My Kinda Party

My Kinda Party

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

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)

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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).

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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.

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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.

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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)

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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.

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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)

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