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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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X: Ten (25.11.2008)
25.11.2008
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Back as far as I remember Mama always worried about me
Ya See Mama knew my taste in women
She'd say whatever you do, boy find you one that's sweet
Mama I finally found one that I'd like you to meet

She's sweet like a Cadillac
Sweet like a stack of hard cash
Sweet like the diamond bling
Dangling down from her belly button ring
She's sweet like a handful of aces
Tattoos in secret places
Mama can't you see she's sweet

No mama she ain't into ironing
And she ain't one to scrub the house and clean
no Mama she couldn't boil a pot of water
So she won't need non of Grandma's recipes
But mama don't you worry none
She's taking real good care of me

She's sweet like a Cadillac
Sweet like a stack of hard cash
Sweet like the diamond bling
Dangling down from her belly button ring
She's sweet like a handful of aces
Tattoos in secret places
Mama can't you see she's sweet

She's sweet like a Cadillac
Sweet like a stack of hard cash
Sweet like the diamond bling
Dangling down from her belly button ring
She's sweet like a handful of aces
Tattoos in secret places
She's sweetr like a Hollywood dream
7,7,7 on a slot machine
She's sweet

. . .


So many close calls, dodging reckin' balls
They're ain't appeared for, I didn't fall through
Girl, there's no tellin' how, I ever made it out
And lived to talk 'bout the reckless things I use to do
Or to tell the truth

I shouldn't be alive, I've seen the other side
All I can say is, I'm just happy to be here
Wrapped in your lovin' arms just like an answered prayer
There's a God out there and I'm just happy to be here
Happy to be here

Baby, when I see your face, I'm in a better place
Girl, I'm so blown away that heaven came down to me
How'd I get so lucky?

I shouldn't be alive, I've seen the other side
All I can say is I'm just happy to be here
Wrapped in your lovin' arms just like an answered prayer
There's a God out there and I'm just happy to be here
Right with you baby, for the rest of my life

I'm happy to be here for the rest of my life
Right with you baby

I shouldn't be alive, I've seen the other side
All I can say is I'm just happy to be here
Wrapped in your lovin' arms just like an answered prayer
There's a God out there and I'm just happy to be here
Happy to be here for the rest of my life

. . .


It was a home run when the game was tied
A pick up truck when I could drive
One pink line when katie said I'm late
It was a passing grade, a pretty girl
All the money in the world
What mattered then kept changing every day

But when I bow my head tonight
There'll be no me myself and I
Just watch my wife and kids please lord
That's all I ask for any more

Now a days it's crazy how
A passing storm, a siren sound
Can make me drop it all and pick up the phone
To hear her say that all's okay is all I need to know these days
Can't wait to see their faces when I get home

And when I bow my head tonight
There'll be no me myself and I
Just watch my wife and kids please lord
That's all I ask for any more

Let 'em outlive me by a hundred years
Let their laughter dry up all their tears
Let 'em love and be loved back like I have been

When I bow my head tonight
There'll be no me myself and I
Just watch my wife and kids please lord
That's all I ask for any more

That's all that matters anymore

. . .


I remember when kissing you would take all night
Love was new back then, the moment was always right
I apologize, I can't believe how long it's been
So put your lips to mine and let's do that again

We could talk it over
But baby, talk is cheap
So come a little closer
I'll show you what I mean

'Cause I remember how it felt to be skin on skin
Girl, right here right now, oh, let's do that again
Hmm, yeah, let's do that again

We can talk it over
But baby, talk is cheap
So come a little closer
And I'll show you what I mean

Girl, can you believe it's already 2 a.m.
No, I don't need no sleep, let's do that again
Baby, let's do that again

Hmm, oh, again and again
Let's do that again
Again and again

. . .


Monday I .... from Pennsylvania
Swapped it for a load of long horns in for work
Wednesday I slept 'til noon
Parked outside a Houston breezy spoon

Here it takes it's hot salt south to Albuquerque
Spent the night and showered in a Motel Six
Now I'm on a Houston, comin' home
Get ready girl, I'm burnin' up the road

And I'm only haulin' one thing
Girl, it belongs to you
I can't get home too soon

I'm in the passin' lane
Takin' needles, leavin' smoke
One state to go between you and me
And I'm only haulin' one thing

I've been right now, you're sleepin' in my T-shirt
The one you steal each time I'm on the road
You say it makes you think of me
I think of that and I don't need caffine

So I'm jamin' gears and standin' on the peddle
Filled up with diesel, fifty miles to go
For five days I've been in this truck
But I'll be home before the sun comes up

And I'm only haulin' one thing
Girl, it belongs to you
I can't get home too soon

I'm in the passin' lane
Takin' needles, leavin' smoke
One state to go between you and me
And I'm only haulin' one thing

I'm only haulin' one thing
Girl, it belongs to you
I can't get home too soon

I'm in the passin' lane
Takin' needles, leavin' smoke
One state to go between you and me
And I'm only haulin' one thing

Yeah, yeah, I'm only haulin' one thing, babe
...., yeah
Yeah, I'm east bond down
Close it up and ....
So

. . .


There's a stack of pizza boxes
And cigarette stuffed beer bottles up on my TV
But it's better than I thought it'd be

There's a pile of dirty laundry
Where I got the clothes I got on me
And they're almost clean
It's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I thought it'd be

You pretended not to know me
When you saw me at the grocery
Unexpectedly
But it was better than I thought it'd be

And with every day that passes
My love ain't as everlastin'
As it used to seem
Yeah it's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I thought it'd be
Yeah baby it's better than I thought it'd be
Better than I thought it'd be

Oh it's getting better
Yeah
I like cold pizza
Do you know what else is better than I thought it'd be?
Your sister
Ha ha ha!

. . .


She was pretty
She was smart
She was witty
Yeah she had charm
Cupid shot me
That's what got me down the aisle
But that match made in heaven
Went straight to hell
Split up our possessions
Put the house up for sale
And I learned a lesson I won't be forgetting
The next time around

I'm gonna marry for money
I'll be so damn rich it ain't funny
I'm gonna have me a trust fund, yacht club, hot tub piece of the pie
Find me a sweet sugar mama
With a whole lot of zeros and commas
Don't really care if she loves me
She can even be ugly
I'm gonna marry for money

I won't have to love her family
I won't have to like her friends
And if it works out like I planned it, I won't ever have to work again

I'm gonna marry for money
I'll be so damn rich it ain't funny
I'm gonna have me a trust fund, yacht club, hot tub piece of the pie
Find me a sweet sugar mama
With a whole lot of zeros and commas
I don't care if she loves me
She can even be ugly
I'm gonna marry for money

Show me the money

Cha-ching

Y'all I'm gonna find a wife
On a leer jet the old lady buys me
I'll call her sweet heart & honey if she's a hundred and twenty
I dont care if she loves me
She can be really ugly
I'm gonna marry for money

Oh, cha-ching
Mucho deniro

Come over here you good lookin' thing, you
There's your walker in the corner
Ov'er ov'er

. . .


I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

In June of 1944
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin'
I did not die in vain

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set our spirits free
Let us lay down our guns
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
'Til the last shot's fired

[Choir:]
Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns

[Trace:]
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (No we can't come home)

[Choir:]
'Til the last shot's fired

. . .


Ninety-five down the interstate
Mile high on a jet plane
Desert road or a downtown train
It's all the same
I can't outrun you

Now I can move to another town
And nobody to ask where you are now
LA or Mexico
No matter where I go
I can't outrun you

You're in my heart
You're in my mind
Everywhere ahead
Everywhere behind
Every turn I take
You're right around the bend

It's like your ghost is chasing me
When I'm awake
When I'm asleep
There's a part of you in every part of me

And I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you

Now I've had chances with a girl or two
But all I ever saw was you
Holdin' my hand
Kissin' my face
I guess some pictures never fade

You're in my heart
You're in my mind
Everywhere ahead
Everywhere behind
Every turn I take
You're right around the bend

It's like your ghost is chasing me
When I'm awake
When I'm asleep
There's a part of you
In every part of me

I can't outrun you. No.
I can't outrun you. No.
I can't outrun

Thought there might just come a time
Wouldn't regret tellin' you goodbye
But lookin' back
Should'a realized
I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you
I can't outrun you

. . .


He grew up pickin' in a chicken wire joint
Burning up the road from point to point
Doin' silver bullets, singing 'Shotgun Willie'
A five piece band and a coal black Tele
Guitar, that is

He told his mama one day I'm gonna be like the king
Buy you a house and a big diamond ring
You can tell your boss down at the truck stop, stick it
Your backwoods, barefoot boy done hit it

Hillbilly Rich, podunk proud
He's got horns on the hood of his Caddy
Cruising 'round town

He's got some nudie boots
He got a big city cutie, blonde hair, brown roots
Look out, another hometown hick
Done struck it Hillbilly Rich

Well, there's a big crowd gathered at the WalMart store
He's flying off the shelves, the folks want more
Got a sold out show down in Dallas, tonight
And those rhinestones sparkle in the big spotlight

Cornbread country, livin' like a rock star
Got him forty acres and a swimming pool
Shaped like a guitar

Hillbilly Rich, podunk proud
He's got horns on the hood of his Caddy
Cruising 'round town

He's got some nudie boots
He got a big city cutie, blonde hair, brown roots
Look out, another hometown hick
Done struck it Hillbilly Rich

He's throwing parties, catchin' the tab
He's got family he never knew he had
"Who are you? Get out of the pool"

Hillbilly Rich, podunk proud
He's got horns on the hood of his Caddy
Cruising 'round town

He's got some nudie boots
He got a big city cutie, blonde hair, brown roots
Look out, another hometown hick
Done struck it Hillbilly Rich

Yeah, strokin' Hillbilly Rich
Ain't that right John?
Yeah, boy

Ooh, boy's got some money now
What kinda plane you got there, Hillbill?
Drinkin' [Incomprehensible] bottle whiskey now
But it's still home grown smoke

. . .


Last night he fell down but he got right back up
Had one too many I guess
Tomorrow he won't remember
Tonight he just wants to forget

The pressure he's under, the hell he's been in
The knife twisted up in his gut
When this is all over, he's gonna get sober
Right now he's just down on his luck

Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At the things he can't change like the bills he can't pay
And all of those ghosts from the past

It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Oh, sometimes a drink takes the man

Not that long ago he could take it or leave it
Now he wonders when it all changed
When did he stop being happy go lucky
And become a prisoner in chains

Trapped behind bars, no longer in charge
Where did the good times all go?
He knows it's got him 'cause he's on the bottom
Real close to out of control

Sometimes a man takes a drink
So he can just throw his head back and laugh
At the things he can't change like the bills he can't pay
And all of those ghosts from the past

It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone wrong
Life didn't turn out like he planned
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Oh, sometimes a drink takes the man
Sometimes a man takes a drink
Oh, sometimes a drink takes the man

. . .


Sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes
It’s a long way from where I been back to my home town
But there’s a man in me I need to drown

Baptize me in that muddy water
Wash me clean in amazing grace
I ain’t been living like I ‘aughta
Baptize me in that muddy water

Made my way to the church at the end of the dirt road
Dragging what was left of my soul
I could see the saints out back on the river bank
And I could hear forgiveness calling out my name

Baptize me in that muddy water
Wash me clean in amazing grace
I ain’t been living like I ‘aughta, no
So baptize me in that muddy water

Baptize me in that muddy water
Wash me clean in amazing grace
I ain’t been living like I ‘aughta, no
Baptize me in that muddy water

Baptize me in that muddy water
Yeah, wash me clean in that muddy water, water
In that muddy water
Baptize me

. . .


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