now for me, it looks like Plan B.

Well, I gotta be strong, I gotta be tough,
Gotta believe that I'm man enough,
To chalk it all up to "it never was meant to be".
Yeah, it's gonna be hard but I've gotta begin,
To dust off my dreams an' dream 'em again,
'Cause I've gotta crazy to think you still love me:
(Ahhh.)
So that means just me and old Plan B.

Well, at first I thought: "Hell, it doesn't matter.
"I'd give it a year at best."
But then somebody told me you were startin' to show,
An' they had to let out your weddin' dress.
Hell, man I can hear that door slam from LA all the way to Big D,
Leavin' me with ol' Plan B, yeah.

Well, I gotta be strong, I gotta be tough,
Gotta believe that I'm man enough,
To chalk it all up to "it never was meant to be".
Yeah, it's gonna be hard but I've gotta begin,
To dust off my dreams an' dream 'em again,
'Cause I gotta crazy to think you still love me:
(Ahhh.)
So that means just me and old Plan B.
Yeah, that means it's just me an' ol' Plan B.
Plan B.

Oh, Goodbye.
Plan B.
Oh yeah, yeah.

. . .


Common baby…
The alarm goes off and I smell the morning coffee
I hear your shower running, here goes another day
So I get up, pull back the shower curtain,
Climb on in baby, let it rain

Yeah, I got a million things to do and I know you do too
Call your boss, I’ll call mine, got some lovin’ that’s overdue
Follow me, take my hand, the bed’s still warm
Leave this busy world outside and get lazy with your love

Lazy with your love
Let’s take all day, we’re in no rush
You’re amazing when we touch,
You drive me crazy
When I get lazy with your love

The sunlight through the window dances on your skin,
My fingers memorize your body and I fall in love again
You look deep inside of me and I realize
That everything I’ll ever need is in your eyes

And I get lazy with your love
Let’s take all day, we’re in no rush
You’re amazing when we touch
You drive me crazy when I get lazy with your love

And I get lazy with your love
Let’s take all day we’re in no rush
You’re amazing when we touch
You drive me crazy
When I get crazy with your love

And I get lazy. Oooooh yeah.

. . .


My brother's got a black an' white picture
With numbers 'cross his chest
An' he'll do 15 years if his behavior stays at it's best
He took the blame to save his best friends name
When a job that went bad down in Birmingham
Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man

Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand
But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold
But The Clothes Don't Make The Man

Designer names
Rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man

They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king
You don't even own a home
You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet
Stripped of his pride
He was crucified
On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands
But he rose from the grave in 3 days
Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man

Designer names
Rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man

Designer names
Rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man

They don't make the man
They don't make the man
They don't make the man
Woo...
Yeah...
Whoa, don't make the man
Don't make the man, yeah
Ohh...
Yeah-eahh...

. . .


From town to town, an' job to job,
Livin' in cars 'n parkin' lots.
A good hot meal an' a place to sleep,
Are things you miss when you're chasin' dreams.
Playin' bars for tips in a jar,
Middle of nowhere County Fairs.
Talent shows, rodeos: any old stage with a microphone.
For a chance to sing, I'd do anything,
An' it feels like I've lost everything.
I just gotta believe it's down that road somewhere,
'Cause I'll know when I get there, yeah.

Callin' cards in old payphones.
Momma cries: "When you comin' home.
"Do you need any money? Are you sure?
"Are you eatin' well? Are you goin' to Church?"
"GAC, CMT:
"We still ain't seen you on TV.
"We keep turnin' on that radio,
"Still wantin' to hear them songs you wrote.
"Dad wants to know all the stars you met.
"Do you ever see Dolly? Are you famous yet?"
I just say: "Momma, keep me in your prayers:
"And I'll know when I get there."

I don't know if it's worth it.
And I don't know if I'm good enough.
All I know is I'm givin' it all I've got.
And I'll know when I get there.

From town to town, an' job to job,
Livin' in cars 'n parkin' lots.
A good hot meal an' a place to sleep,
Are things you miss when you're chasin' dreams.
It's hard to tell just where you're at,
When you're lookin' for somethin' that ain't on a map.
I just gotta believe it's down that road somewhere,
And I'll know when I get there.
I'll know when I get there.
I'll know when I get there.
Yeah, oh, when I get there.

(I'll know when I get there.)
From town to town, an' job to job,
Livin' in cars on parkin' lots.
Yeah. Ooh ooh.

(I'll know when I get there, get there.)
Ooh ooh. (Get there.)
(I'll know when I get there, get there.)
Ooh ooh. (Get there.)

(I'll know when I get there, get there.)
From town to town, an' job to job,
Good hot meal an' a place to sleep.

(I'll know when I get there.)
When I get there.

. . .


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