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Trace Adkins
Trace Adkins


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Настоящее имя Tracy Darrell Adkins
Дата рождения 13 января 1962 г.
Откуда Springhill, Louisiana, USA
Жанры Country
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Capitol Nashville Records
Show Dog-Universal Music
См. также 38 Special
Toby Keith
Jamey Johnson
Randy Houser
Blake Shelton
Ronnie Milsap
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Альбом Trace Adkins


Cowboy's Back in Town (17.08.2010)
17.08.2010
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Don't Mind If I Don't (feat. Trailer Choir)
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Happy Man (Deluxe Edition bonus track)
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Between the Rainbows and the Rain (Deluxe Edition bonus track)
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Pictures on Mantles (Deluxe Edition bonus track)
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Hillbilly Bone (featuring Blake Shelton; Deluxe Edition bonus track)
. . .


Bobby Joe and Betty have a real nice farm.
Everybody knows that they work real hard.
Bobby Joe sweating in the noon day sun.
Betty's right beside him til the works all done.
But every now and then they get a strong desire,
to climb up in the hay and set the barn on fire.

(Chorus)
Now the hay needs hauling, the hogs need slop.
The corn needs cuttin but the tractor's stopped.
They're climbing up the latter, clear to the loft.
Shucking those dirty old work clothes off.
Singing, brown chicken, brown cow...
Ain't nobody watching but the, brown chicken, brown cow...
Singing brown chicken, brown cow...
Ain't nobody watching but the, brown chicken, brown cow...

Black crow sittin on the weather vane.
He can see 'em coming from a mile away.
He's caw caw calling out a loud alarm.
saying Bobby Joe and Betty's heading for the barn.
Now the chicken's stopped pecking and the cow won't eat.
They're fighting each other for a front row seat.

Repeat Chorus

Singing brown chicken, brown cow...
Ain't nobody watching but the brown chicken, brown cow.
Singing brown chicken, brown cow...
Ain't nobody watching but the brown chicken, brown cow.

Brown chicken, brown cow

Repeat Chorus

. . .


Spoken: “Ah, dearly beloved,
We’re gathered up in here today to join in holy monogomony
This here feller and this ol’ gal that he brought with him.”

The weddin’ chapel couldn’t get more packed
The love birds were dressed in white and black
The preacher turned to the groom and asked
him to skip the ring on her left hand
He turned to his best man and said

Hold my beer
This won’t take long
And I want it back
And I don’t want it gone
I trust ya, buddy, here
Hold my beer

Spoken: “I now pronounce you, ‘Ya’ll’.”

They cut the cake and they poured champagne
They macarana’d and formed a train
But it crashed right into the groom’s old flame
As she came crashin’ in
The new bride just kinda grinned and said

Hold my beer
This won’t take long
And I want it back
And I don’t want it gone
I trust ya, honey, here
Hold my beer

When the catfight broke up
The band broke into some Haggard and Hank and some Cash
When somebody’s cousin that nobody knew
Yelled, “What’s with this hillbilly crap?”
You could’ve heard a pin drop
And then

Hold my beer
This won’t take long
And I want it back
And I don’t want it gone
Somebody,
Hold my beer
This won’t take long
And I want it back
And I don’t want it gone
I trust ya, buddy, here
Hold my beer

Spoken: “Yeah, no, no just hold it.
No, I wasn’t givin’ it for you to drink.
No. It’s gone now.
Never ask the preacher to hold your beer.”

. . .


Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend
Monday morning shes back at work with a smile on her face again
They ask but she don't tell shes keeping him to her self

Chorus:
He rolls in like a southwest wind hot off of the plains
She needs the love he brings like the desert needed rain
This high rise life shes living is beginning to get her down
But its all better now cause her cowboys back in town

So far the way things are works for both of them
Hes tried time after time to take her home with him
She says one day she might and it might be tonight

Chorus:
He rolls in like a southwest wind hot off the plains
She needs the love he brings like the desert needed rain
This high rise life shes living is beginning to get her down
But its all better now cause her cowboys back in town
Back in town

Its getting harder to be apart cause that cowboy owns her heart

Chorus:
He rolls in like a southwest wind hot off the plains
She needs the love he brings like the desert needed rain
This high rise life shes living is beginning to get her down
But its all better now... so much better now... its all better now
Cause her cowboys back in town
The cowboys back in town

Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend
Monday morning comes rolling back around... she wont be coming in

. . .


Well my heart didn't skip a beat when I saw you standing there lookin' like some kinda angel like you were walking on air and the earth didn't move when you first said my name I didn't feel a thing no not me my heart didn't skip a beat

this ain't no love song I just felt like getting my guitar on and singing a tune singing about you yeah feeling good and tapping my shoes and all this stuff I'm making up well you probably wont be hearing it on the radio but then you never know so baby if you want you can sing along but this ain't no love song

I couldn't sleep last night but you weren't on my mind and I went for a drive last night but if you saw me driving by I must have took a wrong turn must have been thinking something else had a melody in my head yeah maybe that's why I couldn't sleep last night

this ain't no love song I just felt like getting my guitar on and singing a tune singing about you yeah feeling good and tapping my shoes and all this stuff I'm making up well you probably won't be hearing it on the radio but you then you never know so baby if you want you can sing along but this ain't no love song

love song love song sing it to you baby sing it to you baby all night long

. . .


I was flippin’ through the channels
A lazy Sunday afternoon
Caught the race in Talladega
Comin’ round lap twenty-two
When the fella in the blue car
Gave the red car a little tap
Then a rainbow of colors
Went flippin’ down the track
In what hat announcer called a spectacular crash
(And I thought)

Well hell, I can do that
What’s the big deal?
Hit a wall in a ball of fire requires no skill
A hundred thousand fans
Screamin’ in the stands
He gets a bag full of cash
To drive in circles and crash
Hell, I can do that

While they were under caution
I switched it back to the football game
My team was losin’
Coach was hangin’ his head in shame
Then they gave thirty-two the football
And he hit the hole fast
Between him and the goal line
Wasn’t nothin’ but grass
Then he tripped on his own two feet
Fell flat on his back

(And I said)

Well, hell, I can do that
Man, what’s the big deal
If all they want is stumbling’, fumblin’ skills
A hundred thousand fans
Screamin’ in the stands
He gets a bag full of cash
To sit out the second half
Hell, I can do that

Well I must have dozed off
I woke up with my baby next to me
Remote in her hand, tears in her eyes from a movie
A romantic comedy, starring Matthew McConaughey
Oh hell baby, I can do that
I don’t see the big deal
Kiss a girl, save the world and the monster ain’t even real
He just takes off his shirt
Stuntman does the work
He gets a boat load of cash, for a quick shot of his ass
Hell, I can do that

Might need to wax my back
But hell, I can do that

. . .


I was on my way home
Been thinkin' 'bout you all day long
And how good it was gonna be
With your arms around me

And I saw that detour sign
Said they closed down 929
Gonna make me an hour late
Ain't nothin' more I hate
Yeah, a little bit of missin' you
Goes a long, long way

I can't imagine not always havin'
Your sweet lovin' makin' my day
Without you, baby, I'd go crazy
And this world could be a lonely place
Oh, a little bit of missin' you
Goes a long, long way

When I finally got to you, girl
It felt like the weight of the world
Had been lifted off my back
Your one touch does all that
Yeah, and a little bit of missin' you
Goes a long, long, long, long, long, long way

I can't imagine not always havin'
Your sweet lovin' makin' my day
Without you, baby, I'd go crazy
And this world would be a lonely place
Oh, a little bit of missin' you
Goes a long, long way

That's right
I can't take but a little bit
Of missin' you

Now I'll do what I have to do
To spend my life lovin' you
'Cause I know in my heart
We were never meant to be apart

Yeah, and it's so good to be kissin' you
Oh, honey, a little bit of missin' you
Goes a long, long, long, long way

I was on my way home

. . .


on the last day the sun begins to rise
to paint a path across the mornin' sky
oh, i will still love you

and when the wind breathes it's final breath
and ev'ry drop of rain's called back to where it's kept
yes, i will still love you

when the last star burns out
and the moon shines no more
someday when the ocean
turns it's back on the shore
and heaven is the only place
we can runnnnnnn to
yes, i will still love you

the last time this world spins around
that moment after time runs out
baby, i will still love you

solo:

when the last star burns out
and the moon shines no more
someday when the ocean
turns it's back on the shore
and heaven is the only place
we can runnnnnnn to
girl, i will still love you

yes, i will still love you

. . .


Got a little shade, got a little sun
Got a long list of things to get done
Too bad
So sad

Got a little swing out on the porch
Old dog pantin' by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch

I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed to leave
When you're lookin' like that?

Ohh, I keep thinkin' I might stay here
By your side and watch the green grass grow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got places to be, people I need to see
Girl, I really should go

But don't mind if I don't
(Don't, don't mind)
Hope you don't mind if I don't
(Don't mind if I don't)

Got a little job, got a little box
Come tomorrow mornin', you will be ticked off
But that's alright
It ain't your first time

Got mail in the mailbox spillin' in the ditch
It's nothin' but bills and we ain't rich
So they'll have to wait
Probably already late

I got you here next to me
Rubbin' up against me in your cut-off jeans
Tell me, baby, how am I supposed to leave
When you're lookin' that way?

Hey, hey, I keep thinkin' I might stay here
By your side and watch the green grass grow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got places to be, people I need to see
Girl, I really should go

But don't mind if I don't
(I don't mind if you don't)
Hope you don't mind if I don't
(Yeah, I don't mind if you don't)

Fence needs fixin', yard needs mowin'
(Yard needs mowin')
Hear the cell phone ringin', should I pick it up?

Don't mind if I don't
Hope you don't mind if I don't

Don't, don't mind if I don't
(Don't do nothin' but sip sweet tea)
(Thinkin' if she's lookin' back at me)
Hope you don't mind if I don't
...

Don't, don't mind if I don't
(Don't do nothin' I'm supposed to do)
(Maybe later break out the inflatable pool)
Hope you don't mind if I don't
(Sippin' somethin' wild for an hour)
Don't, don't mind if I don't

(Two, three, four)
Hope you don't mind if I don't
(Baby, all day long)

Don't mind if I don't
(I don't mind, you don't mind)
(She don't mind, he don't mind)
Hope you don't mind if I don't

(I don't mind, you don't mind)
(She don't mind, he don't mind)
Don't mind if I don't
(I don't mind, you don't mind)
(She don't mind, he don't mind)
Hope you don't mind if I don't

I don't mind, you don't mind
She don't mind, he don't mind
I don't mind, you don't mind
She don't mind, he don't mind
I don't mind, you don't mind
She don't mind, he don't mind

Got a little shade, got a little sun
Got a long list of things to get done
Too bad

. . .


She wore a pink 'Bama do-rag
Smackin' on Juicy Fruit
Red clay stickin'
To her Timberland boots
A tight white t-shirt
Showin' off her Talledega tan
I said darlin' where you from
She said, watch your tongue
Do you really have to ask

[Chorus:]
I'm from Ala-Freakin-Bama
Ala-Freakin-Bama
Tell me what's it to ya
Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama

I said slow down sister
Don't mean to make you mad
I grew up on Skynyrd
And I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow
Baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do
I think it's kinda cute
The way you say it with pride
When you say

Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
From her boots to her bandana
She screams Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama

I can roll with the flow
Baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do
I actually think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride
Say it for me baby

Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Baby, open of a can of Ala-Freakin-Bama,
Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama

[Repeat last chorus]

. . .


Ooh, yeah, yeah

I saw an angel fall from grace
When I was just eighteen
With lipstick on her cigarette
And fire on both wings

She never even looked back
As she spiraled toward the ground
Against the red of that summer sky
While the song was goin' down

Hummin' that old Tom Petty song
She wanted me to break her fall

I was a long haired country boy
Turned her on that an outlaw knows it's her
Lettin' go was mostly all my fault

On the backseat of my Chevrolet
And the best Plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall

She used me like a razor-blade
To cut the ties that bind
Freed herself from daddy's world
Got tangled up in mine

It caught her by surprise
When she found herself in love
Found out 2 weeks on ... creek
This wouldn't be enough

With a long haired country boy
Turned her on that an outlaw knows it's her
Lettin' go was mostly all my fault

'Cause on the backseat of my Chevrolet
And the best Plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall

Yeah, that's right
And I was a long haired country boy
Turned you on that an outlaw knows and
Lettin' go, well, baby, that was all my fault

'Cause on the backseat of my Chevrolet
And the best Plan B that Detroit made
She wanted me to break her fall
Yeah, to break her fall

I saw an angel fall from grace
When I was just eighteen

. . .


Every now and then you gotta take it on the chin
And gotta turn the other cheek
But then there's times your old stubborn pride
Don't back down so easily

And you got no choice but to let your voice
Be heard and hold your ground
And that's the point that he'll get the point
And you'll probably back down

But if he bolts up and steps across that line
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Yeah, I let it slide when the liquored up guy
Asked me, "Boy, what you lookin' at?"
And I kept my cool when the reckless fool
Put a dent in my Cadillac

And I don't care if my long hair
Draws stares the way it does
As long as you ain't throwin' sticks and stones
You'd probably be alright 'cause

I'll take the high road if I can out of a bind
But you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with that little girl of mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Hmm, that's right
Yeah, you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

. . .

Happy Man

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. . .


It's good to hear your voice after all this time
I've been told I'm hard to find
It's raining here but I'm keeping dry
And for me that's doing good

To tell the truth there ain't much to know
I've dealt some cards and I've rodeo'd
But I haven't found that pot of gold
Like I said I would

Between the high lines and the fence posts
The interstate and the dirt roads
No matter how the wind blows I hear your name

Out of all the things I've done that I regret
There's only one I'd like to change
Out here between the rainbows and the rain

I spent last month in Santa Fe
I heard your daddy passed away
And I should've called your momma
To say how sorry that I am

Well I don't think I'll be coming back
Spent too long so I guess that's that
It's nice to know that you still ask about me now and then

Between the high lines and the fence posts
The interstate and the dirt roads
No matter how the wind blows I hear your name

Out of all the things I've done that I regret
There's only one I'd like to change
Out here between the rainbows and the rain
Out here between the rainbows and the rain

. . .

Pictures on Mantles

[Нет текста]

. . .


Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here
Yeah I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Connway Twitty
Don't know nothing about grits and greens
Never been south of Queens
But he flew down here on a business trip
I took him honky tonkin' and that was it
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Nah, you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks
With an F-150 and a 30-06,
Or have a bubba in the family tree
To get on down with me
All you need is an open mind
If it fires you up you gotta let it shine
When it feels so right that it cant be wrong
Come on, come on, come on

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

(Instrumental)

Come on y'all

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone bone
Hillbilly done ba-bone ba-bone bone

. . .


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