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Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt


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Настоящее имя James Travis Tritt
Дата рождения 9 февраля 1963 г.
Откуда Marietta, Georgia, United States
Жанры Country
Southern Rock
Лейблы Columbia Records
См. также Dana McVicker
Marty Stuart
Сайт Website



Альбом Travis Tritt


The Rockin' Side (2002)
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(J. P. Pennington/Les Taylor/Larry Cordle)

I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe

I'm a little rough around the edges, but I think I'm exactly what you need

As you can see, I ain't all spit and polish
And every hair on my head ain't in its place
I ain't got no big degree from college
And I guess to tell the truth I need a shave

I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe

Whoa!

Well, you may think I'm just a KC plowboy
Well, just give me a chance to strut my stuff
I don't shine like some pin-up poster cowboy
But neither does a diamond when you pick it up

I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe

I'm a little rough around the edges, but I think I'm exactly what you need


. . .


(Jerry Chesnut)

Well, I play an old guitar from a nine till a half past one
I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
You doin' A-L-O-N-E
Yeah, say hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E...
Yeah

I was a little, bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raise me right
Cause mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U
Bet your mama musta been another good lookin' honey, too

Yeah
Hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E...

Yeah
Yeah

Well, you're a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby
The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya
Remindin' them of everythin' they're never gonna be
May be the beginning of a world war three
Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama musta been another good lookin' mama, too

Hey, say hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E...

I said hey
I said hey
I said hey
I said hey
I said hey (Hey)

Oh, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E...
Yeah


. . .


(Travis Tritt)

Well, he was the assistant preacher
And the Sunday school teacher
In the church that I grew up in
She was a looker from Atlanta
Led the choir, played piano
Had a body that was made for sin

She didn't care he was married
Cause the torch that she carried
Was hotter then the fires of hell
She had plans to seduce him
If she could she would loosen
A notch in the Bible belt

So she called him up at home
When she knew he'd be alone
Said preacher I could use advice
I got troubles with a man
That I know you'll understand
If you could help me it would sure be nice

They met a few minutes after
In the office of the pastor
And she started telling how she felt
What a chance they were takin'
When they first started breakin'
The laws of the Bible belt

There's a lot of good people
Who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell ya something brother
When you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level head
And it's hard to imagine
How the flames of passion
Can burn till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer
But you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible belt

Yeah, yeah...
Yeah

Someone said they went to Vegas
Back home it didn't take us long
To hear the news of what they did
Nobody could believe
That he left his wife to grieve
Alone with two preschool kids

I don't know how there doin'
But I know that they're screwin' up
A good thing they once had
They better get their heads together
Or they're gonna slap leather
With the Lord and the Bible belt...

Oh...

There's a lot of good people
Who are led astray
That believe what the good book said
Well, I'll tell ya something brother
When you're dealin' with the devil
It's tough to keep a level head
And it's hard to imagine
How the flames of passion
Can burn till your soul will melt
And it'll spread like a cancer
But you're gonna have to answer
To the Lord and the Bible belt

They better get their heads together
Or they're gonna slap leather
With the Lord and the Bible belt...

Yeah, Lord

Yeah, yeah...


. . .


(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)

I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud
I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea
Down in some honky tonk, brother
That's the place for me

A hard days livin' is all that I understand
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man

I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around

Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can
Yeah, I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man

Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand

I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man

Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man

. . .


(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)

When you told me you were leaving
Girl, I didn't believe a word
'Cause to think that you'd walk out on me
Just sounded too absurd
I'd like to change the things I did
That tore our love apart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

Well, I'm hoping and I'm praying
You'll give me one more try
'Cause it's an awful price I'm paying
With the tear drops that I've cried
I guess I should have listened
If I had only been that smart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

I found out it's the little things
That made our house a home
You'd be surprised how much I've learned
Every day since you've been gone
But I wished I'd learned that lesson
Before it broke my heart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

Well, I'm hoping and I'm praying
You'll give me one more try
'Cause it's an awful price I'm paying
With the tear drops that I've cried
I guess I should have listened
If I had only been that smart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part


. . .


(Jude Cole)

Well I'm tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace
Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race
I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown
And walkin' slow and talkin' low
I'm tired of goin' down...and down, and down
Yeah!

Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
It's been a long, hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car

Well, started out for paradise, ain't no promised land
This ain't no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man
There's people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news
My love is livin' up on the hill, singin' the white boy blues
Whoa yeah!

Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
There's somethin' more
Start the car
Oh, yeah!

Well, goin' out with dignity, goin' out with style
We'll lay down that hammer baby and make our own road, across the miles
Cause I can't take this town, one more day baby, yeah!

Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
The city's rich, we're dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
There's gotta be somethin' more

Start the car, we gotta move
This ain't no livin', this ain't no groove
It's been a long, hard road
Come on baby, drive it home
Start the car

Yeah! Start the car baby...yeah!
Uh uh...Ah baby

Start the car
Hoo...Start the car baby
Well, come on baby start the car

. . .


(J.R. Cobb/Buddy Buie)

I was dealin' up and down the highway
Till they caught me with a heavy load
They sentenced me to hard labor
Workin' on the side of the road
Now I don't deny I was guilty
And I know I broke the law
I was hungry and broke and couldn't see no hope
And my back was up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'
And I ain't never goin' back again
I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

I was shackled to a three-time loser
A man named Jefferson
One night we got to talkin'
And I asked him what he'd done
He said a man fell over my razor
In the middle of a barroom brawl
But don't you see it was him or me
And my back was up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'
And I ain't never goin' back again
I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'
And I ain't never goin' back again
I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall
I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall
Yeah I gotta run you see I'm under the gun

. . .


(Travis Tritt/Troy Seals)

No matter what I do I can't make you happy
Though I go to great lengths to do your will
If you say hurry, girl I make it snappy
Trying hard to keep your wishes filled
But I'm getting tired and feeling real discouraged
From being pressure underneath your thumb
So here's a message you can give your mama
Starting now I'm looking out for number one

Lord everyone around me
I've tried so hard to please
Till the only one unhappy
Feeling broken down is me
But things are gonna change
With each new setting sun
Starting now I'm looking out for number one

It's getting hard to face my morning mirror
There's a stranger in there staring back at me
He tells me every day it's getting clearer
Son you're not the man you used to be
Yeah it's time to get this monkey off my shoulder
And quit worrying 'bout the things that you want done
I'm gonna start the fire that you have smoldered
'Cause starting now I'm looking out for number one

Lord everyone around me
I've tried so hard to please
Till the only one unhappy
Feeling broken down is me
But things are gonna change
With each new setting sun
Starting now I'm looking out for number one


. . .


(Travis Tritt with Marty Stuart)
(Travis Tritt/Marty Stuart/Paul Kennerley)

Well I got a buddy at the factory
I know him and he knows me
We were talking on the line today
You wouldn't believe what he had to say
I told him all about you
He said man that's strange she's my girl too

Well hello baby it's me again
You counry daddy you sweet boyfriend
Guess what I heard out on the street
Yeah, they say you've been two-timing me
And if it's true you're running 'round
You've got double trouble coming down

You've got double trouble can't you see
You can't be in love with him
And veer around with me
You've got one man in the country
And one man in the town
You've got double trouble coming down

I'm sorry pal I didn't know
Well that's okay she's hit the road
I can't believe she'd be so cruel
Yeah she made us both look like a fool
She played her game until she found
She had double trouble coming down

She had double trouble you and me
Got lots of lovin' left to do
There's more fish in the sea
She had one man in the country
And one man in the town
She had double trouble coming down

She had double trouble can't you see
She couldn't be in love with you
And play around with me
She had one man in the country
And one main in the town
She had double trouble coming down

Yeah she thought that I'd be easy
She thought I'd be her clown

. . .


(Travis Tritt)

I'm a full grown man
That's plain to see
But nowhere near as full grown
As I'd like to be
But I'll find a bar
And I'll have a few
Until I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

Now, I'd hit the dance floor
Each time I'd have the chance
That is if these two left feet
Knew how to dance
'Bout the only time
I'm kicking up my shoes
Is when I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

Well, I start to feel like Superman
Then I pick a fight
Only to find that my opponent's
Holding kryptonite
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
But, I'm still paying dues
Each time I drink and start to think
I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

My woman left me
She called me a clown
Well, that's the general consensus
In this town
But I had it coming
Lord, to tell the truth
For acting ten feet tall and bulletproof

Well, I start to feel like Superman
Then I pick a fight
Only to find that my opponent's
Holding kryptonite
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
But, I'm still paying dues
Each time I drink and start to think

. . .


(Travis Tritt)

Well I was raised on country classics
Like Roy Acuff and George Jones
Lord, I loved to hear 'em
But I really got excited 'bout the time I turned 15
That's the first time I heard Waylon and old Bocephus sing
They put some drive in their country that really turned me on

Yeah, put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you movin'
You know that can't be wrong
Every time I hear that outlaw stuff on my car radio
It makes me wanna drive it just as fast as it will go
Put some drive in your country
Let's keep country drivin' on

We played some shows in Atlanta on Sunday afternoons
The gigs were packed and I was nervous
Cause I wanted folks to like my tunes
The crowds were full of younger people
They were all about my age
So I turned and told the band just before we walked on stage
Put some drive in your country fellas
We turned those people on

Yeah, put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you dancin'
You know that can't be wrong
See, I made myself a promise when I was just a kid
I'd mix southern rock and country and that's just what I did
Put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on

Put some drive in your country
Hey, let's keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you movin'
You know that can't be wrong
I still love old country
I ain't tryin' to put it down
Damn, I miss Duanne Allman
I wish he was still around
Put some drive in the country
Keep country drivin' on

Put some drive in the country

. . .


(Jackson Browne/Glenn Frey)

Well, I've been runnin' down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me
Two that want to stone me
One says she's a friend of mine

Take it easy...
Take it easy...
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy...

Well, I've been standin' on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord
In a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me

So come on, baby...
Don't say maybe...
I got to know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
So open up I'm climbin' in
And take it easy...
Yeah

Whoa...

Well, I've been runnin' down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I got a wealth of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a lover
Who won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find

Take it easy...
Take it easy...
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Make you crazy
Come on, baby...
Don't say maybe...
I got to know if your sweet love
Is gonna save...me...

(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh...)

Yeah, yeah
Oh, we got it easy...
We ought to take it easy...

. . .


(Travis Tritt with Marty Stuart)
(Ronny Scaife/Marty Stuart)

There was a time I could drink my cares away
And drown out all of the heartaches that hurt me night and day
When the thought of you came crashin' through I'd have one more
But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

I need one good honky tonk angel to turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay this old bottle down
A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

They knew my name at every bar in town
And they knew all of the reasons why I was coming round, round, round
'Cause in my mind peace I'd find when they'd start to pour
But now the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

I need one good honky tonk angel to turn my life around
That's reason enough for me to lay this old bottle down
A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

Lord the whiskey ain't workin' anymore

. . .


(Marty Stuart)

Another day on Highway 41
It's a long black snake that runs to the sun
My mama told me since the day I was born
Son, down in the southland is where you belong

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery

I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack
I draw my money from a cotton sack
But I finally found one thing that's free
That's been hard times and misery

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery

Watermelon's are hanging on the vine
Thirty some odd years of wasted time
When I wake up, Lord, that's all I see
It's hard times and misery
But there's a train that runs through this town
Every evening when the sun goes down
Tomorrow night at 8:03
No more hard times and misery

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me

. . .


(Michael Peterson/Craig Wiseman)

As a child I was told that I was destined to be nothing
Growing wild as I got older I fulfilled what had been said
Hiding ignorance and fear I prayed nobody saw me bluffing
But I was laying the foundation for a future I would dread
Yeah

Seems like every choice I made would somehow leave me second-guessing
'Bout the green grass I was passing racing toward the other side
I thank God for the blessing
That I finally learned this lesson:
One Step in the right direction's worth a wasted mile behind

Singin'
No more lookin' over my shoulder
No more hangin' on to the past
No more filling up my tomorrows
With yesterday's sorrows
No more lookin' over my shoulder

I could chill a room with reasons why I would not give forgiveness
To the people who had selfishly left me a wounded soul
I kept dragging 'round those memories
Like a ball and chain behind me
Wonderin' why my troubles followed me wherever I would go
Oh, but one night, sick and tired of being sick and tired
I realized forgiveness was the only open road
I swear I heard those shackles snap
The moment that I took that path
I never have one time looked back since the morning I arose

I'm singin'
No more lookin' over my shoulder
No more hangin' on to the past
No more filling up my tomorrows
With yesterday's sorrows
No more, no more, no...

No more lookin' over my shoulder
No more hangin' on to the past
No more filling up my tomorrows
With yesterday's sorrows

. . .


(Travis Tritt)

Tell me why do you love to make me cry
Is there a reason why you treat me so unkind
It seems you try to hurt me with everything you do
I guess you could call me crazy 'cause I'm still in love with you

Tell me why is your heart as cold as ice
Oh is there a demon hidden just behind your eyes
Well I dream someday you'll love me but that dream just don't come true
But that don't keep me from wishin' 'cause I'm still in love with you

There was a time I thought my love would set you free
But now you say all that's binding you is me
How can that be

Tell me why do I go on believing your lies
And why everytime you hurt me that I'm always so surprised
I know that I should give up, find somebody new
But it's a hopeless situation 'cause I'm still in love with you

Girl there was a time I thought my love would set you free
But now you say all that's binding you is me
Girl how can that be

Tell me why do I go on believing your lies
And why everytime you hurt me that I'm always so surprised
I know that I should give up, find somebody new
But it's a hopeless situation 'cause I'm still in love with you
Oh girl still in love with you

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