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Trisha Yearwood
Trisha Yearwood


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Настоящее имя Patricia Lynn Yearwood
Дата рождения 19 сентября 1964 г.
Откуда Monticello, Georgia, US
Жанры Country
Годы 1991—н.в.
Лейблы MCA Nashville Records
Big Machine Records
См. также Garth Brooks
Don Henley
Aaron Neville
Josh Turner
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Альбом Trisha Yearwood


Jasper County (13.09.2005)
13.09.2005
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I wanna know, who invented the wheel.
Tell me who discovered steel.
It was the wheel and the steel that caused this pain,
That made the car that took him away.
I wanna know, who invented the wheel.

I wanna know, who found the rock.
Tell me who made the black top.
It was the rock and the black top that caused this pain,
And made the road for the car, that took him away.

Chorus:
Somebody give me a name.
Cause I just need someone to blame.
For all of this heartache,
And pain I've been feelin' since he had to go,
I wanna know.

I wanna know who invented the time.
Out in this spand when he was mine.
It was all that time I didn't take,
It was the rock and the black top that made the highway,
For the wheel and the steel for the car, that took him away.

Chorus:
Somebody give me a name.
Cause I just need someone to blame.
For all of this heartache,
And pain I've been feelin' since he had to go,
I wanna know.
I wanna know.


. . .



Well, this is what happens when you fall for a pistol:
No, no, I don't mean no gun.
Talkin' 'bout a man with bells and whistles:
The kind that keeps your heart on the run.

I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint:
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind the eight ball,
Playin' my heart, breakin' all the rules.
Throw your rope around the runaway freight train,
You know it's gonna drag you down the track.
You dust your britches off, an' tell yourself you're insane,
But every time you love a man like that:

You get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble?
Now you got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Ah ha.

Instrumental break.

Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson.
But I keep makin' them same mistakes.
There must be some clue I keep missin':
How many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep fallin' for all them bad boys:
Poor or rich as dirt.
Lots of fun, and I ain't jokin',
But every time I think I won't get hurt:

I get lost; I get lonely.
I get calls from the police.
Tell my Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well, I wanted trouble?
Now I got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.

Instrumental break.

Well, you get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble, now you got a fistful.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol, girl.

Sort of men'd give you a headache, now.
Oh, you'd better get on home.


. . .



I blew out all my plans
The world fell in my hands
The day that I began
Trying to love you

The secrets I have kept
The nights I haven't slept
I've laughed until I've wept
Trying to love you

Trying to love you...No one's come as close or gone so far
Trying to love you...I've lost and found myself in who you are
Trying to love you...So easy and so hard, trying to love you

I've watched myself get stuck
Squandered all my luck
Almost given up
Trying to love you

Trying to love you...It broke my heart, it's chipped away my pride
Trying to love you...Everytime I'd see that faultline slide
Trying to love you...I've crossed the great divide trying to love you

instrumental

Trying to love you...I've screamed your name, I've slammed a thousand doors
Trying to love you...I've worn a million miles across the floor
Trying to love you...Still I could not ignore trying to love you

It's pulled the best from me
For all the world to see
I guess I'll always be

. . .


Written by Marv Green and Leslie Winn-Satcher

I told myself I'd stay away:
I got no business 'round here today.
You're so not good for me, and everybody knows,
The way you break my heart again and again.
But before I know, I'm too close
One sweet look:

And then you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning:
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

Well, I thought I saw love's reflection,
Just to feel your cold rejection.
Every tear adds to the water that I keep swimmin' in.
Even I know, I'm a fool; a reckless fool for you.
'Cause I keep comin' 'round here,
Like I got nothin' to lose.

An' you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning:
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

Instrumental Break.

Well, you pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning:
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

You pull me under,
With a touch that's like no other.
I'm drifting, drowning:
There's nothin' I can do but fall into the river of you.

Yeah, I fall into the river of you.

Well, you pull me under,
Fall into the river.
You pull me under.


. . .


Written by Jessi Alexander, Paul Cunningham and Sonya Issacs.

You got me walkin' a tightrope across a lover's sky.
An' now I'm feelin' the wind blow: I've never been so high.
Promise me the moon, I'm reachin' for the stars.
I need a hand to hold:
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.

Fin'lly found me a rainbow that I can hold on to.
A little taste of Heaven: pot of gold is you.
Sittin' up on cloud nine with an Angel's view.
But it's a long way down:
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.
Don't let go.

Baby, you make me feel safe enough to fly.
Hold me forever and ever: never say goodbye.

We're gonna plant our dreams, (Ah, ha, ha.)
In the sacred ground.
Gonna watch love grow when the rain comes down. (Down.)
Gonna say a prayer for the strength we need.
Put your hand to the plow,
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go now.
Baby, don't you let go.
Don't let go.

Instrumental Break.
(Oooh, ooh, ooh.)
(Oooh, ooh, ooh.)

Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go.)
Baby don't you let go now. ( Baby don't you let go now.)
Baby don't you let go. ( Baby don't you let go.)

. . .



Mother said: "Stand up straight.
"Don't let your classmates make,
"You feel like you don't belong.
"So not like the rest of them,
"Someday, the best of them,
"Will realize they were wrong."
But in my world, different, an' then lonely
The last place I wanted to be:

Was standing out in a crowd,
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space:
I can't see the grace in it:
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

Too short, too tall;
Flower against the wall:
The last one chosen to play.
Too smart, too dumb,
Too strange a place to be from:
Same shoes every day.
With all these ways to be different,
Then maybe that's how you fit in.

By standing out in the crowd,
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space:
Instead of embracing it:
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

It's funny how now,
It's not such a bad place to be.
Standing out in a crowd. (Standing out in a crowd.)
Standing out in a crowd.

Standing out in a crowd, (Standing out.)
Where the spotlight finds you and singles you out.
What are they whisperin' about?
You're thinkin' up ways to take up less space:
There's no escapin' it:
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)
Standin' out in a crowd. (Standing out.)

(Standin' out.)


. . .



1st Verse

Barefoot in the bed 'a your truck
On a blanket lookin' up
Half a moon peekin' down at us
From underneath the clouds
Teenage kids sneakin' out again
Heard the thunder rollin' in
We were fallin' the moment when
It all came pourin' down

1st Chorus

The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
What I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia rain

2nd Verse

Cotton fields remember when
Flash 'a lightnin' drove us in
We were soaked down to the skin
By the time we climbed inside
And I don't remember what was poundin' more
Heart in my chest or the hood of that Ford
As the sky fell in, the storm clouds poured
Worlds away outside

2nd Chorus

The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
All the love we made
Just you and me down that old dirt road
No one saw a thing
Except for the Georgia rain

3rd Verse

Screen door flappin' in the wind
Same ol' house I grew up in
Can't believe I'm back again
After all these years away
You fixed your Daddy's house up nice
I saw it yesterday when I drove by
Looks like you've made yourself a real good life
What else can I say

Tag Chorus

The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
The way I loved you to this day
The ol' dirt road's paved over now
Nothin' here's the same

. . .



Summer breeze easin' back the curtains in my bedroom.
Ceilin' fan stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon.
I'm puttin' on my lipstick, my ruby red lipstick:
Nice an' thick, baby.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby.
Sweet love.

Cotton sheets out there on the line, swingin' to and fro.
Clawford tub drip, drip, drip, ah, honey, nice an' slow.
I'm puttin' on my new dress,
My pretty new blue, blue dress, oh yes!

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, darlin'.
Sweet love.

Let's get your whispers, honey, tangled up with mine.
Hurry on over an' just take your sweet, sweet time.
Oooh.

Instrumental Break.
(Take your time, baby.)

It ain't the catchin', it's the reachin';
It ain't the Heaven, it's the preachin'.
Anticipation got me waitin'.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', baby, it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby. (Sweet, sweet love.)
Sweet love.

Sweet love, darlin'.
Mmm, mmm, mm.

Summer breeze, straight through my cotton sheets.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, sweet.
Oh, you can leave your hat on baby.
Sweet, love. (Sweet, sweet love.)


. . .



You don't think you can find true love again: won't you try me?
There's somebody somewhere that you can't forget, so you're not free.
But I don't believe you believe you can ever get by me.
Maybe I could undo all the hurt you've been through:
Try me, try me, try me.

You've got no right to deny a fight till you try me.
Could be all wrong but it could be all right so why don't we?
You need a way to forget yesterday: well that's easy.
If a little heartache is what you need to shake,
Try me, try me, try me.

C'mon now, you got nothin' to lose.
A lifetime of loneliness: what does that prove?
When you count up the odds, there's still no guarantee:
Try me, try me, try me.

When you go to sleep an' you can't find a dream, won't you try me?
A place where you can whisper the secrets you keep: that's what I'll be.
And when you've given up an' there's no one to trust, come and find me.
Then maybe you could leave lonely for good.
Try me, try me, try me.

. . .



Black coffee an' teardrops are all soakin' through.
All over my pillow: ain't nothin' new.
Somethin' just crossed my mind:
I been feelin' like love's a crime,
An' if it is, well I've done my time.
I'm through.

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah.
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck.
Hey, gimme the good stuff.

I've settled for too long, I've let the truth lie.
It's gonna keep trippin' me up, till I kiss it goodbye.
Well, maybe it's time to put it in drive,
Pull the top down and feel alive.
Let the sun take over my sky:
How about it?

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah.
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck.
Hey, gimme the good stuff.

More than a taste.
It ain't so tough,
I ain't askin' for much:
Don't wanna wait.

Instrumental Break.

Hey, gimme the good stuff, yeah.
Hey, I'm tired of this hard luck.
Hey, gimme the good stuff.
Hey, gimme the good stuff.


. . .


(written by Gary Nicholson, Jamie O'Hara)

You say you've been down some rocky roads
And there's a few things you wouldn't want me to know
But it's alright, baby it's alright

You say you've been running from your past
And you've taken some turns just a little too fast
Well it's alright, baby it's alright
Ain't got nothing to do with me and you tonight
And it's alright

There's nothing to run from, there's nothing to hide
And nothing can change what I'm feeling inside
Tonight's the beginning of the rest of our lives
And it's alright, it's alright

Someday you'll look back when we're farther along
And you won't see a trace of yesterday's wrong
And it's alright, baby it's alright
Ain't got nothing to do with me and you tonight
And it's alright

. . .


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