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My Kinda Party

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Release Date
11/02/10
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Track Listing

1. Tattoos On This Town Read Lyrics
2. Dirt Road Anthem Read Lyrics
3. Church Pew Or Bar Stool Read Lyrics
4. Just Passing Through Read Lyrics
5. Fly Over States Read Lyrics
6. My Kinda Party Read Lyrics
7. I Ain't Ready To Quit Read Lyrics
8. It Ain't Easy Read Lyrics
9. Country Boy's World Read Lyrics
10. The Heartache That Don't Stop Hurting Read Lyrics
11. Texas Was You Read Lyrics
12. Don't You Wanna Stay Read Lyrics
13. See You When I See You Read Lyrics
14. If She Could See Me Now Read Lyrics
15. Days Like These Read Lyrics

Lyrics

  • 1. Tattoos On This Town

    (Neil Thrasher/Wendell Mobley/Michael Dulaney)

    There’s still black marks on that county road,
    Where we drag raced our pickups, and mustangs,
    And weathered all the sun and rain,
    And to this day up on that overpass,
    Even underneath the new paint, you can still see,
    Ali will you marry me,
    Take a ride, look around, and there ain’t no doubt

    CHORUS
    It sure left its mark on us,
    We sure left our mark on it,
    We let the world know we were here,
    With everything we did,
    We laid a lot of memories down,
    Like tattoos on this town.

    There’s still a rope burn on that oak branch,
    That hangs over the river, I still got the scar,
    From swingin’ out a little too far,
    There ain’t a corner of this hallowed ground,
    That we ain’t laughed or cried on,
    It’s where we loved, lived and learned real life stuff,
    It’s everything we’re made of,

    CHORUS

    Everywhere there we are,
    It hits me right, in my heart,

    CHORUS
    And we’ll always be hanging around
    Like tattoos on this town
    Like tattoos on this town

    © 2010 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Boatwright Baby (BMI), Desert Treasure Music (BMI). All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) Feet In The Creek Music/BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP)

  • 2. Dirt Road Anthem

    (Brantley Gilbert/Colt Ford)

    Yeah I’m chillin’ on a dirt road
    Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones
    Smoke rollin’ out the window
    An ice cold beer sittin’ in the console
    Memory lane up in the headlights
    Its got me reminiscing on them good times
    I’m turnin’ off a real life drive and that’s right
    I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires

    Back in the day Potts farm was the place to go
    Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
    Jump the barbed wire, spread the word,
    Light the bonfire then call the girls
    King in the can and the Marlboro man
    Jack n’ Jim were a few good men,
    Where you learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too,
    Better watch out for the boys in blue
    And all this small town he said, she said,
    Ain’t it funny how rumors spread
    Like I know somethin’ ya’ll don’t know, man that talk is getting old
    You better mind your business man, watch your mouth,
    Before I have to knock that loud mouth out
    I’m tired of talkin’ man y’all ain’t listenin’
    Them ol' dirt roads, is what y’all missin’

    Yeah I’m chillin’ on a dirt road
    Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones
    Smoke rollin’ out the window
    An ice cold beer sittin’ in the console
    Memory lane up in the headlights
    Its got me reminiscing on them good times
    I’m turnin’ off a real life drive that’s right
    I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires

    I sit back and think about them good old days
    The way we were raised in our southern ways
    And we like cornbread and biscuits
    And if it’s broke ‘round here we fix it
    I can take ya’ll where you need to go
    Down to my hood back in them woods
    We do it different round here that’s right
    But we sure do it good and we do it all night
    So if you really want to know how it feels
    To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
    Jump on in and man tell your friends
    We’ll raise some hell where the black top ends

    I’m chillin’ on a dirt road
    Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones
    Smoke rollin’ out the window
    An ice cold beer sittin’ in the console
    Memory lane up in the headlights
    Its got me reminiscing on them good times
    I’m turnin’ off a real life drive and that’s right
    I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires
    Let’s ride

    Yeah I’m chillin’ on a dirt road
    Laid back swervin’ like I’m George Jones
    Smoke rollin’ out the window
    An ice cold beer sittin’ in the console
    Memory lane up in the headlights
    Its got me reminiscing on them good times
    I’m turnin’ off a real life drive and that’s right
    I’m hittin’ easy street on mud tires
    Let’s ride


    © 2010 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Indiana Angel Music (BMI) All rights admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
    Average Joes Entertainment Group, LLC d/b/a Average ZJS Music
    Publishing (BMI).

  • 3. Church Pew Or Bar Stool

    (Josh Thompson/Adam Craig/Michael Howard)

    Not a whole lot going on, a small town Friday night
    Revving up at a red light, on your mark get set go
    Past a mom and pop restaurant
    Same four trucks parked out front
    I guess you gotta make your own fun
    When you’re stuck in a place this slow

    There’s only two means of salvation around here that seem to work
    Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

    CHORUS:
    When you don’t seem to run on either side of the fence
    People act like you don’t make sense
    These big town dreams that I’ve been chasing
    Will never come true if I wind up staying
    And I don’t want, to fall in, the same rut
    That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
    Why do I hang around
    In this church pew or bar stool kind of town


    I’m like that AM station, that never comes in right
    Till you pass the city limit sign, that’s the only time it all gets clear
    Well it’s crystal clear that I, just need to find
    A place where there is no lines
    And nothing like it is around here

    Someplace where it don’t feel like this world revolves around
    Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

    CHORUS

    Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival

    CHORUS

    Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew or bar stool kind of town
    Yeah yeah

    © 2010 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing / Songs Of Canalco / K10 Publishing (ASCAP) Ash Street Publishing d/b/a Ash Street Music (ASCAP) In-Tune Nashville Music Publishing (BMI)
    DeAnne Deming Howard Music (ASCAP)

  • 4. Just Passing Through

    (David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble)

    Well I can hear that rooster crowin’ down the road
    I felt my eyes open up real slow and I looked around
    Makin’ sure I hadn’t checked out
    Cause there was an angel lying next to me
    And I figured heaven’s where I must be
    Oh but it was you, and baby what else could I do
    In that bed I said a little prayer,
    For one more day I’m still here

    CHORUS
    It’s your world and I’m just in it
    Ain’t no other way to spin it
    Lucky me just being there when I get to hold you
    I’m just here to love you girl
    It’s your world and I’m just passing through

    I dig in my heels and try to slow this down
    I want my life to revolve around, everything you do
    Oh but that’s all up to you
    Everything good seems to go so fast
    It’s kinda like one big party you crash you weren’t counting on
    One day you’re here and gone
    Baby all I wanna do is lay right here
    And hope it all don’t disappear

    CHORUS

    CHORUS

    I’m just here to love you girl
    It’s your world and I’m just passing through

    © 2010 Old Desperados, LLC/N2D Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP) (Adm by Carol Vincent and Associates, LLC) All Rights Reserved. Tunes of RPM (SESAC), Songs of Category 5 (SESAC) admin by Tunes of RPM

  • 5. Fly Over States

    (Neil Thrasher/Michael Dulaney)

    A couple guys in first class on a flight
    From New York to Los Angeles
    Kinda making small talk killin’ time
    Flirting with the flight attendants
    Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma

    Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms
    Man, it all looks the same
    Miles and miles of back roads and highways
    Connecting little towns with funny names
    Who’d want to live down there, in the middle of nowhere

    They’ve never drove through Indiana
    Met the man who plowed that earth
    Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me
    Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas
    They’d understand why God made
    Those fly over states

    I bet that mile long Santa Fe
    Freight train engineer’s seen it all
    Just like that flatbed cowboy
    Stacking US Steel on a three day haul
    Roads and rails under their feet
    Yeah, that sounds like a first class seat

    On the plains of Oklahoma
    With a windshield sunset in your eyes
    Like a watercolored painted sky
    You’ll think heavens doors have opened
    You’ll understand why God made
    Those fly over states

    Take a ride across the badlands
    Feel that freedom on your face
    Breathe in all that open space
    Meet a girl from Amarillo
    You’ll understand why God made
    You might even wanna plant your stakes
    In those fly over states

    Have you ever been through Indiana
    On the plains of Oklahoma
    Take a ride

    © 2010 Sweet Summer Music/BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP) Major Bob Music, Inc. (ASCAP) Circle C Songs / Mojave Rain Music (Administered by Full Circle Music Publishing LLC) ASCAP

  • 6. My Kinda Party

    (Brantley Gilbert)

    Worked all week,
    Cleaned up clean cut and clean shaved,
    I got the cover off the sixty-eight,
    I fired it up and let them horses sing
    A little pretty thing,
    A little tanned legged Georgia dream,
    She’s rockin’ them holey jeans,
    And baby what you got goin on Saturday

    You know, word’s got it, there’s gonna be a party,
    Outta town about half a mile,
    Four wheel drives and big mud tires, Muscadine wine

    CHORUS
    Oh baby you can find me, on the back of a jacked up tailgate,
    Sittin’ round watchin’ all these pretty things,
    Get down in that Georgia clay
    And I’ll find peace, at the bottom of a real tall cold drink,
    I’m chillin’ to some Skynyrd and some old Hank,
    Let’s get this thing started, it’s my kind of party,

    Well if you wanna drink,
    Go baby just do your thing,
    But give up your keys,
    Hell why drive when you can stay with me
    And then after while,
    We’ll sneak away from the bonfire,
    Walk by the moonlight and down to the riverside,
    Gotcha sippin on some moonshine,

    Baby if you’re in the mood and
    You can settle for a one night rodeo,
    If you can be my tan legged Juliet
    I’ll be your redneck Romeo

    CHORUS

    CHORUS
    Haha, ya’ll ready for this, ya’ll go on and turn it on up, ha

    © 2010 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Indiana Angel Music (BMI). All rights admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)

  • 7. I Ain't Ready To Quit

    (Thomas Rhett Akins/Jaron Boyer/Ben Stennis)

    Something ‘bout lighting up a Marlboro red
    And that nicotine rushing to my head
    And the taste of Southern Comfort on my lips
    Tells me I ain’t ready to quit

    There’s something ‘bout driving way too fast
    Switching gears and hammerin’ on the gas
    And the fact that they ain’t caught me yet
    Tells me I ain’t ready to quit

    CHORUS
    Don’t start thinking I’m gonna stop
    Givin’ it all I got
    And you think you’ve seen love
    You ain’t seen nothing yet
    How could I ever get tired
    Of waking up by your side
    And the taste of your sweet kiss
    Tells me I ain’t ready to quit

    There’s something ‘bout the way you say my name
    That drives this ole country boy insane
    So baby don’t stop loving me like this
    Cause I ain’t ready to quit

    CHORUS

    CHORUS

    ©2010 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI) 4T4 Music (SESAC) and Bug Music - Pacific Wind Music (SESAC). All Rights on Behalf of 4T4 Music administered by Bug Music - Pacific Wind Music. Pickin' Publishing (BMI)

  • 8. It Ain't Easy

    (Justin Weaver/Caitlyn Smith/Jon Mabe)

    I walk a hardline winding road
    Don’t really know where it’s gonna go
    Seems like trouble’s my best friend
    Soon as I get out I’m back in again it’s a wonder
    I ain’t all alone

    CHORUS
    Cause it ain’t easy
    No it ain’t easy
    It ain’t easy loving me

    Don’t know why I do the things I do
    Must be I love to light the fuse
    Stand back and watch it crash and burn and turn into ash,
    Just like it ain’t nothing, she ain’t something I could lose

    CHORUS

    She’s the brick by brick that built this house,
    Without her it would all fall down,
    Somehow she finds the faith and the strength to believe,
    Don’t know how she sticks around,

    CHORUS

    CHORUS

    ©2010 Music Of Stage Three/Songs Of Cornman (BMI)
    Music Of Stage Three/Mabe It Big Music (BMI) Administered by Stage Three Music (U.S.) Inc. All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission. International Copyright Secured.

  • 9. Country Boy's World

    (John Edwards/Jayce Hein/Ronny Vines/Tommy Curry)

    She was raised up in Jersey
    I said oh Lord have mercy
    Never seen a one light town till she moved down here
    She said I’m so bored out of my mind
    Need a Starbucks and a Wi-Fi
    Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere
    I said do you wanna take a drive in my truck
    Don’t pay no mind to that twelve point buck laid across my hood

    CHORUS
    You ever been to Rome Georgia
    Picked peaches off the trees
    Climbed a water tower in Paris Tennessee
    Been to Florence Alabama
    Drank Muscadine wine
    Just give me a chance to change your mind
    So before you go and fly away girl
    Let me show you ‘round a country boy’s world

    Somewhere between there on a dirt road
    When I rolled down the window
    She smelled wildflowers on that summer wind
    Just a bite a homemade ice cream
    And a glass of Mama’s sweet tea
    This old hollers’ got a way of makin’ friends
    She’d never seen a glowin’ field of fireflies
    Or the twinkle of star in a southern sky and she fell in love

    CHORUS
    We went down to Rome Georgia
    Picked peaches off the trees
    Climbed a water tower in Paris Tennessee
    Went to Florence Alabama
    Drank Muscadine wine
    She gave me a chance and I made her mine
    Said she’ll never fly away and she’s my girl
    It’s ‘cause I showed her ‘round a country boy’s world

    Now she’s ridin’ shotgun sayin’ baby lets run wild
    CHORUS
    And go down to Rome Georgia
    Pick peaches off the trees
    Climb the water tower in Paris Tennessee
    Go to Florence Alabama
    Drink Muscadine wine
    She gave me a chance and I made her mine
    Says she’ll never fly away and she’s my girl
    It’s ‘cause I showed her ‘round a country boy’s world

    ©2010 Magic Mustang Music Inc (BMI), Admin by Big Loud Bucks.
    Busy At Play Publishing, (BMI). Dovie Mae Music Publishing (ASCAP)
    The Family Songbook (BMI)

  • 10. The Heartache That Don't Stop Hurting

    (Brett James/Leslie Satcher)

    I’ve been here a bunch of times
    It all starts with the same old lines,
    It’s over, Baby it’s over
    Nothing ‘bout it ever feels good
    It knocks you down just like it should,
    But it goes away, It always goes away
    But something about this time feels different
    Just like I’m in a fight I’m about to lose

    CHORUS
    This might be the heartache that don’t stop hurtin
    That just keeps workin’ on me
    That just keeps pickin’ on me
    And these might be the tears that keep on fallin’
    That won’t stop comin’ on down
    They won’t stop rainin’ on down
    Maybe it’s too early to know for certain
    This might be the heartache that don’t stop hurtin’

    Man I tried to kill the pain
    By shootin’ whiskey through my brain
    But it never works, it only makes it worse
    So tonight I’m here again
    Throwin’ punches in the wind
    At some enemy, that I can’t even see
    And I know I don’t want to let it have me
    But every time it hits I feel the truth

    CHORUS
    Tomorrow I’ll stand up again
    And give it my best shot again
    But tonight it sure feels like

    These might be the tears that keep on fallin’
    That won’t stop comin’ on down
    They won’t stop rainin’ on down
    And maybe its too early to know for certain
    But this might be the heartache that don’t stop hurtin’

    It just won’t stop hurting

    ©2010 Stage Three Songs/Brett James Cornelius Music (ASCAP)
    Administered by Stage Three Music (U.S.) Inc. All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission. International Copyright Secured Permission to reprint lyrics.
    Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Leslie Satcher Music (BMI)

  • 11. Texas Was You

    (Neil Thrasher/Wendell Mobley/Tony Martin)

    Ohio was a riverbank,
    A ten speed laying in the weeds,
    Cannonball off an old rope swing,
    Long, long summer days.

    Tennessee was a guitar,
    First big dream of mine,
    If I made it yeah that’d be just fine,
    I just wanted to play, I just wanted to play but,

    Texas, was green eyes, crying goodbye,
    Was a long drive, a heartache I’m,
    Still trying to get through,
    Texas was you.

    Carolina was a black car,
    A big white number three,
    California was a yellow Jeep,
    Cruising down Big Sur, haha

    Georgia was a summer job,
    And Bama was a Spring break,
    I got memories all over the place,
    But only one still hurts, only one still hurts like,

    Texas, was green eyes, crying goodbye,
    Was a long drive, a heartache I’m,
    Still trying to get through,
    Texas was you.

    Texas, was my whole life, waving goodbye,
    Thought I’d die, a heartache I’m,
    Still trying to get through,

    Texas was you,
    It’ll always be you.


    © 2010 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Boatwright Baby (BMI). All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
    Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Goldwatch Music (BMI) Feet In The Creek Music/BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP)

  • 12. Don't You Wanna Stay

    (Jason Sellers/Paul Jenkins/Andy Gibson)

    I really hate to let this moment go,
    Touching your skin and your hair falling slow,
    And when a goodbye kiss,
    Feels like this,


    CHORUS
    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    Don’t you wanna hold each other tight,
    Don’t you wanna fall asleep with me tonight.
    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    We can make forever feel this way,
    Don’t you wanna stay.

    Let’s take it slow I don’t wanna move too fast,
    I don’t wanna just make love
    I wanna make love last,
    And when you’re up this high, it’s a sad goodbye.

    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    Don’t you wanna hold each other tight,
    Don’t you wanna fall asleep with me tonight,
    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    We can make forever feel this way,
    Don’t you wanna stay hey yeah (Oh Yeah)

    Oh you feel so perfect baby,
    Yeah you feel so perfect baby
    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while

    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    Don’t you wanna hold each other tight,
    Don’t you wanna fall asleep with me tonight,
    Don’t you wanna stay here a little while,
    We can make forever feel this way,
    Don’t you wanna stay hey yeah,
    Don’t you wanna stay

    (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)

    © 2010 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing (ASCAP)
    Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing / Becky's Boy Music (ASCAP) Godfather Rich Muzik (ASCAP) administered by Do Write Music, LLC.

    Kelly Clarkson appears courtesy of 19 Recordings/RCA Records.

  • 13. See You When I See You

    (Tony Martin / Wendell Mobley / Neil Thrasher)

    Let’s don’t say goodbye
    I hate the way it sounds
    So if you don’t mind
    Let’s just say for now

    CHORUS
    See you when I see you
    Another place some other time
    If I ever get down your way
    Or you’re ever up around mine
    We’ll laugh about the old days
    And catch up on the new
    Yeah I’ll see you when I see you
    And I hope it’s someday soon

    God made this old world round
    And maybe it’s that way
    So that paths that we go down
    Yeah will cross again someday
    And someday I’ll…

    CHORUS

    FINAL CHORUS
    See you when I see you
    Another place some other time
    If I ever get down your way
    If you’re ever up around mine – just stop by
    We’ll laugh about the old days
    And catch up on the new
    Yeah I’ll see you when I see you
    Till then my prayers are with you
    And I hope it’s someday soon

    I’ll see you when I see you

    © 2010 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Boatwright Baby (BMI). All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Goldwatch Music (BMI) Feet In The Creek Music/BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP)

  • 14. If She Could See Me Now

    (Bryan Edwards/Bill Luther/Justin Weaver)

    There wasn’t a stone I didn’t throw
    When I wrecked it
    My foolish words so cruel and cold
    Were disconnected
    Tell me why
    When she cried
    All I did was close my eyes

    CHORUS
    But if she could see me now
    If she could see me breaking down
    Maybe she’d turn around
    If she could see me now

    Now the sunshine feels like rain
    Trying to drown me
    And the world feels out of place
    All around me
    So I wait
    And I pray
    That I’ll run into her someday

    CHORUS

    There’s so many things I wish I could tell her show her
    Just how bad I really need her miss her love her

    CHORUS
    CHORUS

    If she could see me now

    ©2010 BE Platinum Music (BMI) Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / This Town Music (BMI) Music Of Stage Three / Songs Of Cornman (BMI)
    Administered by Stage Three Music (U.S.) Inc. All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission. International Copyright Secured.

  • 15. Days Like These

    (Neil Thrasher/busbee/Wendell Mobley)

    Ain’t no cloud up in my sky… I couldn’t worry if I tried
    I got an open road just daring me
    To pick you up and take you for a ride

    Got a new shine on my car… the sun is tanning my left arm
    And while I’m waiting on the red light
    I’m burning up a little air guitar yeah

    CHORUS
    Turn it up a little bit louder turn it up I love this song
    C’mon girl the world is ours let’s do something right or wrong
    Life is short and let’s go live it ain’t no time for wastin’ time
    Days like these… they go by way too fast
    Yeah days like these… you wanna make ‘em last

    Rest your feet up on the dash leave your toe prints on the glass
    Sing it like you mean it baby
    Close your eyes and lay your head on back
    What’d you say… what was that oh

    CHORUS

    Speakers… laying in the truck bed no this day ain’t done yet
    Till the sun goes down…

    CHORUS
    Days like these… they go by way too fast
    Yeah days like these… you wanna make ‘em last

    © 2010 Feet In The Creek Music/BMG Gold Songs (ASCAP)
    Hello I Love You Music/BMG Platinum Songs (BMI) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) Boatwright Baby (BMI) All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)