10 years older, no years wiser,

10 degrees colder, still tears for her,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 photo folder, have feelings that stir,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 burdens to shoulder, no early riser,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 winters soldiered, cryin’ like a geyser,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 degrees colder, still tears for her,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 photo folder, have feelings that stir,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 burdens to shoulder, no early riser,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, no years wiser,

10 winters soldiered, cryin’ like a geyser,

Because I’m 10 years older, no years wiser.

10 years older, need to get smarter,

10 times told her, will be no martyr,

Because I’m 10 years older, getting smarter,

Yes I’m 10 years older, getting smarter,

10 years bolder, it’s not getting harder,

Yes I’m 10 years older, getting smarter.

Yes I’m 10 years bolder, it’s not getting harder,

Movin’ on from you, it’s a sure fire starter,

Yes I’m 10 years older, got much smarter.

10 years older, need to get smarter,

10 times told her, will be no martyr,

Because I’m 10 years older, getting smarter.

Yes I’m 10 years older, getting smarter,

10 years bolder, it’s not getting harder,

Yes I’m 10 years older, getting smarter.

Yes I’m 10 years bolder, it’s not getting harder,

Movin’ on from you, it’s a sure fire starter,

Yes I’m 10 years older, got much smarter.

Yea, I’ve been to the mile high city,

I’ve made love to a little Conway Twitty,

The air is thin and your breath is warm,

But we can still sweat us up a storm.

A little elevation, yea, it can set the mood,

But give me a little diesel or a little crude,

Lucky for you we don’t have to go very far,

Pack up the Chevy, we can get there by car.

When we’re up here high in sunny ‘tona,

I see those eyes, you’re in the zona,

That lube I got a tub,

And make sure you keep your stub,

We’re joinin’ the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

I’ll see you on pit road,

After the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

You thought we were headed to the highest mountain,

We over 13,000 feet, but who is countin’,

You thought we were gonna’ book a flight,

But then the number one will be out of site.

Now we got a story we can tell the kids,

Where the oil slicks, where the tire skids,

You see that section way out by turn four,

That’s when the stork brought you to our front door.

When we’re up here high in sunny ‘tona,

I see those eyes, you’re in the zona,

That lube I got a tub,

And make sure you keep your stub,

We’re joinin’ the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

I’ll see you on pit road,

After the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

Up here high in sunny ‘tona,

Up here high in sunny ‘tona,

Up here high in sunny ‘tona.

I’ll see you on pit road,

After the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

Yea, I’ve been to the mile high city,

I’ve made love to a little Conway Twitty,

The air is thin and your breath is warm,

But we can still sweat us up a storm.

A little elevation, yea, it can set the mood,

But give me a little diesel or a little crude,

Lucky for you we don’t have to go very far,

Pack up the Chevy, we can get there by car.

When we’re up here high in sunny ‘tona,

I see those eyes, you’re in the zona,

That lube I got a tub,

And make sure you keep your stub,

We’re joinin’ the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

I’ll see you on pit road,

After the 2-and-a-half mile high club.

See that red and white bag sitting on the shelf,

Like our hopes and dreams,

It needs some heat, some love, it needs a little help,

A few minutes go by, pop, pop, pop, pop, is all that we hear,

Like sand in the hourglass,

That moment of truth is comin’, I can feel it so near.

Sometimes you bite on in and can break a tooth,

In the dentist chair, you stroke your hair and think about what went wrong,

Maybe that night at the bar with those cute cowboy boots,

But we all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth.

All's not fair in love and war, or so they say,

But I’m happy to be alive in the U-S of -A,

Hangin’ in the 6-1-5 watching our vols play today,

Can’t think about what wrong, can’t change the past,

There’s kernels of truth sitting at the bottom of this whiskey glass.

Sometimes you bite on in and can break a tooth,

In the dentist chair, you stroke your hair and think about what went wrong,

Maybe that night at the bar with those cute cowboy boots,

But we all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth.

Yea, yea, yea,

Mmm hmm, hmm, hmm,

We all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth,

Can’t think about what wrong, can’t change the past,

There’s kernels of truth sitting at the bottom of this whiskey glass,

Yea, yea, yea,

Mmm hmm, hmm, hmm,

We all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth.

Sometimes you bite on in and can break a tooth,

In the dentist chair, you stroke your hair and think about what went wrong,

Maybe that night at the bar with those cute cowboy boots,

But we all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth.

Yea, yea, yea,

Mmm hmm, hmm, hmm,

We all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth,

Can’t think about what went wrong, can’t change the past,

There’s kernels of truth sitting at the bottom of this whiskey glass,

Yea, yea, yea,

We all know, there are 6-1-5 kernels of truth.

I like my martinis dry,

And my truck bed too,

Except when I’m on the prowl,

Baggin’ a buck or someone new,

I like my ranchland sparse,

Seein’ a tumbleweed or two,

Except when I’m raisin’ hell,

With my boys and your crew,

Now come over here baby,

Let me take a good look at you,

Don’t need just that pretty smile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile,

As fertile as the Nile.

Walk like an Egyptian for me baby,

Shake them hips real good,

Like seein’ those jeans real tight,

Made from where the cotton grows like it should,

It’s growin’ season honey,

Gonna’ plant them seeds,

Got that diesel powered harvester,

You know I have what you need.

Now come over here baby,

Let me take a good look at you,

Don’t need just that pretty smile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile,

As fertile as the Nile.

It’s growin’ season honey,

Gonna’ plant them seeds,

Don’t need just that pretty smile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile.

Let me see that crescent bloom,

Gonna’ make it happen real soon,

You know I’m ready in the sun or a full moon,

I need you here now in my room.

Now come over here baby,

Let me take a good look at you,

Don’t need just that pretty smile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile,

As fertile as the Nile.

It’s growin’ season honey,

Gonna’ plant them seeds,

Don’t need just that pretty smile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile,

I need a girl as fertile as the Nile.

We all got a little bully ball in our game,

Come on now.

Yea, come on now, you ready for a little bully ball.

Backin’ you down, got you stuck in the paint,

Have no timeouts, no practice this ain’t,

Get those hands up, I’m about to shoot,

Silence around us, we got the fans on mute.

It’s 1am when I get your call,

Shot, shot, shot,

Time to play a little bully ball.

Don’t care if you’re big or small,

Shot, shot, shot,

You all need a little bully ball.

We all got a little bully ball in our game,

Come on now.

Yea, come on now, you ready for a little bully ball.

Ball’s in, in the corner you trapped,

Have no timeouts, all your energy sapped,

Game over, I’m about to win,

Lay on down, just give in to sin.

It’s 1am when I get your call,

Shot, shot, shot,

Time to play a little bully ball.

Don’t care if you’re big or small,

Shot, shot, shot,

You all need a little bully ball.

We all got a little bully ball in our game,

Come on now.

Yea, come on now, you ready for a little bully ball.

It’s 1am when I get your call,

Shot, shot, shot,

Time to play a little bully ball.

Don’t care if you’re big or small,

Shot, shot, shot,

You all need a little bully ball.

We all got a little bully ball in our game,

Come on now.

Yea, come on now, you ready for a little bully ball.

I take my drink light on the ice,

And heavy with the pour,

I take my country half strung,

Yea, it leaves me wanting more.

I take my truck heavy on the red,

And a little light on the road,

I got every bell and whistle,

That they ever done sold.

I take you light every day,

And heavy every night,

I got it goin when it’s wrong,

I got it going when it’s right.

I’ll take my lovin’ right now,

In the open for all to see,

A little heavy on the you,

And a little light on the me.

Yea, heavy on the you,

Light on the me.

I like my meat heavy on the blood,

And a little light on the salt,

When I hear that sizzle sound,

I got it locked in the vault.

My bags’ packed light to travel,

And heavy when I’m gone,

Got you singing every bar,

Of that Wilie Nelson song.

I’ll take my lovin’ right now,

Give it to me right now,

‘lll take it right now.

Come on, in the open for all to see,

Yea, for all to see.

A little heavy on the you,

And a little light on the me.

Yea, heavy on the you,

Light on the me.

I need it heavy on the you,

Heavy on the you,

Heavy on the you,

Light,

Light,

Get light on me.

I take my drink light on the ice,

And heavy with the pour,

I take my country half strung,

Yea, it leaves me wanting more.

I take my truck heavy on the red,

And a little light on the road,

I got every bell and whistle,

That they ever done sold.

I’ll take my lovin’ right now,

In the open for all to see,

A little heavy on the you,

And a little light on the me.

Yea, heavy on the you,

Light on the me.

I want to tell you a little story right now,

You see it was back in oh-eight,

No maybe it was oh-nine,

I was back in the saddle,

Ridin’ those mare’s in my prime,

Was livin’ down south where the tide rolls,

Where you say thank you m’am,

Or you get filled with some holes.

You see back in oh-nine I had this construction gig,

I was hittin’ all the bars,

I was livin’ real big,

With my ninety-seven chevy lookin’ real fine,

Cruisin’ down main,

Damn, those southern honies gonna’ be mine.

You see back in oh-nine I didn’t have no iphone,

There was no Netflix and chill,

So we had to get creative back home,

Yea, when I got her alone.

So I said,

Turn on some Hank,

Turn off the light,

Dip me in some moonshine,

And you,

In this Alabama white,

This Alabama white.

Yea, this Alabama white’s got just enough tang,

It’s got a little kick,

To match your Georgia twang,

So add a little honey,

Be a good little thang.

Yea, this Alabama white’s so creamy and smooth,

It’s got you at home,

It’s got you on the move,

Down by where the gators go,

This Alabama white’s not so fast,

Lets just take it slow,

Yea, let’s just take it slow.

And turn on some Hank,

Turn off the light,

Dip me in some moonshine,

And you,

In this Alabama white,

This Alabama white.

You see back in oh-nine, life was going good,

I chopped a lot of trees,

Yea, I used a lot of wood,

Damn, life was going good,

Back in oh-nine,

Back in oh-nine,

Life was good.

‘Cause she said,

Turn on some Hank,

And turn off the light,

Get you some moonshine,

And me,

I need some Alabama white,

Some Alabama white.

Some of that Alabama white,

Get you some moonshine,

And me,

I need some Alabama white.

Back in oh-nine,

Life was going good,

I chopped a lot of trees,

Yea, I used a lot of wood,

Damn, life was good.

Turn on some Hank,

And turn off the light,

Dip me in some Alabama white.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,

You heard it all before a million times,

Gettin’ silver not gold, never fittin’ the mold,

Time flying by, and gettin’ old,

But, we need to cut you ladies some slack,

When we hear that word, we think of the app,

There ain’t no doubt, we like second place,

We marry our jobs, we’re all in the rat race.

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Always alone, checking our phone,

Working like a dog, just another cog,

In the giant wheel, like an onion peel,

Brittle and thin, and made of tin,

No heart inside, and nowhere to hide.

80 hours a week, and gettin’ no sleep,

Hair fallin’ out, and stress gettin’ deep,

Boys can’t swim, and in tons of debt,

But paid cash for that brand new vette.

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Always alone, checking our phone,

Working like a dog, just another cog,

In the giant wheel, like an onion peel,

Brittle and thin, and made of tin,

No heart inside, and nowhere to hide.

Spending happy hours at monitor towers,

Then drinking whiskey sours and taking ice cold showers,

It’s Friday night and got no date man,

Actin’ more and more like Patrick Bateman.

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Always alone, checking our phone,

Working like a dog, just another cog,

In the giant wheel, like an onion peel,

Brittle and thin, and made of tin,

No heart inside, and nowhere to hide.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Gettin’ silver not gold, never fittin’ the mold,

Time flying by, and gettin’ old,

80 hours a week, and gettin’ no sleep,

Hair fallin’ out, and stress gettin’ deep.

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Always alone, checking our phone,

Working like a dog, just another cog,

In the giant wheel, like an onion peel,

Brittle and thin, and made of tin,

No heart inside, and nowhere to hide.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,

Always on Zoom, never a groom,

Gettin’ silver not gold, never fittin’ the mold,

Time flying by, and gettin’ old,

Always alone, checking our phone,

And always on Zoom, never a groom,

Need to find the one real soon,

Yea, always on Zoom, never a groom,

Need to find the one real soon,

Real soon.

Arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Arch, arch, arch, it on down.

Down the muddy Mississippi,

Clear when hitting the shore,

But that ol’ riverboat in St. Loie,

Got me comin’ back for more.

Billy over on the piano,

Smoke filling up the air,

I’m down five hundred,

And I really don’t care,

No I really don’t care.

‘Cause you know when I’m comin’ around,

Yes, you know when I’m comin’ around,

So bring, bring, bring it on up,

Then arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Then arch it on down,

Arch it on down.

The red rocks of the Colorado,

Lead me to that shape,

Kiss you all over your body,

From your toes up to your nape.

That sweet sweet aroma,

It fills the air,

That whisky is flowing,

But I don’t really care,

No I really don’t care.

‘Cause you know when I’m comin’ around,

Yes, you know when I’m comin’ around,

So bring, bring, bring it on up,

Then arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Then arch it on down,

Arch it on down.

You know that shape I want now baby,

Yes you do.

You know that shape I want now baby,

Yes, you do, yes you do.

So bring it on up,

Then arch it on down.

Like the muddy Mississipi,

Givin’ you a clue,

And the red rocks of the Colorado,

They be tellin’ you,

Yes they be tellin’ you.

Bring, bring, bring it on up,

Then arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Then arch it on down,

Arch it on down.

Arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Arch, arch, arch, it on down.

You know that shape I want now baby,

Yes you do.

You know that shape I want now baby,

Yes, you do, yes you do.

Bring, bring, bring it on up,

Then arch, arch, arch, it on down,

Then arch it on down,

Arch it on down.

This is the story of how I went from having an ax to ex in my hands in just three weeks.

You poured me a drink at Twin Peaks,

With that sexy plaid shirt,

You just moved here from Chicago,

Damn you looked good in that skirt.

We went ax throwing on our first date,

But it should have been a warning sign,

Missed the target right out the gate.

Two weeks went by,

And still missing the mark,

Still shooting blanks,

That night after our date at the park.

One week later,

I gave it another try,

Hey baby what you doin’,

But your text back was meant for another guy.

I met you at Twin Peaks,

An ax to ex in my hands in just three weeks,

Yea, I met you at Twin Peaks,

I went from an ax to ex in just three weeks.

So here is the moral to the story fellas,

Here is the silver lining,

Maybe take out that plastic,

Splurge on some fine dining,

Maybe hit up a vineyard,

For some all-day wining,

Or an even better idea,

Some all-night sixty-nining.

But ax throwing on the first date,

Damn, that’s just a bad choice,

It’s just some bad timing.

I met you at Twin Peaks,

An ax to ex in my hands in just three weeks,

Yea, I met you at Twin Peaks,

I went from an ax to ex in just three weeks.

Come on now,

Just three weeks,

I know these things have valleys,

But there has gotta be peaks,

An ax to ex in just three weeks.

Chop some wood with that ax,

Watch some of those lumberjack games,

But never tempt fate,

Don’t throw it all away on the very first date,

No never tempt fate,

Don’t throw it all away on the very first date.

I met you at Twin Peaks,

An ax to ex in my hands in just three weeks,

Yea, I met you at Twin Peaks,

I went from an ax to ex in just three weeks.

This soil is looking so strong,

Water flowing from the heavens,

We can grow and grow,

Together for so so long.

Been going from town to town,

Been watchin’ the world spin round and round,

These legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So baby, let’s put down some roots.

We can spread out and get us some land,

Two cars in the front,

Smoker in the back,

Leave it to god, we may have a little man.

Been going from town to town,

Been watchin’ the world spin round and round,

These legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So baby, let’s put down some roots,

Yea these legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So why don’t we put down some roots.

The tires’ worn out on the truck,

Turn it to the left,

Move it to the right,

This foundation’s gonna make us stuck.

Been going from town to town,

Been watchin’ the world spin round and round,

These legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So baby, let’s put down some roots,

Yea these legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So why don’t we put down some roots.

The tires’ worn out on the truck,

Turn it to the left,

Move it to the right,

This foundation’s gonna make us stuck.

Been going from town to town,

Been watchin’ the world spin round and round,

These legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So baby, let’s put down some roots,

Yea these legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So why don’t we put down some roots.

Look at this huge huge lot,

Barn goin’ up,

Fishin’ goin’ down,

In the city, we would sit there and rot.

Been going from town to town,

Been watchin’ the world spin round and round,

These legs are gettin’ heavy,

The bed is in the chevy,

So baby, let’s put down some roots.

Roots, roots, roots.

Roots, roots, roots.

So baby, let’s put down some roots.

I got this wonderland, yea it’s in my hand,

Those golden locks, those lips, I can’t stand,

Two minutes away from you, this ain’t something new,

The pain I can’t bare, and I don’t care,

It don’t matter, we don’t need no hare or a hatter,

Just you and me, heads out of the clouds,

You were once lost but now found.

Gonna take you back up the rabbit hole,

Straight down the ladder,

What you wearin’ don’t really matter,

Cause when you have two feet on terra firma,

It’s this new vocabulary, this new term-a,

This right here reality, this you and me,

Will always be, if we go up the rabbit hole.

We need today, and I’m gonna’ pray,

You fall in my arms, you’re gonna’ stay,

No queen of red or white, can ever fight,

This feelin’ I have, it’s always right,

Through that lookin’ glass, it comes fast,

This right here reality, this you and me,

Will always be, if we go up the rabbit hole.

Gonna take you back up the rabbit hole,

Straight down the ladder,

What you wearin’ don’t really matter,

Cause when you have two feet on terra firma,

It’s this new vocabulary, this new term-a,

This right here reality, this you and me,

Will always be, if we go up the rabbit hole.

Gonna take you back up the rabbit hole,

Straight down the ladder,

What you wearin’ don’t really matter,

Cause when you have two feet on terra firma,

It’s this new vocabulary, this new term-a,

This right here reality, this you and me,

Will always be, if we go up the rabbit hole,

Gonna take you back up the rabbit hole,

Up the rabbit hole.

Sing along if you can relate to this one,

You know what’s coming fellas,

The relationship killer right here,

So tantalizing in its marketing,

So seductive in its allure,

Don’t do it, put the card back in your pocket,

It’s the BOGO No-Go.

Home from Costco with those roses in tow,

Door slams shut,

It’s a BOGO No-Go.

Miranda tickets in the very last row,

Phone hangs up,

It’s a BOGO No-Go.

Rainy night to watch the fireworks show,

Voice growin’ loud,

It’s a BOGO No-Go.

Birthday present wrapped in a pretty bow,

Thrown in the trash,

It’s a BOGO No-Go.

That uncooked gluten free pizza dough,

Oven sealed off,

It’s a BOGO No-Go.

It’s that relationship killer,

So tantalizing in its marketing,

So seductive in its allure,

Put the card back in your pocket,

You don't know what's about to be in store.

It’s the BOGO No-Go,

It’s the BOGO No-Go.

So tantalizing in its marketing,

So seductive in its allure,

Put the card back in your pocket,

You don't know what's about to be in store.

It’s the BOGO No-Go,

It’s the BOGO No-Go.

Matching pink cowboy hats and stripper poles,

Them tractor pulls and big brunch goals,

Getting’ sloppy on Dom,

Watchin’ that lame rom-com,

Yea brides to be, are not for me.

From the honky tonks on Broadway,

To the dives on Bourbon Street,

The beaches of the 305,

To the massage seat,

Yea brides to be, are not for me.

Take your bride squad,

Take your I do crew,

Take your bride tribe,

Yea brides to be, are not for me.

Take your last bash in Nash,

Your last fling before the ring,

Your last night before mr right,

Yea brides to be, are not for me.

I like my women classy,

Your crew is sassy,

I like my scotch and rye,

Your team needs a guy.

Last week down in the gulch,

Met that blonde with the red striped dress,

I said hey babe,

She said howdy,

Let’s get rowdy,

You need a last ride before becoming a bride,

Your last rodeo before the show,

That honky tonk hoedown before the gown,

These boots were made for rockin’,

So don’t come a knockin’,

Some brides to be, could be right for me.

Don’t bring me no girardelli,

Don’t bring me no ripe berry,

Don’t bring me no spicy chili,

Don’t bring me no pill that’s silly,

Don’t bring me no witches brew,

Don’t bring me no thing to chew,

Don’t bring me no candle,

Don’t bring me no scent, I can’t handle.

We all know baby what I lack,

Just bring my aphrodisiac back.

Since you’ve been gone,

It’s all gone wrong,

Since you’ve been gone,

I’m up ‘til dawn,

Since you’ve been gone,

Playing that Chesney song.

We all know baby what I lack,

Yes, you know what I lack,

Just bring my aphrodisiac back,

Bring my aphrodisiac back.

Those lips, those hips,

That voice, no choice,

That smell, ring my bell,

Those legs, make me beg,

Get me sweaty, I’m ready.

You’re that sweet siren vixen,

That’s what I’m missin’,

My aph, aph, aph, aphrodisiac.

Bring my aphrodisiac back.

Don’t bring me no girardelli,

Don’t bring me no ripe berry,

Don’t bring me no spicy chili,

Don’t bring me no pill that’s silly,

Just bring my aphrodisiac back,

Bring my aphrodisiac back.

You’re that sweet siren vixen,

That’s what I’m missin’,

My aph, aph, aph, aphrodisiac.

Bring my aphrodisiac back.

There’s a stray on the loose,

That girl’s in heat,

Get that catcher’s net ready,

All hands on the street,

There’s one that escaped,

That girl’s on the run,

Get that catcher’s net ready,

This ain’t gonna be fun,

One got away,

That girl’s roaming free,

Get that catcher’s net ready,

It’s better you than me.

There ain’t no lost and found,

There ain’t no coming back,

There ain’t no more excuses,

Don’t want to hear another sound,

Someone call the dog pound.

That girl’s in heat,

All hands on the street,

Someone call the dog pound.

She’s no shrinkin’ violet,

No southern belle,

No tiny dancer,

More like a bat out of hell,

She’s got that pittie growl,

That puggie frown,

And that rottie prowl,

There’s a stray on the loose,

That girl’s in heat,

Get that catcher’s net ready,

All hands on the street.

There ain’t no lost and found,

There ain’t no coming back,

There ain’t no more excuses,

Don’t want to hear another sound,

Someone call the dog pound.

That girl’s in heat,

All hands on the street,

Someone call the dog pound.

There ain’t no lost and found,

There ain’t no coming back,

There ain’t no more excuses,

Don’t want to hear another sound,

Someone call the dog pound.

That girl’s in heat,

All hands on the street,

Someone call the dog pound.

Boy, you still got some lessons to learn,

Take it from someone with a little burn,

You think you got it all figured out,

You think you’re a porter, or maybe a stout,

But you look a little light on your feet,

Yea, better get over there and take a seat,

School’s in session, now take some notes,

I’m headmaster, yea they call me the goat.

Don’t get exposed to no ultraviolet light,

Don’t let her go without a little fight,

Don’t let that musty smell fill the air,

Don’t chase the long platinum blonde hair,

Hot damn, this test you really flunked,

Last night,

When you came home skunked,

Came home skunked.

Lucky for you I can give you another chance,

But you’re holding back, you need to advance,

Treat it like a final exam,

Treat it like you’re out on the lam.

Got the po-po, yea hot on your heels,

Got team 6 chasing you from the seals,

Let me see a little more fire below,

COme on now, I’ll tell you real slow.

Yea, real, real, slow this time.

Don’t get exposed to no ultraviolet light,

Don’t let her go without a little fight,

Don’t let that musty smell fill the air,

Don’t chase the long platinum blonde hair,

Hot damn, this test you really flunked,

Last night,

When you came home skunked,

Came home skunked.

I ain’t ever been skunked in my life,

Look at this babe I get to call my wife,

Yea, look at this little piece of land,

Yea, look at this sun, sea, and sand.

You need to figure it out,

Yea, you need to figure it out,

Come back here when you’ve figured it out,

When you aren’t skunked.

Yea, yea, when you aren’t skunked.

So I’ll tell you one more time.

Don’t get exposed to no ultraviolet light,

Don’t let her go without a little fight,

Don’t let that musty smell fill the air,

Don’t chase the long platinum blonde hair,

Hot damn, this test you really flunked,

Last night,

When you came home skunked,

Came home skunked.

Hot damn, this test you really flunked,

Last night,

When you came home skunked,

Came home skunked.

You tell me you have a case of the Mondays,

I tell you to suck it up,

You tell me your life is all in knots,

I tell you to cry in my truck,

Cause this pain you feelin’ right now,

Deep in your veins, is not something unique,

I get this withdrawal every Sunday morn,

While fishin down by the creek,

Coarsin’ through my body like a bat out of hell,

No zanies gonna’ cure this disease,

Depressed, heartbroken, strung out on my boat,

Only one thing this desire can quell,

Corso, Herbie, Reese and the gang,

Only six days ‘til that victory bell.

While all of y’all bitchin drivin’ to work,

Have compassion for how I feel,

Depressed, heartbroken, strung out,

Sittin’ on my boat tightening my reel,

There’s only one medication for this virus,

What do you want me to say,

Drum major, English major, major upset, my weekly holiday,

Only six days ‘til that smoker fired up and the boys will play,

I have a case of the Mondays on Sunday.

I’m tired of hearin’ you cry to me,

Like a character in Office Space,

No TPS report gonna’ clear my head,

Just gotta’ get out of this place,

My head already up in the clouds,

Dreamin’ of that beaver crowd roar,

Watchin’ Reid and Belichik stalk them sidelines,

Ain’t nothin’ like seein’ my lions score,

I get this withdrawal every Sunday morn,

While fishin down by the creek,

Coarsin’ through my body like a bat out of hell,

No zanies gonna’ cure this disease,

Depressed, heartbroken, strung out on my boat,

Only one thing this desire can quell,

Corso, Herbie, Reese and the gang,

Only six days ‘til that victory bell.

While all of y’all bitchin drivin’ to work,

Have compassion for how I feel,

Depressed, heartbroken, strung out,

Sittin’ on my boat tightening my reel,

There’s only one medication for this virus,

What do you want me to say,

Drum major, English major, major upset, my weekly holiday,

Only six days ‘til that smoker fired up and the boys will play,

I have a case of the Mondays on Sunday.

Only six days ‘til that smoker fired up and the boys will play,

I have a case of the Mondays on Sunday.

I head to the Chick-fil-a a quarter past three,

But when I pull up there is only me,

How I got so lucky is only my guess,

I look at my phone and realize,

Shit it’s the day of rest (sorry lord),

Baby, there’s some things you need to know about me,

My…chicken addiction, is quite the affliction,

My need for it spicy, makes it quite dicey,

My head when it’s crispy, gets a little tipsy,

Well baby, if you want me to stay,

I need my chicken on Sunday,

Yes, I need that chicken on Sunday.

I’l take those nuggs over a hug,

I’ll take that sauce over a toss,

I’ll take that mac over your rack,

I’ll take those fries over a night with the guys.

Baby, there’ some things you need to know about me,

My…chicken addiction, is quite the affliction,

My need for it spicy, makes it quite dicey,

My head when it’s crispy, gets a little tipsy,

Well baby, if you want me to stay,

I need my chicken on Sunday,

Yes, I need that chicken on Sunday.

Get that cast iron, I’m comin’ home,

Season that flour, start cleaning them bones,

Fire up that oil, get it nice and hot,

‘Cause that crispy will hit me, you know I ain’t picky,

You know it’s going to hit my spot,

My spot with a c and end with an n,

Your spot with a g and end with god knows when.

Baby…there are some things you need to know about me,

My chicken addiction, is quite the affliction,

My need for it spicy, makes it quite dicey,

My head when it’s crispy, gets a little tipsy,

Well baby, if you want me to stay,

I need my chicken on Sunday.

My chicken addiction, is quite the affliction,

My need for it spicy, makes it quite dicey.

I need my chicken on Sunday,

I need my chicken on Sunday.

Ding-dong, been warnin’ you for years and years and years,

Ding-dong, gonna’ end in tears and tears and tears,

Ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

You forced me to write this song,

You ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

Come back soon, I won’t be wrong.

I don’t care how good she is in bed,

Soon your bank account, gonna’ be seein’ red,

It’s not too late, take that other girl instead,

But damn, ding-dong, the witch is wed,

Ding-dong, the witch is wed.

Ding-dong, why can’t you see the signs,

Ding-dong, damn boy I think you’re blind,

Ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

You forced me to write this song,

You ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

Come back soon, I won’t be wrong.

I don’t care how good she is in bed,

Soon your bank account, gonna’ be seein’ red,

It’s not too late, take that other girl instead,

But damn, ding-dong, the witch is wed,

Ding-dong, the witch is wed.

Blowin’ in from the east,

And from the west,

Damn boy,

You failed the final test.

You ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

Yea, you ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong.

I don’t care how good she is in bed,

Soon your bank account, gonna’ be seein’ red,

It’s not too late, take that other girl instead,

But damn, ding-dong, the witch is wed,

Ding-dong, the witch is wed.

There was Sally and Nancy, and Monique too,

Oh and Lisa and Roxy to name a few,

Yet you went out and put a ring on that little shrew,

Ding-dong, the witch is wed.

You forced me to write this song,

Come back soon, I won’t be wrong,

Blowin’ in from the east,

And from the west,

Damn boy,

You failed the final test.

You ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong,

Yea, you ding-dong, ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong.

I don’t care how good she is in bed,

Soon your bank account, gonna’ be seein’ red,

It’s not too late, take that other girl instead,

But damn, ding-dong, the witch is wed,

Ding-dong, the witch is wed.

White flag I see on up ahead,

On the horizon, the end is near,

Nobody riding shotgun,

Nobody here.

I can smell the victory,

Yes it is so clear,

I can see the trophy,

I can taste the beer.

Been hundreds of times around this track,

You better believe it,

Yea that’s a fact,

But she won’t be home,

When I come back.

A lot of blood, sweat, and some tears,

Been with you baby,

For all these years.

Victory lane is comin’ up,

But she slashed and burned the tires on my truck,

She seein’ black and white, while I see red,

She’s doin’ donuts, round and round in my head.

Go round and round baby,

Don’t go gettin’ dizzy now,

Just remember, that slash and burn,

I showed you how.

And I’ll turn it back on you,

Oh yes I will,

I’ll do hundreds more laps,

Just to get my fill.

Victory lane is comin’ up,

But she slashed and burned the tires on my truck,

She seein’ black and white, while I see red,

She’s doin’ donuts, round and round in my head.

Should have seen that yellow caution flag,

Yea, that’s a fact,

Damn, come to think,

It might have even been black.

Victory lane is comin’ up,

But she slashed and burned the tires on my truck,

She seein’ black and white, while I see red,

She’s doin’ donuts, round and round in my head.

Don’t go gettin’ dizzy now,

No don’t go gettin’ dizzy now,

Soon you’ll be seein’ red,

From all those donuts in my head,

Those donuts in my head.

I hope you’re dizzy,

From all those donuts in my head,

Those donuts in my head.

This bin is full, yea it’s really piling up,

And it’s time you hit the road,

But you can’t take my truck,

I don’t have no choice,

My mind is made, yea it’s really stuck,

So you better grab a paddle,

You’re up the creek and out of luck,

Cause it’s trash day-ay-ay.

Don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

When you’re past your date,

When you’re past your stay,

When there’s blue skies,

When you’re under those sunny rays,

No don’t be downwind on none of those days,

When it’s trash day-ay-ay.

Yea, it’s that special time of week,

When the stench is strong,

Yea, it’s really at its peak,

When the peels turn black,

And they really start to reek,

So you better be gone,

This ain’t no hide and seek,

Cause it’s trash day-ay-ay.

And don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

When you’re past your date,

When you’re past your stay,

When there’s blue skies,

When you’re under those sunny rays,

No don’t be downwind on none of those days,

When it’s trash day-ay-ay.

You really have been here too long,

You’re not supposed to turn that color,

Yea, that ain’t right, it’s so so wrong,

You ain’t aging well,

You’re no patsy song,

So you better leave right now,

Before the smell it gets too strong,

Cause it’s trash day-ay-ay.

And don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

No don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

When you’re past your date,

When you’re past your stay,

When it’s trash day-ay-ay,

Da-ay-ay.

So it’s time you hit the road,

But you can’t take my truck,

You’re up the creek and out of luck,

Let the south wind take you where you want to go,

I don’t care how fast it is, hell it can even be slow.

The wind’s blowing south today,

The kids hide inside,

It smells too bad to play,

It’s trash day-ay-ay.

Don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

When you’re past your date,

When you’re past your stay,

When there’s blue skies,

When you’re under those sunny rays,

No don’t be downwind on none of those days,

When it’s trash day-ay-ay.

Don’t be downwind when it’s trash day,

When it’s trash day-ay-ay.

I’ve been hearing a lot about these new ways,

About this new digital life,

Where nobody pays.

Yea, it don’t sound, like any paradise,

Baby, what do you do,

When left to your own device.

You get all caught up in a web of lies,

You will need that cord,

And those strong plastic ties.

Baby, please,

Don’t cut the cord,

I got the money to pay,

Yea, I cannot afford,

To throw everything away.

We got each other,

It’s enough today,

So don’t cut the cord,

Hey, what do you say,

Yea, what do you say-ay,

Please don’t cut the cord.

You know I got the whole package,

Got it all wrapped in a bow,

You know I make you laugh,

Just like your favorite show.

I don’t want to see no tears,

Yea, I don’t want to see you cry,

I’ve been so stupid,

And I’m starting to see why.

Yea, just starting to see why-y,

So please, please don’t cry.

And please don’t cut the cord,

I got the money to pay,

Yea, I cannot afford,

To throw everything away.

We got each other,

It’s enough today,

So don’t cut the cord,

Hey, what do you say,

Yea, what do you say-ay,

Please don’t cut the cord.

Yea, don’t cut that cord.

I’m begging you baby,

Please, please stay.

We got each other,

It’s enough today,

So don’t cut the cord,

Hey, what do you say,

Yea, what do you say-ay.

Please don’t cut that cord,

Don’t cut that cord,

Don’t cut that cord.

They say don’t judge a book by it’s cover,

I say, I want to be your lover.

They say you need to give the benefit of doubt,

I say, I’ll make you scream and shout.

They say, every cloud has a silver lining,

I say, my best is when the sun isn’t shining.

They say, throw caution to the wind,

I say, I’m the one that’s gonna sin.

They say, there are other fish in the sea,

I say, but you haven’t really seen me,

I’ve got legendary status, from New York to San Fran,

I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

That’s why you don’t judge a man by his hands.

They say there’s an elephant in the room,

I say, we’ll take care of that real soon.

They say to take it with a grain of salt,

I say, if you leave it’s your fault.

They say, to look before you leap,

I say, you never gonna’ want to go to sleep.

They say, good things come to those who wait,

I say, let’s see you try to take this bait.

They say, there are other fish in the sea,

I say, but you haven’t really seen me,

I’ve got legendary status, from New York to San Fran,

I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

That’s why you don’t judge a man by his hands.

They say curiosity killed the cat,

I say, gonna have you tappin’ the mat.

They say, fortune favors the bold,

I say, lovin’ me never gets old.

They say, never beat around the bush,

I say, gonna have you feelin’ like mush.

They say, time flies when you’re having fun,

I say, gonna be sore when I’m done.

They say, there are other fish in the sea,

I say, but you haven’t really seen me,

I’ve got legendary status, from New York to San Fran,

I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

That’s why you don’t judge a man by his hands.

Don’t look at these hands girls,

No, don’t look down,

Don’t touch these hands girls,

No, don’t feel around,

Don’t measure these hands girls,

No measurin’ sticks,

Don’t listen to them girls,

It don’t mean dick.

They say, there are other fish in the sea,

I say, but you haven’t really seen me,

I’ve got legendary status, from New York to San Fran,

I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

That’s why you don’t judge a man by his hands,

I’ve got smooth hands, and can handle a rod,

I’ve got beer cans, and some gifts from god,

I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

That’s why you don’t judge a man by his hands,

Yea, I’ve got legions and legions of fans,

So let this stand, you never judge a man by his hands.

Dialed it up,

Got that reservation on tap,

Roses trimmed and ready,

Will have her eating out my lap.

The radio on,

Got the volume turned on up,

Shirt pressed real nice,

Even cleaned out my truck.

Gettin’ ready for a little romance,

A little candlelight,

Yea, this is gonna’ be it,

She goin’ home with me tonight.

With me tonight,

Yea tonight,

But something just ain’t right.

Kisses gone ‘cause of faulty equipment,

Hugs ain’t here due to a failed shipment,

Fire can’t burn in this rain-soaked air,

Passion can’t be served medium-rare,

Re-print the menu, it just ain’t right,

We gotta eighty-six love tonight.

Eight six on love,

Eighty-six love tonight.

Goin’ home empty handed,

No lovin’ tonight,

But still got my left,

Even though this ain’t right.

Still got my truck,

And the radio on,

Windshield wipers movin’,

To the beat of this sad sad song.

Was gettin’ ready for a little romance,

Had the candlelight,

Yea, this was gonna’ be it,

She was goin’ home with me tonight,

But something just wasn’t right.

Kisses gone ‘cause of faulty equipment,

Hugs ain’t here due to a failed shipment,

Fire can’t burn in this rain-soaked air,

Passion can’t be served medium-rare,

Re-print the menu, it just ain’t right,

We gotta eighty-six love tonight.

Eight six on love,

Eighty-six love tonight,

Yea, eighty-six love tonight.

We ain’t doin’ it right,

When eighty-six,

When eighty-six comes to love tonight.

No, no, this ain’t right,

Kisses gone ‘cause of faulty equipment,

Hugs ain’t here due to a failed shipment,

Fire can’t burn in this rain-soaked air,

Passion can’t be served medium-rare,

Re-print the menu, it just ain’t right,

We gotta eighty-six love tonight.

Eight six on love,

Eighty-six love tonight,

Yea, eighty-six love tonight.

We met at the corner of Jackson and 1st,

But thinkin’ back now, that place is cursed,

Sittin’ there lookin’ pretty in pink,

Those curls runnin’ down to her drink,

That sweet seductive voice drew me close,

Those lips, damn, they would draw in most.

Weeks gone by and then warning signs appear,

The problem it soon would be clear,

I remember Ronald,

And she barely knew the Donald,

And speaking of Donny,

She didn’t know Johnny,

Them legends Carson or Cash,

But she knows about Keto, and Leto, and Titos,

And thinks cabbage patch is only a snack.

Now you see why, the last time I cried,

I had an alibi,

Was when, she faxed me goodbye,

Damn she’s cold, reminding me I’m old,

That girl, that faxed me goodbye,

That girl, that faxed me goodbye.

Adios,

Ciao,

Bon Voyagi,

Not now,

We’re done,

We’re through,

The hell with you.

Words cut like grease,

On that sheet with a crease,

Message received,

On my fax machine.

Beep, boop, bop,

Just make it stop,

That heart like ice,

Using this device.

Adios,

Ciao,

Bon Voyagi,

Not now,

We’re done,

We’re through,

The hell with you.

The last time I cried, I had an alibi,

Was when, she faxed me goodbye,

Damn she’s cold, reminding me I’m old,

That girl, that faxed me goodbye.

Beep, boop, bop,

Just make it stop,

That heart like ice,

Using this device.

Adios,

Ciao,

Bon voyagi,

Not now,

We’re done,

We’re through,

The hell with you.

The last time I cried,

I had an alibi,

Was when, she faxed me goodbye.

Adios,

Ciao,

Bon voyagi,

Not now,

We’re done,

We’re through,

The hell with you.

Damn she’s cold, reminding me I’m old,

That girl, that faxed me goodbye,

That girl, that faxed me goodbye.

She thinks she’s an FDR,

That Bo Derek from afar,

She thinks she’s that small dime piece,

That riviera cutie in Niece,

She thinks she’s that diamond on the mohs,

That total number of her toes,

She thinks she’s that Comaneci,

That perfect drive off the tee.

Been holdin’ this back since god knows when,

She’s a five, but acts like a ten,

Ain’t no man alive, gonna’ play that game again,

‘Case she’s a five, but acts like a ten,

‘Case she’s a five, but acts like a ten.

She thinks she’s got that je ne sais quoi,

That reincarnation of Ra,

She thinks she’s that god’s gift to men,

That Barbie to our Ken,

She thinks she’s got that body like fire,

That thing every man will desire,

She thinks she’s got that move to make you tap,

That ten thirst trap.

Been holdin’ this back since god knows when,

She’s a five, but acts like a ten,

Ain’t no man alive, gonna’ play that game again,

‘Case she’s a five, but acts like a ten.

Been holdin’ this back since god knows when,

She’s a five, but acts like a ten.

She thinks she’s an FDR,

That Bo Derek from afar,

She thinks she’s that small dime piece,

That riviera cutie in Niece.

She thinks she’s that diamond on the mohs,

That total number of her toes,

She thinks she’s that Comaneci,

That perfect drive off the tee.

Been holdin’ this back since god knows when,

She’s a five, but acts like a ten.

There’s too many fish in the oceans,

So let me get a handle of my emotions,

Consider this that move on song,

She don’t know what she done wrong,

But you fellas know at first site,

When this five just ain’t gonna’ be right.

Been holdin’ this back since god knows when,

She’s a five, but acts like a ten.

I’m getting a lot of hi, not hey,

Not a lot of what you doing today,

I’m getting a lot of thumbs in the air,

Show me some hearts if you really do care,

I’m getting a lot of long delays,

No black and white, a lot of greys.

I’m getting the hint with each passing day,

There ain’t not much more you gotta say,

I wish you would have made it more clear,

Not sure what you ladies have to fear,

Put a lot of effort in to make this stick,

Now I see you posting with my friend Nick.

I’ve got the feelin’ I’m still gonna’ be alone,

By the way you talk when we’re on the phone,

You got that friend zone tone.

That friend zone tone is like acid rain,

Sounds like nails on a board,

Like an animal in pain,

That friend zone tone is like a sonic boom,

Feels like ice on my chest,

Like a cold breeze in my room.

I’ve got the feelin’ I’m still gonna’ be alone,

By the way you talk when we’re on the phone,

You got that friend zone tone.

I’m getting the hint with each passing day,

There ain’t not much more you gotta say,

I wish you would have made it more clear,

Not sure what you ladies have to fear,

Put a lot of effort in to make this stick,

Now I see you posting with my friend Nick.

I’ve got the feelin’ I’m still gonna’ be alone,

By the way you talk when we’re on the phone,

You got that friend zone tone.

I’ve got the feelin’ I’m still gonna’ be alone,

By the way you talk when we’re on the phone,

You got that friend zone tone,

That friend zone tone.

Goin’ FTL to ATL,

Goin’ FTL to ATL,

Goin’ FTL to ATL.

Come on now, pick it up,

Speedometer sittin’ here stuck on 80,

My mind is racing,

But it’s like I’m sinkin’ in some gravy.

I need a rocket boost,

I need a short cut,

I need my southern belle,

Please take me out of this rut.

Like Buzz Lightyear, movin’ faster than the speed of light,

Those Georgia peaches they’ve cast a spell,

Can’t wait no more, no need it now,

Goin’ FTL to ATL,

Movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL,

I’m movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL.

Mr. Yeager was my hero,

But with the pace I’m at,

Gonna’ make his speed feel like zero,

Cause when those Georgia peaches cast their spell,

I’m goin’ FTL to ATL.

Gonna feel like a sonic boom,

When I enter that southern girl’s room,

Yea a sonic boom when I enter the room,

Movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL,

I’m movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL.

Like Buzz Lightyear, movin’ faster than the speed of light,

Those Georgia peaches they’ve cast a spell,

Can’t wait no more, no need it now,

Goin’ FTL to ATL,

Movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL,

I’m movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL.

I need a rocket boost,

I need a short cut,

I need my southern belle,

Please take me out of this rut,

Please, please, take me out of this rut.

Gonna feel like a sonic boom,

When I enter that southern girl’s room,

Yea a sonic boom when I enter the room,

Movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL,

I’m movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL.

Like Buzz Lightyear, movin’ faster than the speed of light,

Those Georgia peaches they’ve cast a spell,

Can’t wait no more, no need it now,

Goin’ FTL to ATL,

Movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL,

I’m movin’ heaven and hell to get to ATL.

Hey baby,

I’m gonna’ let you in on a little secret,

I bet it’s a boy,

And I can already see his future.

He’s gonna’ be a victory lane winner,

My next Louisville slugger,

My next Las Vegas sinner,

He’s gonna’ have a five star,

Packin’ them all in for dinner,

Yea, I can see this boy’s name in lights,

He’s gonna be a winner.

So right now with all of our friends right here,

This is gonna’ be a special time, I can’t wait for later this year,

So we don’t need to make no viral video,

But let’s make sure we have all our cups in a row.

Solo and highball and martini to name a few,

I didn’t forget about something to hold a little brew,

As for that powder, I had an idea,

And I’m sure it’s the right hue,

A little whiskey never hurt nobody,

Oh yea, it will do,

So I have invited my best friend,

And you all know him,

Mr. Johnny Walker Blue.

Yea that will be the day,

That will be the site,

A gender reveal done right.

What’s that baby, you want a girl,

Ok, I’m gonna’ let you into a little secret,

I can see into her future.

She’s gonna be a warrior princess,

Our little itty bitty Xena,

She’s gonna cure breast cancer,

And be world famous ballerina,

She’ll be the next queen of rock and roll,

Rest in peace miss Tina,

Yea my little princess will do all right.

So right now with all of our friends right here,

This is gonna’ be a special time, I can’t wait for later this year,

So we don’t need to make no viral video,

But let’s make sure we have all our cups in a row.

Solo and highball and martini to hold our drink,

And enough ice to fill a hockey rink,

As for that powder, I had an idea,

And I’m sure it won’t make you blink,

A little rum never hurt nobody,

Oh yea, it won’t raise a stink,

So I have invited your best friend,

And you all know her,

That bama breeze dressed all pretty in pink.

Yea that will be the day,

That will be the site,

A gender reveal done right.

We don’t need to start no wildfire,

We don’t need to start a war,

That’s why god made whiskey,

That’s what drinkin’ days are for.

So come on baby,

Let’s do this thing right.

A little whiskey never hurt nobody,

Oh yea, it will do,

So let’s invite my best friend,

And you all know him,

Mr. Johnny Walker Blue.

Yea that will be the day,

That will be the site,

A gender reveal done right.

Gender reveal done right.

Livin’ close to the ledge,

Got myself on death’s door,

Seein’ that yellow flag,

Gonna’ even up the score.

Livin’ near the flame,

Got myself too close to the sun,

Seein’ that corner blitz,

Gonna’ call a middle run.

That crowd’s goin’ wild, got the blood pumpin’,

Lump in my throat, and that heart a’thumpin’,

But in my ear I hear, I hear, I hear,

Back, Back, Back,

I won’t make you cry,

Cause I got my own get back guy,

Back, Back, Back,

He won’t let you die,

You all need your own get back guy.

Livin’ outside the lines,

Got myself in trouble,

Seein’ that look in your eye,

Gonna’ order a double.

Livin’ on knife’s edge,

Got myself sliced open,

Seein’ that booty move,

Gonna’ have me elopin’.

That crowd’s goin’ wild, got the blood pumpin’,

Lump in my throat, and that heart a’thumpin’,

But in my ear I hear, I hear, I hear,

Back, Back, Back,

I won’t make you cry,

Cause I got my own get back guy,

Back, Back, Back,

He won’t let you die,

You all need your own get back guy.

Livin’ in the fast lane,

Got the radar breakin’,

Seein’ that honky tonk,

Gonna’ have those hips a’shakin’.

Livin’ naked and free,

Got the boys hangin’ low,

Seein’ those southern curves,

Gonna’ have ourselves a show.

That crowd’s goin’ wild, got the blood pumpin’,

Lump in my throat, and that heart a’thumpin’,

But in my ear I hear, I hear, I hear,

Back, Back, Back,

I won’t make you cry,

Cause I got my own get back guy,

Back, Back, Back,

He won’t let you die,

You all need your own get back guy.

Hey Charlie,

I think it’s about time,

How ‘bout we teach this boy a thing or two,

Don’t touch the jukebox,

Or my Johnny Walker blue,

No mud on the carpets,

You better wipe off your shoes,

Clean up your garbage,

And mind all your p’s and q’s.

We both know it’s easy,

Just obey these house rules,

The consequences are quite small,

It’s just his life to lose.

‘Cause Charlie hasn’t told ya,

I will bust some skulls,

No, there ain’t no doubt,

If you want to stick around,

You better get it right, or get on out.

Yea, bust some skulls,

Gonn’ bust some skulls,

So if you want to stick around,

You better get it right, or get on out.

Hey Charlie,

This boy hasn’t caught on,

He ain’t gonna’ be round here,

Or breathin’ very long.

Hey Charlie,

Why don’t you teach him a thing or two,

About what those billiard cues,

And balls can do.

‘Cause that 8-ball don’t have no magic left,

That boy must be blind,

Or maybe just a little bit deaf.

We both know it’s easy,

Just obey these house rules,

The consequences are quite small,

It’s just his life to lose.

‘Cause Charlie hasn’t told ya,

I will bust some skulls,

No, there ain’t no doubt,

If you want to stick around,

You better get it right, or get on out.

Bust some skulls,

Gonna’ bust some skulls,

Tonight,

Tonight,

Gonna’ bust some skulls,

Gonna’ bust some skulls.

So if you want to stick around,

You better get it right, or get on out.

We both know it’s easy,

Just obey these house rules,

The consequences are quite small,

It’s just his life to lose.

‘Cause Charlie hasn’t told ya,

I will bust some skulls,

No, there ain’t no doubt,

If you want to stick around,

You better get it right, or get on out.

Shakira said them hips don’t lie,

Brad Paisley said I’m still a guy,

At that honky tonk you’ll see why,

Me and you ain’t got no alibi.

We shake and groove and dance all night,

We rock and move in the moonlight,

Don’t need that Colombiana,

That chick named Anna,

That Vegas floozy,

That girl called Suzy.

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme that low down boogy,

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme that way you feel me,

Gimme that high,

Gimme that low,

Gimme that down home country flow,

Gimme them country hips, them country hips.

Friends of mine don’t understand,

When they see where I put my hands,

On that floor you’ll know where I stand,

Those hips of yours make me your man.

We shake and groove and dance all night,

We rock and move in the moonlight,

Don’t need that Island cutie,

That big ol’ booty,

That Broadway dancer,

That girl’s a cancer.

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme that low down boogy,

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme that way you feel me,

Gimme that high,

Gimme that low,

Gimme that down home country flow,

Gimme them country hips, them country hips

Don’t need that Colombiana,

That chick named Anna,

That Vegas floozy,

That girl called Suzy.

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme them country hips!

Don’t need that Island cutie,

That big ol’ booty,

That Broadway dancer,

That girl’s a cancer.

Gimme them country hips,

Gimme them country hips!

Country hips!

Chirp, chirp, the crickets and cicadas,

All night scratching their backs,

Hurt, hurt, all my boys right now,

Sore from squatting their racks.

Shootin’ for that tik tok fame,

Goin’ for them likes,

It ain’t nothin’ but a game,

You say you want roses,

But you just searchin’ for some pain.

You say you want a girl real hip,

Yoga mats and an Italian whip,

But gimme’ a swap meet trip,

A girl carefree, a girl with a flip.

Frosted tips,

Ruby red lips,

Sweet converse kicks,

And don’t forget,

Those nextel flips.

Chirp, chirp,

That girl with a flip.

You know you really wanna’ hit,

That girl over there talkin’ on the flip,

Chirp, chirp,

That girl with a flip.

Damn, I bet she’s got a dragon on her hip,

That girl over there talkin’ on the flip.

Chirp, chirp,

That girl with a flip.

You say you want a girl real hip,

Yoga mats and an italian whip,

But gimme’ a swap meet trip,

A girl carefree, a girl with a flip.

Go search for the crickets and cicadas,

But they’re all gone,

Adios, see-ya lata,

Now got a girl to scratch my back,

And if she luck,

I’ll scratch right back.

No more shootin’ for that tik tok fame,

I don’t need it,

It’s totally lame,

I need nothin’ but sunshine,

And that spot is constantly rain.

You say you want a girl real hip,

Yoga mats and an Italian whip,

But gimme’ a swap meet trip,

A girl carefree, a girl with a flip.

Damn, I bet she’s got a dragon on her hip,

That girl over there talkin’ on the flip.

Chirp, chirp,

That girl with a flip.

She’s going in studs up,

Those boots are slipped on tight,

She’s about ready to give it her all,

Gonna’ make it one hell of a night.

Yea, she’s going in studs up,

And you better be ready to fall,

Three margaritas deep by 10,

You better answer her call.

When she goes in studs up,

Studs up.

She’s going in studs up,

And you know that’s on you,

That bouncer boy, he ain’t messin’ ‘round,

Yea, he can pull a card or two.

‘Cause it’s about to go down,

In this smashville town,

You better start gettin’ a clue.

When she goes in studs up,

Yea, studs up,

She goin’ in studs up.

Those three inch heels,

Like hell on wheels,

Damn they look good on you.

But if you ask me,

You need more than three,

Yea, that’s the truth.

When she goes in studs up,

Studs up,

Studs up.

Those studs,

Damn they look good on you.

Those studs,

Got me feeling black and blue.

Those studs,

Next time give me a clue.

Yea, she’s going in studs up,

And you better be ready to fall,

Three margaritas deep by 10,

You better answer her call.

When she goes in studs up,

Studs up.

‘Cause it’s about to go down,

In this smashville town,

You better start gettin’ a clue.

When she goes in studs up,

Yea, studs up,

She goin’ in studs up.

When she goes in studs up,

Studs up,

Studs up.

Show me them digits girl!

The left, not right,

We don’t have all night,

At the bar,

In my car,

You and me are right.

So please baby,

Stop putting up a fight,

Show me that left, not right,

Cause we goin’ ring huntin’

Ring huntin’ baby.

I got a feelin’,

You ain’t believin’,

We could grab a byte,

I got a feelin’,

You ain’t believin’,

I could be mr right.

So please baby,

Stop puttin’ up a fight,

Show me that left, not right,

Cause we goin’ ring huntin’

Going ring huntin’ baby.

I don’t play no second fiddle,

I’m no man for a riddle,

You getting’ put on block,

If I see that shiny ol’ rock,

Honey stop a hidin’,

My whole life’s a ridin.’

On that hand,

I got a plan,

Gonna be your man.

So please baby,

Stop puttin’ up a fight,

Show me that left, not right,

Show me that left, not right,

Cause we goin’ ring huntin’

Going ring huntin’ baby.

We don’t need no fancy plans,

We lookin’ at those pretty ol hands,

Cause you be commitin’ a theft,

If you got that bling on your left.

On that hand,

I got a plan,

Gonna be your man.

You gettin’ put on block,

If I see that shiny ol’ rock,

Show me that left, not right,

Show me that left, not right,

Ring huntin’,

Ring huntin.’

I don’t play no second fiddle,

I’m no man for a riddle,

You gettin’ put on block,

If I see that shiny ol’ rock,

Honey stop a hidin’,

My whole life’s a ridin’,

Ring huntin.’

You down for a scratch or two,

Lately baby you been feelin’ blue,

Been goin’ on seven years,

But Norma Jeane ain’t round here baby,

So have no fear, but I got that itch now baby,

It needs a scratch, and you got that itch to match.

Like poison ivy on my skin,

Crawlin’ and gnawin’ at every inch,

I got that twitch now baby,

It ain’t no sin,

I got that pulse now baby,

It’s just an itch,

You got that itch to match,

Yea, you got that itch to match.

There ain’t no catch here baby,

You got that itch to match,

There ain’t no latch on this door here baby,

You got that itch to match,

There ain’t no ax here baby,

Those nails look good for a scratch,

There ain’t no tax on you baby,

So come over and scratch,

I know you got that itch to match.

You down for a scratch or two or three,

Lately baby like a bear on a tree,

Been goin’ on seven years now baby,

But Norma Jeane ain’t round here baby,

So have no fear, but I got that itch now baby,

It needs a scratch, and you got that itch to match.

Like mosquitos on my skin,

Crawlin’ and gnawin’ at every inch,

I got that twitch now baby,

It ain’t no sin,

I got that pulse now baby,

It’s just an itch,

You got that itch to match,

Yea, you got that itch to match.

There ain’t no catch here baby,

You got that itch to match,

There ain’t no latch on this door here baby,

You got that itch to match,

There ain’t no ax here baby,

Those nails look good for a scratch,

There ain’t no tax on you baby,

So come over and scratch.

I know you got that itch to match,

Yea you got that itch to match,

You got that itch to match.

You view yourself as being so wild,

But I gotta tell you baby,

You’re a petulant child,

You do yourself no favors with the way you act,

In fact,

Gotta say sometimes you have no tact,

You too can sometimes be at fault,

It’s an assault,

On logic to say this relationship should halt,

Ain’t new this feeling you think you got,

It’s not,

And I’ve been thinking a lot.

I got something can’t be unseen,

I got something you can’t erase from your screen,

I got something right out of LL Bean,

That’s right, no rain gonna get me wet,

I’m all set, I’ve got the read receipts.

You girls can be so dumb,

Some of the time I think I care,

I swear, now my whole body is numb,

You sit in your house and scream and pout,

I doubt you have anything to tout,

You wait there for me to chase,

But it’s a waste,

I’ll say to your face, I believe in haste,

Like arsenic and old lace,

Don’t think we can tie the knot,

It’s not meant to be,

And I’ve been thinking a lot.

I got something can’t be unseen,

I got something you can’t erase from your screen,

I got something right out of LL Bean,

That’s right, no rain gonna get me wet,

I’m all set, I’ve got the read receipts.

Got something can’t be unseen,

So stop actin’ like a silly teen,

I’ve got the read receipts.

Sometimes things go your way,

First in line, you draw a royal flush,

But when it don’t go your way,

Why don’t you settle down,

Why don’t you just hush.

They say fortune favors the bold,

Well it just may be true,

But let you in on something,

I’ve got a little secret,

I got to tell you.

I’ve got two thumbs on the scale,

And one eye on you,

You can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue.

You thought this love was all by chance,

When we first met,

When we had that first dance,

But I had two thumbs on the scale,

Yes all along,

I paid off that DJ,

To play your favorite 90’s song.

Yea, I’ve got two thumbs on the scale,

And one eye on you,

You can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue,

Yea, you can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue.

I’ve got one foot in the ground,

And the other’s running towards you,

One love has been lost,

And another one has been found,

I have two thumbs on the scale,

Yes all along,

This has got to be right,

Because I don’t see nothin’ wrong.

Yea, I’ve got two thumbs on the scale,

And one eye on you,

You can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue,

Yea, you can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue.

No other man has any clue how to treat you right,

No other man has was it takes,

No other man can hold you in his arms,

No other man knows how love makes.

That’s why I have two thumbs on the scale,

Yea, I have two thumbs on the scale,

Might not be fair, but let’s flip the score,,

Yea, I have two thumbs on the scale,

Because all’s fair in love and war.

I’ve got two thumbs on the scale,

And one eye on you,

You can’t have no other man,

They don’t have no clue.

Just another night hitting the sauce,

Can’t take another minute of time,

I’m on my perch like a boss,

You’re smiling acting so cool,

I’m about to make a move,

About to play a fool.

Who’s this dude you’re taking to,

Haven’t seen him here before,

He has one drink,

I’ve already had 3,

No actually I’ve had 4.

Damn, I see that bubbly drink in his hand,

Shoot, is that a fanny pack on his hip,

Man, did he just request Dave Matthews Band.

When we met on that deck,

I thought you were a real cool chick,

But go on, keep turtleneck.

Go on, keep turtleneck.

You ain’t the chick for me,

Damn, what year is it,

Are you too blind to see,

This metro’s got it all figured out,

You need a little Blake,

But this dude is lip singing no doubt,

You need that honey bee,

Instead you got a limp biscuit,

A caffeine free iced tea.

Damn, I see that bubbly drink in his hand,

Shoot, is that a fanny pack on his hip,

Man, did he just request Dave Matthews Band.

When we met on that deck,

I thought you were a real cool chick,

But go on, keep turtleneck.

Go on, keep turtleneck.

Damn, I see that bubbly drink in his hand,

Shoot, is that a fanny pack on his hip,

Man, did he just request Dave Matthews Band.

When we met on that deck,

I thought you were a real cool chick,

But go on, keep turtleneck.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need to watch where I’m steppin’,

Stop diggin’ that big hole,

Mistakes are really pilin’ up,

They really takin’ their toll.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need to keep one eye open,

Two hands on the wheel,

Words can never express how bad,

It is that I feel.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need to count my blessings,

Pray at least once a day,

This will never happen again,

But I know what you’re gonna say.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need to mind my manners,

Keep these thoughts inside,

It’s only 6pm,

I got nowhere to hide.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need to be on my best behavior,

Not test lady luck,

Standin’ next to that fryin’ pan,

So I better duck.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

I put my hand in the blender,

Foot in the trap,

It’s only supper time,

Already eatin’ from your lap.

Need you to fix me up,

I’m all battered and bruised,

Need you to stitch me up,

The I’m sorry’s all used.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

Gonna’ make it up to you,

Gonnna’ make it right,

I put my hand in the blender tonight.

Restin’ easy, like Bruce Wayne,

Scratch, dig, claw, fight off the pain,

Gettin’ over me, drivin’ you insane,

Send that bat signal, here comes Bane.

I’m hanging upside down, in your head,

Day and night, when you’re in bed,

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Hanging upside down, in your head.

Restin’ easy, and ready to pounce,

Scratch, dig, claw, gonna’ hit you where it counts,

It’s nightmare fuel, sold by the ounce,

Til’ the pressure, just mounts and mounts.

I’m hanging upside down in your head,

Day and night, when you’re in bed,

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Hanging upside down in your head.

Restin’ easy, I got all night,

Scratch, dig, claw, put up a fight,

You and me, may still be right,

Remember babe, we like to bite.

I’m hanging upside down, in your head,

Day and night, when you’re in bed,

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Hanging upside down, in your head.

Restin’ easy, I want you back,

Scratch, dig, claw, you have a knack,

For fightin’ baby, that you never lack,

But I’ll keep hangin’ baby, and talkin’ smack.

I’m hanging upside down, in your head,

Day and night, when you’re in bed,

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Hanging upside down, in your head.

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Blood rushin’, you seein’ red,

Hanging upside down, in your head.

Restin’ easy, and ready to pounce,

It’s nightmare fuel, sold by the ounce,

Hanging upside down, in your head,

Hanging upside down, in your head.

This is dedicated to my buddy who held on way too long,

In three words I can explain what went wrong,

So let’s sum it up in this country song.

You’re a lion, a tiger, an alpha male,

Master of your domain,

A Christian Bale, a Hemmingway tale,

But I seen those warning signs on that trip to Spain,

Written all over your face in them posts,

Better I tell you now,

Cause them wedding bells ring, and it’s too late for most.

Hard to handle, you did all you could,

Hard to handle, move on like you should,

Hard to handle, a fifth won't do you no good.

A little Jack or Jim won’t change a thing,

I’ll be your financial advisor, your Chuck Schwab,

Save you those bennis on that ring,

And those years that girl gonna rob,

Of that vitality, that masculinity, that bond between you and me,

The holy trinity, the father, the son,

The holy ghost, got you whipped more than most.

Hard to handle, you did all you could,

Hard to handle, move on like you should,

Hard to handle, a fifth won't do you no good.

Hard to handle, you did all you could,

Hard to handle, move on like you should,

A handle could do you some good.

You got this notion,

There ain’t more fish in the ocean,

But let me tell you something my friend,

Them pheromones, always be in motion,

That sonar never on the mend,

You’re a whale, a shark, and alpha male,

Master of your domain,

A Christian Bale, a Hemmingway tale,

Not the Old Man and the Sea,

The Sun Also Rises,

For you and for me.

Move on like you should,

A handle could do you some good.

A handle could do you some good.

Move on like you should,

A handle could do you some good.

A handle could do you some good.

This feels like a job,

I put it all them years,

From an apprentice to master,

Blood, sweat, and some tears.

Some tears of sadness,

Some tears of joy,

Some tears it’s a girl,

Some tears it’s a boy.

You tell me you want some liberty,

Some time on dry land,

You want a few days,

Maybe some toes in the sand.

But baby, I got some news for you,

And it comes straight from the top.

So lean in close,

I got a real hot tip,

I got a secret to tell you,

You about to go on a trip,

So pack your bags,

And here’s your pink slip.

Yea, pack them bags,

Don’t forget your pink slip.

It ain’t all that bad,

I hear Hawaii is nice this time of year,

Make sure you have TSA pre,

Or maybe add on the Clear.

So pack your bags,

And get ready for an amazing trip,

Oh I forgot one thing,

Here’s your pink slip.

Yea, pack them bags,

Don’t forget your pink slip.

Pink like that flamingo,

Pink like that Barbie toy,

Pink like that Valentino shoe,

You know what baby,

Pink always looked good on you.

Yea, pink looks good on you,

So here’s a pink slip.

So lean in close,

I got a real hot tip,

I got a secret to tell you,

You about to go on a trip,

So pack your bags,

And here’s your pink slip.

So pack your bags,

And here’s your pink slip.

Yea, pack them bags,

Don’t forget your pink slip.

The expense account is officially closed,

Cards are canceled,

You’re on your own,

Bon voyage,

Pink slip,

Yea, here’s your pink slip.

So lean in close,

I got a real hot tip,

I got a secret to tell you,

You about to go on a trip,

So pack your bags,

And here’s your pink slip.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Mark the way for me with your lite brite,

I’m comin’ round on my little pony tonight,

This cowboy’s gonna’ rescue you,

Climb out the window, we gonna miss curfew,

Free fallin’ and born in the USA,

So 80’s ladies, what do you say,

What do you say-ay.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey, hey, hey 80’s ladies.

Hey 80s’ ladies,

What you think about this,

Get rid of the sting with a little kiss.

Hey 80’s ladies,

How about we dull the pain,

With a little white lightning,

And some purple rain.

Hey 80’s ladies,

How about we ditch our phones,

And play a little bit of George,

Those legends Strait and Jones.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Mark the way for me with your lite brite,

I’m comin’ round on my little pony tonight,

This cowboy’s gonna’ rescue you,

Climb out the window, we gonna miss curfew,

Free fallin’ and born in the USA,

So 80’s ladies, what do you say,

What do you say-ay.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey, hey, hey 80’s ladies.

Hey 80s’ ladies,

I’ll meet you out in the cabbage patch,

With my football jersey and your shoulder pads to match.

Hey 80’s ladies,

You know what I need,

For the world to move,

With a lot less speed.

Yea, a lot less speed,

That’s just what we need,

So how about it,

Do I have to beg and plead.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Mark the way for me with your lite brite,

I’m comin’ round on my little pony tonight,

This cowboy’s gonna’ rescue you,

Climb out the window, we gonna miss curfew,

Free fallin’ and born in the USA,

So 80’s ladies, what do you say,

What do you say-ay.

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey 80’s ladies,

Hey, hey, hey 80’s ladies.

Hey 80’s ladies,

This cowboy’s gonna rescue you tonight.

Get out, where the mangrove meets the rains,

Get out, where they’re gators, no longer cains,

Get out, where the whispers turn to love,

Get out, where your call comes from high above.

Get out that ol’ mindset,

Get out that tenderness,

Get out that all regrets,

Get out that naive bliss.

Listen to this vet,

You’re just a rook,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

You got the bait,

You got the hook,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

Get out and hook that snook,

Get out and hook that snook.

Get out, what you still doin’ hangin’ around here,

Get out, get some courage, crack open a beer,

Get out, the sun it’s shinin’ bright,

Get out, before it’s dark and there ain’t no light.

Get out that ol’ mindset,

Get out that tenderness,

Get out that all regrets,

Get out that naive bliss.

Listen to this vet,

You’re just a rook,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

She got the hunger,

She got the look,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

Get out and hook that snook,

Get out and hook that snook.

She got the hunger,

She got the look,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

Get out,

Get out and hook that snook,

Get out, what you still doin’ hangin’ around here,

Get out, get some courage, crack open a beer,

Get out,

Get out and hook that snook.

Get out that ol’ mindset,

Get out that tenderness,

Get out that no regrets,

Get out that naive bliss.

Listen to this vet,

You’re just a rook,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

You got the bait,

You got the hook,

Cast out that line,

And hook that snook.

Get out and hook that snook,

Get out and hook that snook,

Hook that snook,

Hook that snook.

You tell me I’m not a billionaire,

But you know what baby, I really don’t care,

I’m rich and blessed as a man can be,

Got that Ram, Silverado, and that F-150,

You tell me baby, I really want to get hitched,

But I know too many boys that got left on the side of the road,

Stripped down, left for dead, and altogether ditched,

You know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

So sign and notarize this little prenup,

How ‘bout it baby, it ain’t that tough,

How ‘bout a little prenup.

Yea, there are few things on earth as precious to me,

As my rods, my guns, and this little key,

Just think of what you would do in my shoes,

Scratch that thought, you got hundreds in reds, blacks, and blues,

You say you want ‘til death do us part,

Well girl, this is the way, this is how we start,

And if you don’t like that I brought it up,

Well, that’s the end then, you’re out of luck.

‘Cause you know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

So sign and notarize this little prenup,

How ‘bout it baby, it ain’t that tough,

How ‘bout a little prenup.

You know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

Yea, you’re out of luck,

You ain’t ever getting my truck.

I did my research, even got on legalzoom,

Thought hard about it when you were out the room,

It’s what needs to be done, it’s for the best,

If not, I’ll toss and turn and never rest,

No, I’ll never rest,

Will toss and turn and never rest,

No, I’ll never get up,

‘Til you sign this little prenup.

You know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

So sign and notarize this little prenup,

How ‘bout it baby, it ain’t that tough,

How ‘bout a little prenup.

You know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

Yea, you’re out of luck,

You ain’t ever getting my truck.

All the Rockefellers do it,

The Kennedy’s too,

It don’t mean nothing baby,

Don’t stop me from loving you.

But there are few things on earth as precious to me,

As my rods, my guns, and this little key,

The key to my truck,

Yea, you’re out of luck,

You ain’t ever getting my truck.

You know you ain’t ever getting my truck,

So sign and notarize this little prenup,

How ‘bout it baby, it ain’t that tough,

How ‘bout a little prenup.

Veni, vidi, vici,

Don’t be so preachy,

Carpe diem, need some quid pro quo,

Just sit on back and enjoy the show,

Like Caesar with some quick action,

Gonna’ give you some of this satisfaction,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered.

You ain’t getting no mea culpa,

This ain’t no ropa dopa,

I ain’t some persona non grata,

Lovin’ you girl takes a lotta,

This bona fide toxic masculinity,

This de facto love between you and me,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Like Caesar with some quick action,

Gonna’ give you some of this satisfaction,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Carpe diem, need some quid pro quo,

Just sit on back and enjoy the show.

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Veni, vidi, vici, don’t be so preachy,

Just sit on back and enjoy the show.

Like Caesar with some quick action,

Gonna’ give you some of this satisfaction,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

Veni, vidi, vici.

Sun shining down,

It’s comin’ from the heavens today,

Need to get on my knees,

And to god I pray.

Give me what I want,

It’s all I need,

When you cut me open,

I don’t want to bleed.

I want that feelin’ like spiderman,

Climbing up buildings and fightin’ crime,

Seein’ life from below,

And doin’ no time.

No, no, doin’ no time,

So let’s go for a ride,

You ready.

Hang with me,

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Rightside, wrongside, dayside, nightside,

Two, four, seven, three, six, five, we ride,

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Come to the brightside of life,

Hang with me all night.

You think you got me caught in a web of lies,

But not so fast,

I got the receipts,

I got the alibis.

So squeeze in tight and make some room,

I get a little closer,

And play it real good,

If we go all night, we can sleep ‘til noon.

I want that feelin’ like spiderman,

Climbing up buildings and fightin’ crime,

Seein’ life from below,

And doin’ no time.

No, no, doin’ no time,

So let’s go for a ride,

You ready.

Hang with me,

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Rightside, wrongside, dayside, nightside,

Two, four, seven, three, six, five, we ride,

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Come to the brightside of life,

Hang with me all night.

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Two, four, seven, three, six, five, we ride.

Let’s go for a ride,

And hang with me all night.

I want that feelin’ like spiderman,

Climbing up buildings and fightin’ crime,

Seein’ life from below,

And doin’ no time.

Inside, outside, upside, downside,

Two, four, seven, three, six, five, we ride.

Let’s go for a ride,

And hang with me all night.

Come to the brightside of life,

Hang with me all night.

Girl, you know you done me wrong, and that’s a fact,

Last year I went through your phone,

And saw every Dick, Harry, Bill, and Jack,

Then there was that trip down to the lake,

It just wasn’t a one-time deal,

It wasn’t no honest mistake.

You got that wicked soul, it’s made of stone,

You got me sitting home feeling so lonely,

Like I’m doin’ this all alone,

You bent on crushing me like ice,

Why don’t you just stick me in it,

Yea, that thing right there, that small device.

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

Blended it real smooth,

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

With one pulse, one quick move,

Yea, you crushed my heart in the ninja,

And that blade keeps on turning,

Blood soaked in every groove.

Why do you have that guilty look,

You powered it up real quick,

Only a few seconds, that’s all it took,

You been waiting to do that so long,

Why don’t you just admit it,

Girl you know, you done me wrong.

Look at it there, it stained the bowl,

Red like a new age battle,

Yea, it’s really taken its toll,

And this man he can’t take no more,

Why don’t you read the owner's manual,

It’s not what that was made for.

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

Blended it real smooth,

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

With one pulse, one quick move,

Yea, you crushed my heart in the ninja,

And that blade keeps on turning,

Blood soaked in every groove.

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

In the ninja,

My heart in the ninja.

Yea, you crushed my heart in the ninja,

Damn it happened so fast,

One pulse, one quick move.

Never saw it coming,

My heart’s in the ninja.

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

Blended it real smooth,

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

With one pulse, one quick move,

Yea, you crushed my heart in the ninja,

And that blade keeps on turning,

Blood soaked in every groove.

Now it’s time to get my sweet revenge,

I got a little device of my own,

Yea, it’s hidin’ out back, behind the henge,

So next time you thinkin’ about playing games,

Just remember, I got all the pictures,

Yea, I got all the names.

You’re cheatin’ days, yea they are through,

My heart may be blended,

But I ain’t done with you.

No I ain’t done with you.

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

Blended it real smooth,

You crushed my heart in the ninja,

With one pulse, one quick move,

Yea, you crushed my heart in the ninja,

And that blade keeps on turning,

Blood soaked in every groove.

Let’s put it on ice,

That body lookin’ so nice,

There ain’t no debate,

It’s at least a seven or eight,

We don’t need no whiskey drink,

Let’s get you off that rink,

Put you in check,

You about to get wrecked.

It ain’t no minor infraction,

We need some major action,

Don’t need no boring lady,

So put me in the sin bin baby,

The sin bin of love,

The sin bin of love.

Got me bringin’ that heat,

Tonight you in for a treat,

Got me divin’ for the boards,

You gonna’ be lookin’ towards,

This body made for sin,

Got me goin’ for the win,

Not no lose or draw,

Got that ice on thaw.

It ain’t no minor infraction,

We need some major action,

Don’t need no boring lady,

So put me in the sin bin baby,

The sin bin of love,

The sin bin of love.

I ain’t gonna’ try to escape,

So put down that damn vape,

Me and you goin’ all night,

Showin’ you how to do it right.

This sin can’t be held by no tin,

This sin comes from within,

This sin is max, it ain’t no min,

So put me in that sin bin,

The sin bin of love.

It’s 10PM and the neighbors’ in bed,

But the night has got me all worked up,

Let’s hike in the woods,

Let’s spike some dry goods,

Let’s run moonshine from the back of our truck.

We’re young and we’re fun,

We’re alive and we’re free,

Let’s live a life on the run,

It’s 10PM and the neighbors in bed,

You up for some adventure now hun.

You up for some adventure now hun.

Let’s go,

Light it up,

1, 2, 3, come on now.

A little silver, a little lead,

The whole town seeing red,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

It’s 10PM, ain’t no time for bed.

Doing 90 in the chevy,

The air it feelin’ heavy,

That suspension holdin’ steady,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

11PM ain’t no time for bed.

Rockin’ on all night,

It’s so wrong it’s right,

Stop at Johnny’s for a bite,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

12AM ain’t no time for bed.

We’re young and we’re fun,

We’re alive and we’re free,

Let’s live a life on the run,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

It’s 1AM and the neighbors in bed.

2, 3, 4AM, we still paintin’ the town red,

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

It ain’t no time for bed.

5AM and the neighbors wakin’ from their bed,

We still tearin’ in up,

We still paintin’ the town red,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

It ain’t no time for bed.

We’re young and we’re fun,

We’re alive and we’re free,

Let’s live a life on the run,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

We ain’t ever goin’ to bed.

The neighbors’ house is painted red,

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red,

We can sleep when we’re dead,

Never go to bed.

Whiskey glass half full,

It’s closing time at the bar,

On my fifth or sixth round by now,

Gave the bartender the keys to my car.

Got that bad diagnosis,

Bills are overdue,

I nearly lost it all,

But all I can think about is you.

This may seem like some aberration,

Some anomaly, some fluke,

But it’s not that whiskey liver,

That may cause me to puke.

Missing your hellos, missing your goodbyes,

You may think, there’s only so much a grown man can cry,

But for me the pain it never leaves,

It’s just another day ending in Y,

Just another day ending in Y-I-I-I-I.

All these years have past,

But the hurt it’s never gone,

Yea, it stays deep inside of me,

From dusk until the break of dawn.

The raindrops come pouring down,

The clouds they really are so dark,

God I think you’re telling me,

It’s time to move that car out of park.

Missing your hellos, missing your goodbyes,

You may think, there’s only so much a grown man can cry,

But for me the pain it never leaves,

It’s just another day ending in Y,

Just another day ending in Y-I-I-I-I.

Monday can’t be gone soon enough,

Tuesday’s movin’ so slow,

Wednesday’s got me countin’ the hours,

Thursday can’t wait to go,

Friday got me lookin out with a stare,

Saturday starts to clear on up,

Sunday I see a rainbow over there.

I’m missing your hellos, missing your goodbyes,

The pain I think will start to leave,

Tomorrow is another day ending in Y.

Yea, I’m missing your hellos, missing your goodbyes,

The pain I think will start to leave,

Tomorrow is another day ending in Y,

Just another day ending in Y-I-I-I-I,

Y-I-I-I-I-I-I-I,

Another day ending in Y.

This song goes out to all those who have faked it,

You know who you are,

Just fake it til you make it.

That cowboy hat’s on backwards,

That whiskey river’s flowing upstream,

That truck has leather seats,

That yell is for the wrong team,

And the wrong sport, yee-haw.

We all bring a little faux to the show,

We all chat a little GPT,

We all add a little southern drawl,

We all pretend like we can see.

Like a mink on a shoulder,

Like a watch on a wrist,

Like a shaky bootleg movie,

Like that last goodbye kiss,

Just fake it til you make it.

Fake, fake, fake, it til you make it,

Yea, that’s right,

You know who you are out there,

Just fake it til you make it.

That mayo’s got no twang,

That ball ain’t got no zip,

That dog don’t have no bone,

And you call that shakin’ your hips,

Let me show you how.

We all bring a little faux to the show,

We all chat a little GPT,

We all add a little southern drawl,

We all pretend like we can see.

Like a mink on a shoulder,

Like a watch on a wrist,

Like a shaky bootleg movie,

Like that last goodbye kiss,

Just fake it til you make it.

Fake, fake, fake, it til you make it,

Yea, that’s right,

You know who you are out there,

Just fake it til you make it.

Like a mink on a shoulder,

Like a watch on a wrist,

Like a shaky bootleg movie,

Like that last goodbye kiss,

Just fake it til you make it.

Fake, fake, fake, it til you make it,

Yea, that’s right,

You know who you are out there,

Just fake it til you make it.

Fake, fake, fake, it til you make it.

Rollin’ down 24,

The engine light is on,

Smoke coming out,

Damn, something must be wrong.

Been goin’ for 100,000 miles,

Through thick and thin,

Rain, snow, or shine,

Through a bunch of tires.

We don’t need no triple A,

A call to daddy,

Or to your brother,

No, not today.

I got a cure for what we need,

So hear me out,

We need a little more oil,

And a lot less speed.

We need to get this old chevy rollin’ again,

So hit that button,

I’ll tell you when.

We’re under the hood,

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

Fixin’ it good,

Fixin’ it good,

Tonight.

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

On closer inspection it all looks in order,

Just got a little too hot from this Tennessee sun,

Needed some water an eighth,

And some oil a quarter.

It needed a little tlc,

A little turn here, and a little poke there,

But I’ve been tellin you forever,

Baby, that’s why you got me.

We need to get this old chevy rollin’ again,

So hit that button,

I’ll tell you when.

We’re under the hood,

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

Fixin’ it good,

Fixin’ it good,

Tonight.

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

When we’re under the hood, you’re feelin’ like you should,

You’re in the shop, and never want it to stop.

When we’re under the hood, you do things I knew you would,

Let it all go, and let that jack work real slow.

We’re under the hood,

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

Fixin’ it good,

Fixin’ it good,

Tonight.

Under the hood,

Under the hood.

You want to flip that switch,

I don’t care if you do or don’t,

I’m laying here hoping maybe you won’t,

We’ve had our ups and downs,

Yea, like those napa hills,

We’ve had our real good times, along with some thrills.

You’re like a Georgia night,

Like some sweet peach tea,

I tried to fight, but I don’t think it’s meant to be,

Like two passing ships,

One headed north, and one south,

Like a kick to a head, and a punch to the mouth.

So flip that switch,

Or leave it be,

Maybe option three.

Lights on or off,

It don’t matter,

Because you’re still blind,

You can’t see,

That you’ll never be,

The one for me.

I’m voting present,

I abstain from the bench,

I got that thirst baby that you can’t quench,

Like a salt soaked ocean,

Like a rain soaked road,

I’m breakin free, I’m breakin’ the mold.

Let me break free,

Yea, let me break free,

So flip that switch,

Or leave it be,

Maybe option three.

Yea, maybe option three.

Lights on or off,

It don’t matter,

Because you’re still blind,

You can’t see,

That you’ll never be,

The one for me.

Let the light shine in,

Yea, just let it flow,

Get the grass greener and make the peaches grow,

Let light turn to dark,

In the blink of an eye,

See if I care, see if I even cry,

You’re like a Georgia night,

Like some sweet peach tea,

Let me break free,

Yea, let me break free,

So flip that switch,

Or leave it be,

Maybe option three.

Yea, maybe option three.

Lights on or off,

It don’t matter,

Because you’re still blind,

You can’t see,

That you’ll never be,

The one for me.

No, you’ll never be,

The one for me.

Like that white picket fence grandaddy put up in the yard,

That trampoline was so fun, but damn, we used to fall so hard,

Those memories, yea, we had our fair share,

Like apple bobbing at the county fair.

You and me were as happy as can be,

Turning that dial on that ‘ol RCA tv,

So many years gone by, yea you’re all grown up,

Your belly so big, you can barely fit in my truck.

Sis, I wish these words could have eyes, yea you could see,

How much I love you, how much you’ve always meant to me,

You’re my star, yea, you’re always shining so bright,

When there’s darkness you bring all the light,

I give my blessing, this man will take you to new heights,

But long live those Texas nights.

All that dirt on your dress, and those scrapes on my knee,

Fan blowing on mama, just that one window mounted a/c,

We had those five acres of fun with Becky and Blue,

But catching those fireflies was only fun with you.

I don’t care if this party ends at ten,

If I don’t tell you now, then I don’t know when,

We had our scraps, yea, we had our brawls,

We had our springs, and we had our falls.

But those summers we spent as a family,

I’ll take to my grave, those memories mean so much to me,

You’re my star, yea, you’re always shining so bright,

When there’s darkness you bring all the light,

I give my blessing, this man will take you to new heights,

But long live those Texas nights.

Now raise a glass, let’s have a toast,

To this special someone I love the most,

Forget the wrongs, there’s a thousand rights,

Long live those Texas nights.

For hundreds of years they’ll tell their kin,

About that girl from Abilene with the first name Lyn,

Etched in the books and in the scrolls,

We made history in those fields and fishing holes.

Now raise a glass, let’s have a toast,

To this special someone I love the most,

Forget the wrongs, there’s a thousand rights,

Long live those Texas nights.

Sis, I wish these words could have eyes, yea you could see,

How much I love you, how much you’ve always meant to me,

You’re my star, yea, you’re always shining so bright,

When there’s darkness you bring all the light,

I give my blessing, this man will take you to new heights,

But long live those Texas nights.

Long live those Texas nights.

Lemme tell you about this pretty little southern belle,

Her long wavy brown hair,

My infatuation is long and hard if you couldn't tell,

I tried to put my finger on it,

Was it her smile, her laugh, or the way she moved,

Or was I just snake bit,

So many good times together,

Fishin' down on the lake,

She got me feelin' like I'm floating on that water like a feather,

But that's not all there is,

Yes I want to live together,

And her to raise my kids,

But I knew she was the one, when we had our most fun,

That look in her eyes, when i took a chunk of that juicy thigh,

It was love at first bite,

Love at first bite.

It was those greasy spoons,

Them sexy lips and those growing hips,

And those tailgates had me over the moon,

I remember that deep fried something or other at the county fair,

That late night cravin' takin over your body,

And brisket we had our share,

Yes I knew she was the one, when we had our most fun,

That look in her eyes, when i took a chunk of that juicy thigh,

It was love at first bite,

Love at first bite.

Girls, here are some rules to remember,

Monday Mickie D's if you wanna please me,

Taco Tuesday for a roll in the hay,

Wednesday extra gravy and your'e my lady,

Thursday juicy ribeye and I'm your guy,

Friday chik-fil-a if you wanna stay,

And Saturday pizza day if you want me to say,

Them two words at the chapel on Sunday

Them two words at the Chapel on Sunday…let's eat.

Yes I knew she was the one, when we had our most fun,

That look in her eyes, when I took a chunk of that juicy thigh,

It was love at first bite, love at first bite.

Dolly said heaven will come one day,

Justin said heaven was far away,

All us sinners just want to be,

One day up high above,

All the family with me.

But heaven on earth ain’t just a tune,

Some of us gonna’ find it real soon,

Some fellas find it at the bar,

Other fellas with that brand new car,

Some fellas while making some cue,

Other fellas while admiring the view.

Walkin’ down Division at a quarter past 7,

Damn, someone pinch me,

This must be Lulu-Heaven.

In Lulu-Heaven there’s a hell of a view,

In red, and white,

And even blue,

In Lulu-Heaven time stands still,

And to get up close,

Some fellas would kill,

In Lulu-Heaven there’s some dangerous curves,

Make sure them eyes are on the road,

We don’t need that wheel to swerve,

In Lulu-Heaven imagination runs wild,

Them legs in the air,

Havin’ you feelin’ like a child.

Walkin’ down Division at a quarter past 7,

Damn, someone pinch me,

This must be Lulu-Heaven.

In Lulu-Heaven there’s a hell of a view,

In red, and white,

And even blue,

In Lulu-Heaven time stands still,

And to get up close,

Some fellas would kill,

So come on down at a quarter past 7,

Join me in Lulu-Heaven

I’m sorry baby,

You draining me dry,

Watching that app daily,

Gonna make me weep,

Gonna make me cry.

I give all I can give,

You got all that you need,

I give you the plastic,

You even got the deed.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

Sorry baby,

Don’t know what we’re fighting about,

Push it to the limit,

Scream and shout,

So in a min I’m in,

And max it out.

Yea, yea, yea,

Push it to the limit,

Scream and shout,

So in a min I’m in,

And max it out.

I’m sorry baby,

You getting to the core,

Of the heart of the matter,

The way it used to be,

Those agencies baby,

They really know the score.

I give and I give,

Bit I never get,

You think I have amnesia,

I’ll just hit my head,

I’ll just forget.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

Sorry baby,

Don’t know what we’re fighting about,

Push it to the limit,

Scream and shout,

So in a min I’m in,

And max it out.

Yea, yea, yea,

Push it to the limit,

Scream and shout,

So in a min I’m in,

And max it out.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

Draining, draining, just draining me dry.

I’m in in a min,

And then max it out.

Push, push, push it to the limit,

Scream and shout,

Then max it out.

Max it out.

Mc, mc, mc-fly,

Mc, mc, mc, mc, Marty Mc-fly,

Yea, I’m movin’ through time,

With my tequila and lime,

Like Marty McFly.

We’ve got some years,

And some speeding fines,

We about to change history,

We about to change the times,

Like Marty McFly.

You like it neat,

You like it stiff,

You like it buff,

We both hate it Biff,

Like Marty McFly.

Mc, mc, mc-fly,

Mc, mc, mc, mc, Marty Mc-fly,

Yea, I’m movin’ through time,

With my tequila and lime,

Like Marty McFly.

We’ve got some years,

And some speeding fines,

We about to change history,

We about to change the times,

Like Marty McFly.

You like the valley,

You like the prom queen,

You like this guitar,

We both hated two thousand and fifteen,

Like Marty McFly.

Like Marty McFly,

Mc, mc, mc, mc, Mc-fly,

Like Marty McFly.

You got the tequila,

I got the limes,

Yea, we’re movin’ through time,

Like Marty McFly.

Like Marty McFly,

Mc, mc, mc, mc, Mc-fly,

Like Marty McFly.

We’ve got some years,

And some speeding fines,

We about to change history,

We about to change the times,

Like Marty McFly.

You like your mother,

You like the doc,

You like Van Halen,

We both hate turnin’ back the clock,

Like Marty McFly.

Yea, you like the doc,

But don’t turn back the clock,

No, don’t turn back the clock.

Mc, mc, mc-fly,

Mc, mc, mc, mc, Marty Mc-fly,

Yea, I’m movin’ through time,

With my tequila and lime,

Like Marty McFly.

You got the tequila,

I got the limes,

Yea, we’re movin’ through time,

Like Marty McFly.

Hey baby, been eyeing you for days,

Ever since you first walked into the store,

But I have something to tell you baby,

I really want,

No, I really need something more.

Why don’t you meet me at the traffic light,

You know the only one in town,

Let’s make it a quarter past ten,

I got a little game I like to play,

Let me know if you’re down.

And it goes a little something like this.

Roll the top down,

Make sure old glory’s flying high,

Raise your hands in the air,

Let them fingers touch the sky.

Sweet sweet summertime,

Turn up the volume up high,

Let those birds hear us,

The Road and Radio,

Way up to the sky.

And remember this,

Green means stop,

Red means go,

Yellow means, let’s take it real slow,

We push it in reverse,

We push it in drive,

Man, it feels so good to be alive.

You make it to the barn,

Drinks are on me,

You make it to the creek,

We hittin’ up my duty free,

This bird’s in the sky,

And I have the key,

The key to you heart,

So turn the key and start-art-art.

So why don’t you meet me at the traffic light.

Meet me at the traffic light,

You know the only one in town,

Let’s make it a quarter past ten,

I got a little game I like to play,

Let me know if you’re down.

So why don’t you meet me at the traffic light,

Meet me at the traffic light.

Roll the top down,

Make sure old glory’s flying high,

Raise your hands in the air,

Let them fingers touch the sky.

Sweet sweet summertime,

Turn up the volume up high,

Let those birds hear us,

The Road and Radio,

Way up to the sky.

And remember this,

Green means stop,

Red means go,

Yellow means, let’s take it real slow,

We push it in reverse,

We push it in drive,

Man, it feels so good to be alive.

So meet me at the traffic light,

You know the only one in town,

Yea, at the traffic light.

We’ll write our own Greek tragedy,

Together change history,

Let’s make beautiful poetry,

And explore your biology.

I’ll teach you all my secrets,

This academy always in session,

So come to bed now honey,

We can create our own geology.

Come over baby,

Pour that whiskey from the bottle,

I’ll be your Plato,

If you’ll be my Aristotle.

Our love is immortal,

Come over you’ll find the key,

A fifth of whiskey every night,

Now that’s some math and philosophy.

I’ll tell you about Atlantis,

Aristotle and Socrates,

I’ll guide you to the highest,

Mountain before you leave.

Come over baby,

Pour that whiskey from the bottle,

I’ll be your Plato,

If you’ll be my Aristotle.

I’ll be your Plato,

If you’ll be my Aristotle.

The Greeks had wine,

We have time,

And Jack and Johnny too,

The Greeks had the day,

We have the night,

Drinkin’ Jim and Makers with you.

Don’t need that wine,

We have time,

And Jack and Johnny too,

So pour that whiskey from the bottle,

I’ll be your Plato,

If you’ll be my Aristotle.

So pour that whiskey from the bottle,

I’ll be your Plato,

If you’ll be my Aristotle.

Been six months and I can’t get enough,

Of those slippery hips and those fiery lips,

Yea, you’re making it tough,

But there remains just one more thing,

Do I go all the way, make it every day,

And buy you that ring,

Hey baby, what you say, let’s give it a go,

I’ll give you all you need and then some mo’.

I’m a modern day Da Vinci,

I need me a muse,

Let’s get that spark, let’s light that fuse,

You’ll be my Mona Lisa,

My wonder at Giza,

My, my, daddy pleasa’.

Not a man alive can resist your allure,

When you’re my girl, we’ll go for a whirl,

Damn, that one thing is sure,

Not a man alive can resist your stare,

When you’re my lady, we’ll have some babies,

Damn, how many I don’t even care,

All the fellas say I’m moving too fast,

But I don’t agree, I’ve got the key,

I know all about your past.

I’m a modern day Da Vinci,

I need me a muse,

Let’s get that spark, let’s light that fuse,

You’ll be my Mona Lisa,

My night in Ibiza,

My, my, daddy pleasa’.

You see there remains just one more thing,

Do I go all the way, make it every day,

And buy you that ring,

Hey baby, what you say, let’s give it a go,

I’ll give you all you need and then some mo’.

I’m a modern day Da Vinci,

I need me a muse,

Let’s get that spark, let’s light that fuse,

You’ll be my Mona Lisa,

My wonder at Giza,

My, my, daddy pleasa’.

I’m a modern day Da Vinci,

I need me a muse,

Let’s get that spark, let’s light that fuse,

You’ll be my Mona Lisa,

My wonder at Giza,

My, my, daddy pleasa’,

My, my, daddy pleasa’.

I’m a 90’s boy, you’re from the aughts,

That doesn’t roll off the tongue,

But here I have some thoughts,

Let’s get some of that face to face,

I’ll even watch that Bachelor show,

Hell, I’ll go and grab a case,

Of your favorite cookie dough,

There’s something bubbling inside of me,

That this aughts cutie ought to know.

Been something I need to get off my chest,

These digits, they just need some rest,

Damn girl, my thumbs are numb.

Need some of that tête-à-tête ,

Need some of that GPT,

Need some of that Facetime,

Yea, just you and me,

‘Cause this 90’s boy,

Is so old-school,

Like Vince and Will,

Let’s talk by the pool,

Or at the movie theater,

In our love nest,

Anywhere baby, but via text.

Been something I need to get off my chest,

These digits, they just need some rest,

Damn girl, my thumbs are numb.

Been something I need to get off my chest,

These digits, they just need some rest,

So stop that text, my thumbs are numb,

Stop that text, my thumbs are numb.

Need some of that Zoom meeting,

Need some of that What’s App,

Need some of that landline,

Yea, they still make that crap,

‘Cause this 90’s boy,

Is so old-school,

Like Vince and Will,

Let’s talk by the pool,

Or at the movie theater,

In our love nest,

Anywhere baby, but via text.

Been something I need to get off my chest,

These digits, they just need some rest,

Damn girl, my thumbs are numb.

Been something I need to get off my chest,

These digits, they just need some rest,

So stop that text, my thumbs are numb,

Stop that text, my thumbs are numb.

Come on now, it’s been six weeks,

Let me see some skin,

Come on now, let’s see how god made ya,

Throw those pants in the bin.

Come on now, you know you look good,

Why you being so shy,

Come on now, this ain’t no beauty pageant,

And I’m not a judgy kind of guy.

Got our feet warm by the fire,

Up all night, we never will tire,

We are blessed, yea we got it made,

We’re naked and not afraid.

That’s better now, you feelin’ freer,

See it wasn’t so hard,

That’s better now, let it all hang out,

The neighbors can’t see into our yard.

That’s better now, body heat a flowing,

Yea, come in real close,

That’s better now, can be anywhere,

But I like being with you the most.

Got our feet warm by the fire,

Up all night, we never will tire,

We are blessed, yea we got it made,

We’re naked and not afraid.

Come on now, you scaredy cat,

Under these sheets,

Is where it’s at,

We’re naked and not afraid.

Don’t be afraid no more,

I’m right here,

That’s what god made me for,

I’m right here, here, here, here, here.

Got our feet warm by the fire,

Up all night, we never will tire,

We are blessed, yea we got it made,

We’re naked and not afraid.

Come on now, you scaredy cat,

Under these sheets,

Is where it’s at,

We’re naked and not afraid.

Don’t be afraid no more,

I’m right here,

That’s what god made me for,

I’m right here, here, here, here, here.

Got our feet warm by the fire,

Up all night, we never will tire,

We are blessed, yea we got it made,

We’re naked and not afraid.

Yea, we are blessed, yea we got it made,

We’re naked and not afraid,

Naked and not afraid.

Y’all are getting too predictable,

Y’all are getting too mellow,

Y’all are like a vanilla pudding,

And I’m more of a banana fellow.

I need a little sweet,

A little bit of sass,

A little bit of savory,

And a whole lot of ass.

So shake, shake, shake,

What your mama gave ya,

You know what I need,

Like Richard Petty,

I have that need for speed.

Because I like my yee-haw with a little moan,

I like girls that can dance to some reggaeton,

I like a surprise at the bottom of the cone,

I like green eyes and an olive skin tone,

So, let me welcome you on in,

To the no drone zone.

Y’all are factory printed,

Y’all are no Xena,

Y’all are newly minted,

And I need that fine fine petina.

I need a little sweet,

A little bit of sass,

A little bit of savory,

And a whole lot of ass.

So shake, shake, shake,

What your mama gave ya,

You know what I need,

Like Richard Petty,

I have that need for speed.

Because I like my yee-haw with a little moan,

I like girls that can dance to some reggaeton,

I like a surprise at the bottom of the cone,

I like green eyes and an olive skin tone,

So, let me welcome you on in,

To the no drone zone.

I need a little jiggle,

And a whole lot of wiggle,

A little bit of sass,

And a whole lot of ass.

So shake, shake, shake,

What your mama gave ya,

You know what I need,

Like Richard Petty,

I have that need for speed.

Because I like my yee-haw with a little moan,

I like girls that can dance to some reggaeton,

I like a surprise at the bottom of the cone,

I like green eyes and an olive skin tone,

So, let me welcome you on in,

To the no drone zone.

So, let me welcome you on in,

To the no drone zone,

To the no drone zone.

I’ve been working like a dog, and really stressin’ out,

Been adding up the score, it’s turning into a rout,

But sometimes we need a little pitchers duel,

Can’t always be home runs and rocket fuel,

I don’t know what it is, but these pants are feelin’ real loose,

Need to pick up some more leather and some late night juice,

But can’t shake this thing going round my head,

That I’m doing it wrong, should have listened to what mom said.

Got another notch on my belt tonight,

But I don’t what it is,

This feeling just ain’t right,

So I’ll hold off right now,

Don’t give me that other shoe,

I’ve got this knot inside,

I think I’m fallin’ for you,

Yea, I think I’m fallin’ for you.

Got another notch on my belt,

But I’m fallin’ for you.

Dry out in the sun, need me another cow hide,

This boy is goin’ high and need another long ride,

Miles and miles, day and days at a time,

Preserve me with some salt a little bit of lime,

Yea, these girls don’t know what hits them before it’s too late,

I’m like a rodeo cowboy busting out the gate,

So what do you say, you ready to add a notch,

I won’t put you on the clock, won’t wear no watch.

Got another notch on my belt tonight,

But I don’t what it is,

This feeling just ain’t right,

So I’ll hold off right now,

Don’t give me that other shoe,

I’ve got this knot inside,

I think I’m fallin’ for you,

Yea, I think I’m fallin’ for you.

Got another notch on my belt,

But I’m fallin’ for you.

Yea, I’m falling, falling, for you,

I’m falling, falling for you.

I got another notch on my belt,

But I’m fallin’ for you.

Got another notch on my belt tonight,

But I don’t what it is,

This feeling just ain’t right,

So I’ll hold off right now,

Don’t give me that other shoe,

I’ve got this knot inside,

I think I’m fallin’ for you,

Yea, I think I’m fallin’ for you.

I got another notch on my belt,

But I’m fallin’ for you.

I’ll be your center of the earth,

Your bedrock, your core,

I’ll be your high priest,

Worshiping at my door.

I’ll be your python slayer,

With a powerful blow,

I’ll be your soothsayer,

Happiness it will show.

When all the other guys lie and lie,

I’ll be your oracle at Delphi guy,

There’s no need to cry and cry,

When you have your Oracle at Delphi guy.

I’ll be your good luck charm,

Your ace in the hole,

I’ll be your magic 8-ball,

Your lucky roll.

I’ll be your premonition,

Your future ain’t so dire,

I’ll be your inhibition,

Passion to spark your fire.

When all the other guys lie and lie,

I’ll be your oracle at Delphi guy,

There’s no need to cry and cry,

When you have your Oracle at Delphi guy.

When all the other guys lie and lie,

I’ll be your oracle at Delphi guy.

A broken heart can mend real fast,

Look ahead, and forget the past,

We’ll have each other, we can make it last.

When all the other guys lie and lie,

I’ll be your oracle at Delphi guy,

There’s no need to cry and cry,

When you have your Oracle at Delphi guy.

I’ll be your Oracle at Delphi guy.

Tommy once said it long last,

I like the dreams of the future,

Better than the history of the past,

And our future together is bright,

Yes, it’s like a supernova show,

It shines like Sirius in the night,

The past was full of pain,

Let’s wipe our memories clean,

Let’s get rid of that horrible stain.

We’re living the best years of our lives,

With you right here by by side,

Because loving you is nothing but thrills,

It’s like paying in $2 bill,

Our passion never has any chill,

You surprise them like that $2 bill.

Like wine gets better with age,

Like that tight dress you wore in beige,

Your bordeaux accented lips on mine,

Me and you are aging just fine,

Me and you were just meant to be,

Let’s just make it for eternity,

Because TJ once said it long last,

I like the dreams of the future,

Better than the history of the past.

We’re living the best years of our lives,

With you right here by my side,

Together our attraction just kills,

Like those stares from our $2 bills.

Our independence gives us our thrills.

Like the back of our $2 bills.

Let’s now turn the page,

And remember that Monticello sage,

When he said it long last,

Let’s make plans for the future,

And not relive the past,

Let’s enjoy every moment,

The die is not cast,

Let’s think positively,

Our flags at full mast.

We’re living the best years of our lives,

With you right here by by side,

Bank teller give me my fill,

I’m addicted to $2 bills,

You’re like a flower on the window sill,

Like a rare $2 bill.

We’re living the best years of our lives,

With you right here by my side,

Loving you is nothing but thrills,

It’s like paying in $2 bills,

Loving you is nothing but thrills,

It’s like paying in $2 bills.

It was almost ninety,

A real bright sunny day,

That girl in the pink dress,

Stopped me on 6th, she had something to say,

Hello sir, excuse me,

I think I lost my way,

I need something crunchy and sweet,

I need a little PB and K.

Listen closely,

Maybe write this down,

You ain’t the first girl,

Lookin’ in this town.

Make a left at the oak tree,

A right at the sassafras,

Time’s a tickin’,

You better hurry,

You better haul some ass.

‘Cause this boy he’s a’movin,

He ain’t gonna stay,

You got five more minutes,

For a little PB and K.

You can cut it in a square,

You can cut it in two,

You can cut off the crust,

You can hold it with some glue,

A little bit of you on me,

Or a little bit of me on you.

But this crunchy and sweet,

Ain’t gonna mix for long,

It’s about to be closin’ time,

Last call, last song.

So make a left at the oak tree,

A right at the sassafras,

Time’s a tickin’,

You better hurry,

You better haul some ass.

‘Cause this boy he’s a’movin,

He ain’t gonna stay,

You got five more minutes,

For a little PB and K.

I hope you don’t have, no allergy,

‘Cause when you mix it up,

That PB, it’s really key,

Make sure you open real wide,

Yea, when you ain’t blind you can see.

So please listen closely,

I don’t see you writin’ this down,

Remember I told ‘ya,

You ain’t the first girl,

Lookin’ in this town.

So make a left at the oak tree,

A right at the sassafras,

Time’s a tickin’,

You better hurry,

You better haul some ass.

‘Cause this boy he’s a’movin,

He ain’t gonna stay,

You got five more minutes,

For a little PB and K.

Yea, you got five more minutes,

For a little PB and K.

Five more minutes,

For PB and K.

I lost you last week,

Yea, you really ran it up,

I was in an ice bath,

In the back of my truck.

I had these cuts and scars,

All up and down,

Went lookin’ for some lightning,

In some old mason jars.

It didn’t do the trick,

It didn’t numb the pain,

It didn’t do no good,

No sun can break through that rain.

But my buddy Jim,

He knew just the cure,

It’s my time to run up the score,

Damn, that’s what best friends are for.

From heartbreak and sin,

A little pigskin for the win.

I hate to break the news to ya,

But your loss is my gain,

Got 100,000 friends with me,

Singing Bring on the Rain.

And when that lightning strikes,

It feels like thunder in the air,

These dogs are a barking,

It will give you a real big scare.

‘Cause my buddy Jim,

He knew just the cure,

It’s my time to run up the score,

Damn, that’s what best friends are for.

From heartbreak and sin,

A little pigskin for the win.

I lost you last week,

But I don’t care,

No, I don’t care.

I got my pigskin for the win,

Pigskin for the win.

You really ran it up,

I was in an ice bath,

In the back of my truck.

I had these cuts and scars,

All up and down,

Went lookin’ for some lightning,

In some old mason jars.

But my buddy Jim,

He knew just the cure,

It’s my time to run up the score,

Damn, that’s what best friends are for.

From heartbreak and sin,

A little pigskin for the win.

Let me hear those dogs barking,

Let me hear those lions roar,

Let me hear that rocky top,

Every time we score.

My buddy Jim,

He knew just the cure,

A little pigskin for the win.

Come on fella’s,

Pigskin for the win.

You’ve never lost,

When you go pigskin for the win.

I saw my buddy last Saturday morning,

I said hey man, what’s gotten over you,

I see those bags under your eyes,

Is everything all right with you and Peggy Sue.

I ain’t seen you like this is so many years,

Yea, come to think of it, not since Earnhardt died,

And maybe even that iron bowl miracle,

Has it been that long since you cried.

I’ll tell you what, I‘ve never seen such a sorry sight,

Not since the world turned mad,

And I’m looking at you Mr. Bud Light,

But I’ll tell you what,

It’s gonna’ be all right,

‘Cause we’ll get that grill turned up high tonight.

Just put a fork in him, he’s cooked, he’s well done,

All dried out, baked in the stifling sun,

Set out to pasture, and never gonna’ run,

Yea, put a fork in him, he’s done,

Just put a fork in him, he’s done.

If I learned one thing from my daddy it’s this,

You just gotta know when you’re past your prime,

When you need to preserve with a little salt,

Or a whole bunch of lime,

When you got your place in the sun,

Or when it’s just not your time,

Yea daddy could set him straight,

This friend of mind.

This poor soul will never get past the pain,

He’ll move to seattle,

Just to watch the rain,

He’ll sell his truck,

Spend his winters in Maine,

He’ll never get past the pain.

So just put a fork in him, he’s done, he’s through,

All cried out, and moving on from you,

He’s got no money in the bank too,

Yea, put a fork in him, he’s through.

Just put a fork in him, he’s through.

Put a fork in him, put a fork in him,

Stop looking around and just put a fork in him,

Yea all well done, put a fork in him,

Baked in the sun, put a fork in him.

I’ll put a fork in him,

You put a fork in him,

All well done, we put a fork in him.

Just put a fork in him, he’s cooked, he’s well done,

All dried out, baked in the stifling sun,

Set out to pasture, and never gonna’ run,

Yea, put a fork in him, he’s done,

Just put a fork in him, he’s done.

It’s gonna’ be all right,

We got the grill turned up high tonight,

Be all right,

Yea be all right.

So put a fork in him,

All well done, put a fork in him.

Such a sorry site,

So just put a fork in him, he’s done, he’s through.

You’re like a precious mineral,

Lovin’ you, damn,

It should be criminal,

Lovin’ you, m’am,

It should be subliminal.

But these emotions,

I wear them on my sleeve,

Heartbroken every time you leave,

I get so desperate,

Like a half court heave.

That’s why I got you in my mine,

So unique,

You’re really one of a kind,

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

No replacin’ you,

No there ain’t no time,

No disgracin’ you,

No not on my dime.

It’s so supplemental, from a-z,

It’s so elemental, like 1, 2, 3,

Just scratched the surface,

Of you and me,

Just scratched the surface,

Of what we can be.

That’s why I got you in my mine,

So unique,

You’re really one of a kind,

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

You know what a man would give,

You know how a man would live,

With this precious mineral,

Under his thumb,

Damn it should be criminal,

How these other boys can be do dumb.

That’s why I got you in my mine,

So unique,

You’re really one of a kind,

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

We all got us a rare earth find,

A rare earth find,

Your girl is a rare earth find,

Baby, a rare earth find.

That’s why I got you in my mine,

So unique,

You’re really one of a kind,

Harder than a diamond,

You’re a rare earth find.

Rare earth find.

Got those TPS reports due,

Some kale to chew,

A secretary to screw,

And a company or two to sue.

Got that routine down,

Workin’ with a frown,

Never a sound,

Every Friday leavin’ town.

Off to that weekend retreat,

Tick, tick, tick, Monday repeat,

Now I got an idea that might blow you off your seat,

Rise up, up, up, up onto your feet.

Let’s stop this American pain,

We need more sunshine, not rain,

So let’s stop the right brain drain,

The right brain drain.

We’re all stuck in a rut,

No if, ands, or buts,

Workin’ for that putz,

It’s makin’ us all nuts.

So let's get those creative juices flowin’,

That imagination goin’,

That boat a’towin and that smile a’glowin.

Let’s stop this American pain,

We need more sunshine, not rain,

So let’s stop the right brain drain,

The right brain drain.

The next Johnny or Hank,

Might be workin’ at a bank,

Hell, they may be of high rank,

Or spendin’ nights in a tank.

The next Patsy or Dolly,

Might be stuck in Raleigh,

Hell, they may be committing a folly,

Or become the next Salvador Dali.

Let’s stop this American pain,

We need more sunshine, not rain,

So let’s stop the right brain drain,

The right brain drain.

Yea, yea, oh yea,

Let’s stop this American pain,

We need more sunshine, not rain,

The next Johnny or Hank,

Might be workin’ at a bank,

The next Patsy or Dolly,

Might be stuck in Raleigh,

So let’s stop the right brain drain,

The right brain drain.

You hear me Nashville, Tennessee,

You hear me Hollywood, California,

You hear me New York City,

Let’s stop the right brain drain.

Let’s stop this American pain,

We need more sunshine, not rain,

So let’s stop the right brain drain,

The right brain drain.

I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

Got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

I got one eye open,

Ring censor goin’,

And need you to start showin’,

That you’re ready to come back to bed,

Gonna be with me instead,

Cause you know I won’t ever rest,

Until I get that buzz on my chest.

And I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

Got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

I got one eye open,

Ring censor goin’,

These seeds ready to be a’sowin,

So I need you more than ever before,

I got something so big for us in store,

And you know I won’t ever rest,

Until I get that buzz on my chest.

So I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

Got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

I got one eye open,

Ring censor goin’,

And wind chimes a’blowin’,

You right back into my life,

Gonna make you my wife,

Cause you know I won’t ever rest,

Until I get that buzz on my chest.

And I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

Got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

I got one eye open,

Ring censor goin’,

And we all a’knowing,

That you and me were meant to be,

It couldn’t be more plain to see,

And you know I won’t ever rest,

Until I get that buzz on my chest.

And I’m sleepin’ with the lights on,

Got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

I got one eye open,

And I’m really hopin’,

You walk through that bedroom door,

So my heart won’t be lonely no more.

It’s like that rocky top highway,

That ol’ hickory byway,

That great smoky skyway,

With you.

It’s like that orange lit haze,

That break of the rays,

That whiskey for days,

So true.

There’s nothing like,

No there’s nothing like,

Rolling down that rocky top highway,

With you,

Yea, with you.

‘Cause we feel that Tennessee air,

Blowin’ through our hair,

And got no one to stare,

At you.

We can just take our time,

There ain’t no line,

Can cruise at just 39,

So true.

There’s nothing like,

No there’s nothing like,

Rolling down that rocky top highway,

With you,

Yea, with you.

No, no, nothing like,

Rolling down,

That rocky top highway,

With you.

‘Cause I got a feelin’,

A kiss I’ll be stealin’,

And soon I’ll be reelin’,

In you.

Got you on the hook,

In this appalachian brook,

Feelin’t so shook,

So true.

It’s like that rocky top highway,

That ol’ hickory byway,

That great smoky skyway,

With you.

It’s like that orange lit haze,

That break of the rays,

That whiskey for days,

So true.

There’s nothing like,

No there’s nothing like,

Rolling down that rocky top highway,

With you,

Yea, with you.

It’s like that rocky top highway,

That ol’ hickory byway,

That great smoky skyway,

And I’ll do it my way,

On this Rocky Top Highway,

This Rocky Top Highway,

With you.

With you.

Years go by faster than you think,

Memories like sand in the hourglass,

Dreams like water dripping down the sink,

On fours at the break of dawn,

Then two in a flash,

Soon goin’ to school, and mowin’ the lawn,

Wish I could freeze those days,

What I wouldn’t give,

Better than a new car, or even a raise.

I was one of the boys of fall,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all,

That’s not the worst of all,

She’s over 6 feet tall,

Lookin’ down on me with a southern drawl,

She beats me at pickleball, y’all.

I used to be king of the court,

With my beautiful queen,

And a ball of any sort,

I used to be king of the house,

With my little princess,

Singin’ along to mickey mouse,

Is it too late to ask when,

Can this king get his princess again.

I was one of the boys of fall,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all,

That’s not the worst of all,

She’s over 6 feet tall,

Lookin’ down on me with a southern drawl,

She beats me at pickleball, y’all.

Look how far we have come,

Used to drink from a bottle,

Soon will be drinking rum,

Could not be prouder of you,

No words can ever say,

And soon she will know the feeling too.

I was one of the boys of fall,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all,

That’s not the worst of all,

She’s over 6 feet tall,

Lookin’ down on me with a southern drawl,

She beats me at pickleball, y’all.

Years go by faster than you think,

Memories like sand in the hourglass,

Dreams like water dripping down the sink.

I was one of the boys of fall,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all,

That’s not the worst of all,

She’s over 6 feet tall,

Lookin’ down on me with a southern drawl,

She beats me at pickleball, y’all.

I was one of the boys of fall,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all,

Now she beats me at pickleball, y’all.

She needs a pack leader,

Like Cesar Milan,

She needs a pack leader,

Like Big Red or the Don.

She needs a pack leader,

No second fiddle,

She needs a pack leader,

No man in the middle.

So be a pack leader,

Let those teeth show,

Be a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

Yea, she needs a pack leader,

Get way out in front,

She needs a pack leader,

No jarhead or a grunt.

She needs a pack leader,

Her number one,

She needs a pack leader,

A real son of a gun.

So be a pack leader,

Let those teeth show,

Be a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

Come on, need you leading this pack,

Come on, pull that horse from the back,

Giddy up, grab those reins real tight,

The moon is bright, gonna’ ride all night.

So be a pack leader,

Let those teeth show,

Be a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

Let’s go, you need to hurry up,

Let’s go, or you’ll run out of luck,

Vamos, she needs that BDE,

Come on, it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3.

Yea, rule number one,

Don’t be in the back,

Rule number two,

Make sure you lead the pack,

Rule number three,

Let those teeth show,

So be a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

Vamos, giddy up, let’s go,

Yea she needs a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

She needs a pack leader,

Her number one,

She needs a pack leader,

A real son of a gun.

So be a pack leader,

Let those teeth show,

Be a pack leader,

Come on, let’s go.

She’s got that Tennessee smile, those legs that last a mile,

She’s got that radiance that lights up a room,

She’s got those Southern inhibitions, damn she’s on a mission,

To some day make me her groom.

She’s got that Tennessee smile, enough to really rile,

This Florida boy’s heart up like a truck,

She’s got those pancakes on the griddle, some butter in the middle,

Finding her that Friday night, boy there was some luck.

That girl, she’s got that Tennessee smile.

Yea, she’s got that Tennessee smile, all the boys are single file,

Saying yes ma'am, and thank you very much,

She’s got that freckled face in summer, knows every psalm by number,

And has that sweet sweet southern touch.

Oh, she’s got that Tennessee smile, hair flowing like the Nile,

And drinks her whiskey straight,

She’s got that dog named smokey, laid back, always feelin’ jokey,

And in just three moves, damn, it’s checkmate.

That girl, she’s got that Tennessee smile,

That Tennessee smile.

Let me see those teeth a showin’,

Ol’ Rocky Top is a glowin’,

With that girl who lights up every room.

Let me see those teeth a showin’,

Fall creek falls will be a ‘flowin,

On that honeymoon when I’m your groom.

That girl, she’s got that Tennessee smile,

That Tennessee smile.

Let’s see that Tennessee smile now,

I gotta show all the fella’s how,

Those Floribama shores are all wrong.

Let’s see that Tennessee smile now,

I gotta show all the fella’s how,

I cam to write this love song.

That girl, she’s got that Tennessee smile,

She’s got that Tennessee smile, those legs that last a mile,

She’s got that radiance that lights up a room,

She’s got those Southern inhibitions, damn she’s on a mission,

To some day make me her groom.

She’s got that Tennessee smile, enough to really rile,

This Florida boy’s heart up like a truck,

She’s got those pancakes on the griddle, some butter in the middle,

Finding her that Friday night, boy there was some luck.

That girl, she’s got that Tennessee smile,

That Tennessee smile.

The bible said it best,

We all need forgiveness,

We all need a day of rest,

I get so tired when I pray,

Lord forgive me,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday,

Bossman I don’t care what you say,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday.

It may be the start to the week,

But I’m already spent,

Already reached the peak,

On my knees all Sunday,

Last second field goal made me pray.

So bossman you gotta give me a break,

It’s still the weekend,

You still out at the lake,

The sun is shinin’,

And you got the rooftop down,

Another memory lost,

And another beer found.

The bible said it best,

We all need forgiveness,

We all need a day of rest,

I get so tired when I pray,

Lord forgive me,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday,

Bossman I don’t care what you say,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday.

Let’s make this a thing

Let’s make it so,

Let’s’ start a trend

I’ll make it a givesendgo.

Three day weekend,

Three day weekend,

Come on, say it louder,

Three day weekend,

Three day weekend.

Party hard on Saturday,

Sunday it’s time to pray,

And sleep in on Monday.

Let’s make this a thing

Let’s make it so,

Let’s’ start a trend

I’ll make it a givesendgo.

The bible said it best,

We all need forgiveness,

We all need a day of rest,

I get so tired when I pray,

Lord forgive me,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday,

Bossman I don’t care what you say,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday.

Bossman I don’t care what you say,

Gonna’ sleep in on a Monday.

Honey, I got a little something to talk about,

Now before you get angry,

I want you to hear me out.

I’m gonna’ make a few adjustments to the bedroom,

I know you’re my bride,

And in a few weeks I’ll be the groom.

But, being newlyweds,

Let’s keep it old school,

And sleep on two beds.

And you know why.

You hog up the covers,

You take all the space,

And at 5am,

Your elbows be all up in my face.

You toss and turn,

Your nightmares are mine,

And your tummy makes noises,

From time to time.

I love you baby,

So let’s keep our heads,

Let’s keep it old school,

And sleep on two beds.

And if you still don’t know,

Here are some more reasons.

I can point to some studies,

I can show you some stats,

It’s good for our necks,

It’s good for our backs.

Sometimes you’re hot,

Sometimes you’re cold,

And do want to do this dance,

Until we get old.

Hell no.

I love you baby,

So let’s keep our heads,

Let’s keep it old school,

And sleep on two beds.

When friends come over and make a fuss,

We’ll let them have it, might even cuss,

‘Cause I love you baby, til’ death do us part,

Lets’ kick it off right, let’s have a good start.

So two beds it is, what do you say,

Two beds for sleepin’ and one bed for play.

I thought so.

I love you baby,

So let’s keep our heads,

Let’s keep it old school,

And sleep on two beds.

My clever tongue is the best of the west,

My sharp edges got them britches in stitches,

My verbal riot’s got them sitting real quiet.

It hits you like a colt 44, ‘til you’re on the floor,

It perplexes the best, it’s part of modern lore.

Some boys spit into a spittoon,

Some boys spit in the saloon,

Other boys spit in their room,

But when I spit, you’ll feel it real soon.

So gather round, get those boots off the ground,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit.

This dixie prose comin’ out like a hose,

These one-liners’ adept like a texas two-step,

This outlaw’s jaw should be against the law.

Some boys spit into a spittoon,

Some boys spit in the saloon,

Other boys spit in their room,

But when I spit, you’ll feel it real soon.

So gather round, get those boots off the ground,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit.

It hits you like a colt 44, ‘til you’re on the floor,

It perplexes the best, it’s part of modern lore.

Some boys spit into a spittoon,

Some boys spit in the saloon,

Other boys spit in their room,

But when I spit, you’ll feel it real soon.

So gather round, get those boots off the ground,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit.

This dixie prose comin’ out like a hose,

These one-liners’ adept like a texas two-step,

This outlaw’s jaw should be against the law.

So gather round, get those boots off the ground,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit,

You about to feel it real quick,

When I spit, I spit some country wit.

All the birds are chirping out on the birch tree,

That carolina sparrow,

And the buzz of the bumble bee,

Been stuck with you all winter long,

Watchin’ you day after day,

Listenin’ to the same Carrie song.

It’s time we had a little feelin’ out,

What’s this thing we doin,

What’s it all about,

This mess we’re in I don’t see no choice,

You left me no say,

You left me with no voice.

But spring has sprung.

So pack your bags, dust off all your shoes,

I’ve paid my bills, I’ve paid my dues,

You ain’t welcome here no more,

You got 10 seconds to be out that door,

Because there ain’t no other meaning,

When I announce a spring cleaning.

Oh yea, spring has sprung,

And me and you are done,

It’s time for a spring cleaning,

It’s a spring cleaning.

All the grass is greener on the other side,

So take with you a map,

Let it be your guide,

Don’t need you anymore in my life,

You ain’t raisin’ my kids,

You ain’t gonna’ be my wife.

All the dramas gone and I’m livin’ stress free,

You think you’re comin’ back,

Like that sparrow in the tree,

But I got a little message for you hun,

The frost is over,

And spring has sprung.

So pack your bags, dust off all your shoes,

I’ve paid my bills, I’ve paid my dues,

You ain’t welcome here no more,

You got 10 seconds to be out that door,

Because there ain’t no other meaning,

When I announce a spring cleaning.

Oh yea, spring has sprung,

And me and you are done,

It’s time for a spring cleaning,

It’s a spring cleaning.

Damn, it’s so clean in here,

Good lord, is that what my bathroom looks like,

And I have closets, who would have known,

Cabelas here I come.

We did a little spring cleaning,

We all need a little spring cleaning.

So pack your bags, dust off all your shoes,

I’ve paid my bills, I’ve paid my dues,

You ain’t welcome here no more,

You got 10 seconds to be out that door,

Because there ain’t no other meaning,

When I announce a spring cleaning.

Spring has sprung.

She has less depth than a glass bottom boat,

Less surprises than a plot of Murder She Wrote,

She’s got no Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh,

I’ve seen more personality on a pinkie toe.

Yea that girl is real nice arm candy,

The boys’ jaws drop when her ass gets sandy,

But you know why she ain’t the one,

She looks real fine, but is no fun.

And the worst part of all is when I look into her eyes,

They are not blue, or brown, or green at all,

It’s like staring at a white wall,

Yea, like staring at a white wall.

She wants to talk about Kim K,

I want to discuss how country lost its way,

She wants to to hang out at the club,

I want to take a tour of that World War II sub,

She wants to go to the yoga class,

I’d rather go hunt for some bass.

Yea, that girl is real nice arm candy,

The boys’ jaws drop when her ass gets sandy,

But you know why she ain’t the one,

She looks real fine, but is no fun.

And the worst part of all is when I look into her eyes,

They are not blue, or brown, or green at all,

It’s like staring at a white wall,

Yea, like staring at a white wall.

She’s up at 6 and in bed at 9,

My night starts at 10, when it’s whiskey time,

She’s as predictable as a rom com flick,

As a boy’s dirty feet or his nose pick.

Yea, that girl is real nice arm candy,

The boys’ jaws drop when her ass gets sandy,

But you know why she ain’t the one,

She looks real fine, but is no fun.

And the worst part of all is when I look into her eyes,

They are not blue, or brown, or green at all,

It’s like staring at a white wall,

Yea, like staring at a white wall.

Those white walls not welcome in spring, summer, or fall,

Those white walls never at all,

Those white walls not welcome whether they’re short or tall,

No those white walls never at all.

When I look into her eyes I want to see green in the fall,

Those pine trees reflecting real tall,

When I look into her eyes I want to see blue at the ball,

Those fountains reflecting in the hall.

But when I stare in those eyes I see nothing at all,

It’s like staring at a white wall,

But when I stare in those eyes I see nothing at all,

It’s like staring at a white wall.

Keep your eyes straight ahead,

You need to watch the road,

It swerves and curves around that bend,

So you better be careful son,

You’ll flip over and spill your load.

Get locked right in the center of it,

Don’t let the enemy jam you up,

Keep your hand steady there son,

Soon you’ll be talkin’ to lady luck.

And when you get that order to abort,

Just take it from me,

You’ll do none of the sort.

Please stay on the target,

Yea, lock it in,

Stay on the target,

And be ready to sin.

This mission should you choose to accept,

Is one that not many get,

Listen when I tell you now son,

This is an all-important step.

Keep your finger on the trigger,

Don’t let me see those hands shake,

You’ve got this now son,

When you get the shot you better take.

Please stay on the target,

Yea, lock it in,

Stay on the target,

And be ready to sin.

Lock it in,

Lock it in,

Yea, lock it in.

Stay on the target,

Don’t let me see those hands shake,

You got this now son,

Stay on the target,

Lock it in,

Be ready to fire,

Stay up all night,

Until the job is done son,

You’ll never tire

And when you get that order to abort,

Just take it from me,

You’ll do none of the sort.

Please stay on the target,

Yea, lock it in,

Stay on the target,

And be ready to sin.

Lock it in,

Lock it in,

Yea, lock it in.

And be ready to sin.

Let me tell you a story about my buddy Ben,

Yes another one of those sad love songs again,

About that time he swiped left on a 10.

It was May 15th, 2020,

Damn, we were in need of some honeys,

We talkin’ about the birds and the bees,

Girls that make you weak in the knees,

Low and behold, cooped up like two fat hens,

We stumble across the baddest chick, she’s a 10.

White teeth, long hair, and three degrees,

Wearing boots and tight white tee,

Let me tell you a little about me,

Never holding back, never play it coy,

My motto is to save a horse, and ride a cowboy.

All of the sudden we hear a shake,

It’s this southern baddy settin’ off a quake,

Hey baby, I think you’re really cute,

But listen, I got all my notifications on mute,

Here’s my number, let’s have a real chat,

I’m free on Saturday, tell me where you are at,

We sittin’ there with beers in the den,

And this dummy, he swipes left on a 10,

The only thing worse than picky chicks are picky men,

How the hell you gonna’ swipe left on a 10.

Hey man, she just isn’t my type,

I need that connection and she’s just not quite,

Up to my standards, of what a woman should be,

Look if you only would see,

There’s so many fish in the ocean,

Man, they swim to me in slow motion,

I’m looking for the perfect one,

Yea, you see what you’ve done,

Ruining it for the rest of us, you bum.

We sittin’ there with beers in the den,

And this dummy, he swipes left on a 10,

The only thing worse than picky chicks are picky men,

How the hell you gonna’ swipe left on a 10,

Fellas, never do this again, never wanna see you swipe left on these 10s.

Daddy always told me,

Hey son, remember, ink stinks,

Let’s sit mano a mano,

Let’s talk over cigars on the links.

But daddy, you’re from a different time,

You got that old fashioned way about you,

I think your brain is wired different than mine.

‘Cause you know what really gets me goin’,

It’s a little bit of color,

Innocence it just ain’t my thing,

So get me a sultry mamacita,

And damn, I’ll show her that ring.

Hey babe, why don’t you flip on over,

Hey babe, let that saltwater drip,

Hey babe, the sun god is this way,

Let him read that tatt on your hip.

Sittin’ there in the sand doin’ yoga,

Hair in your eyes, damn, you lookin’ fine,

Your lifeguard is here to the rescue,

He’s here to make you mine.

That smile, damn it draws me closer,

That ink it glistens in the air,

Maybe you should lay right there,

And let all the teenager’s stare.

Hey babe, why don’t you flip on over,

Hey babe, let that saltwater drip,

Hey babe, the sun god is this way,

Let him read that tatt on your hip.

That tatt on your hip,

Yea, let that saltwater drip,

Show me that tatt on your hip.

Damn, you belong in a museum,

You’re a living piece of art,

Damn, where have you been all my life,

You had me from the start,

Yea, you had me from the start.

Hey babe, why don’t you flip on over,

Hey babe, let that saltwater drip,

Hey babe, the sun god is this way,

Let him read that tatt on your hip.

That tatt on your hip,

Yea, let that saltwater drip,

Show me that tatt on your hip.

Daddy, I think I need to teach you a thing or two,

Take you down by the water,

Watch that saltwater drip,

You gonna’ change your attitude,

When you see that tatt on her hip.

Hey babe, why don’t you flip on over,

Hey babe, let that saltwater drip,

Hey babe, the sun god is this way,

Let him read that tatt on your hip.

That tatt on your hip,

Yea, let that saltwater drip,

Show me that tatt on your hip.

You can count your blessings,

But not your chickens before they hatch,

You can search for years and years to find one,

Thinking she is the match.

But then fate pours some cold water,

Yea, it goes right on your head,

You ain’t pullin’ this off,

You better downsize that bed.

Fate, damn fate,

Destiny, damn destiny,

Why you have to come along,

You strike again,

Sometimes you can be so wrong.

You’ve tried six ways from Sunday,

But can’t match that ten gauge limb,

So grab yourself a cold one,

She’s movin’ on to him.

Remember your scriptures,

Yea, they said it best,

The lord works in mysterious ways,

That boy is blessed,

Blessed,

Yea, that boy is blessed.

It’s better to be lucky than to be good,

Yea, sometimes life throws you lemons,

Yea, it don’t work out like it should,

But let me tell you something that puts that to rest,

Some boys are lucky,

But damn, some boys are blessed.

Fate, damn fate,

Destiny, damn destiny,

Why you have to come along,

You strike again,

Sometimes you can be so wrong.

You’ve tried six ways from Sunday,

But can’t match that ten gauge limb,

So grab yourself a cold one,

She’s movin’ on to him.

Remember your scriptures,

Yea, they said it best,

The lord works in mysterious ways,

That boy is blessed,

Blessed,

Yea, that boy is blessed.

If you’re blessed let me hear ya,

If you’re blessed let me hear ya,

I don’t care what she says,

We all are blessed.

Yea, this boy is blessed.

Remember your scriptures,

Yea, they said it best,

The lord works in mysterious ways,

This boy right here,

He’s blessed.

You all are blessed.

So count your blessings, and your chickens too,

We all are blessed.

Got that drip, drip, drip,

Yea, you got that drip, drip, drip.

You got that swagger for acres and acres,

That sex appeal got you a lot of takers,

That down home style pushin’ away the fakers.

You got that drip, drip, drip,

On that new Silverado whip, whip, whip,

Them new Tony Lama kicks, kicks, kicks,

Got that drip, drip, drip,

We the people on your hip, hip, hip,

Showin’ that drip, drip, drip.

You got that swagger for acres and acres,

That sex appeal got you a lot of takers,

That down home style pushin’ away the fakers.

You got that country drip, drip, drip,

Your head to your fingertips, tips, tips,

Like a McQueen clip, clip, clip,

You showin’ that drip, drip, drip,

Let those tassels rip, rip, rip,

You rockin’ that country drip, drip, drip.

You got that swagger for acres and acres,

That sex appeal got you a lot of takers,

That down home style pushin’ away the fakers.

You got that nash drip, drip, drip,

Pink hat on your weekend trip, trip, trip,

No wax on your lips, lips, lips,

You showin’ that drip, drip, drip,

Let those fringes rip, rip, rip,

You rockin’ that nash drip, drip, drip.

You got that swagger for acres and acres,

That sex appeal got you a lot of takers,

That down home style pushin’ away the fakers.

You got that dixie drip, drip, drip,

Your head to your fingertips, tips, tips,

Let those tassels rip, rip, rip,

You rockin’ that dixie drip, drip, drip.

You got that swagger for acres and acres,

That sex appeal got you a lot of takers,

That down home style pushin’ away the fakers.

You got that drip, drip, drip,

On that new Silverado whip, whip, whip,

Them new Tony Lama kicks, kicks, kicks,

Got that drip, drip, drip,

We the people on your hip, hip, hip,

Showin’ that drip, drip, drip.

Yea, keep showin’ that drip, drip, drip,

On your hip and your whip,

Your kicks and your lips,

That Dixieland Drip.

Every mornin’ I see that smile,

Auburn hair, and skin so milky white,

Me and her could walk for miles,

Laughing and never gonna’ fight,

As fertile as the Nile,

Wearing those jeans so tight.

Now baby you can see,

That door marked 9b,

Has the one for me,

That girl with the Frenchie.

Every night I see her at the park,

Brown eyes, and lips so full,

Me and her could have a spark,

She’s the lady and I’ll be the bull,

A beauty even when it’s dark,

Dancing on that Broadway tractor pull.

Now baby you can see,

That door marked 9b,

Has the one for me,

That girl with the Frenchie.

That girl with the Frenchie.

Every Sunday I see her at the store,

Long legs, and boots on her feet,

She leaves me wantin’ more,

Every time that we meet,

This is what god made women for,

‘Cause this girl, damn she can’t be beat.

Now baby you can see,

That door marked 9b,

Has the one for me,

That girl with the Frenchie.

That girl with the Frenchie.

That door marked 9b,

Has the one for me,

That girl with the Frenchie.

That girl with the Frenchie.

That door marked 9b,

Has the one for me,

My girl Frida the Frenchie.

My girl Frida the Frenchie.

I’ll remember those summer lights,

Those firefly lit July nights,

Cool breeze lift up your hair,

I know it ain’t polite, but I had to stare,

You and me were holding hands,

On that little piece of grandaddy’s land.

No it’s gone today but not for good,

Etched in stone like a memory should,

Others may want to paint it white,

But as for me there’s a more pretty site.

I lined it to match her head,

Memories no they’re never dead,

I’ll always be seeing red,

Like that red truck bed.

Those sparks that night they really flew,

In an instant I really knew,

You and me, my little red,

Lay you down on this open air bed,

See those stars way up above,

That twinkle in your eye I love.

I learned so much those July nights,

You took me to such great heights,

Flying high across the sky,

Open up no there was no lie,

Skin so fair it lit it up,

No headlights needed on that Chevy truck.

Now you see why I lined it red,

Firefly like her pretty head,

Memories no they’re never dead,

Now I’ll always be seeing red,

On that red truck bed.

That red truck bed is all you need,

That red truck bed where emotions bleed,

That red truck bed like a polaroid,

That red truck bed that will fill the void.

I lined it to match her head,

Memories no they’re never dead,

I’ll always be seeing red,

Like that red truck bed,

That red truck bed.

Others may want to paint it white,

But as for me there’s a more pretty site.

Firefly like her pretty head,

Memories no they’re never dead,

Now I’ll always be seeing red,

On that red truck bed.

Now I’ll always be seeing red,

On that red truck bed.

That red truck bed.

Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh-igh,

That Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh.

You heard about that Colorado high that John sang about,

But I’m here to tell ya’ there’s another Rocky top to tout,

Yea, volunteers never leave no doubt,

So scream and shout,

Yea, scream and shout.

Let me hear that six-string playin’ when you’re on a tear,

Let me see that Tennessee high like the angel’s share.

Up in that orange sky-eye-eye-eye-eye,

That Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh,

Like the angels share.

Let me feel that country baby in my arms with the siren’s stare,

Let me see that Tennessee high like the angels share.

Watch that mockingbird fligh-igh-igh-igh-igh,

Livin’ that Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh,

Like the angel’s share.

You see there’s a few things you ought to know,

We do things a little different around here,

We like our water muddy and our moonshine clear,

We like our women strong, and you can have your light beer,

Yea, it’s just a little different around here.

We like a little twang,

A little country thang,

We like a little dang,

With a little bang,

Yea, it’s just a little different around here.

You heard about that Colorado high that John sang about,

But I’m here to tell ya’ there’s another Rocky top to tout,

Yea, volunteers never leave no doubt,

So scream and shout,

Yea, scream and shout.

Let me hear that six-string playin’ when you’re on a tear,

Let me see that Tennessee high like the angel’s share.

Up in that orange sky-eye-eye-eye-eye,

That Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh,

Like the angels share.

Let me feel that country baby in my arms with the siren’s stare,

Let me see that Tennessee high like the angels share.

Watch that mockingbird fligh-igh-igh-igh-igh,

Livin’ that Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh,

Like the angel’s share.

We do things a little different around here,

We like a little twang,

A little country thang,

We like a little dang,

With a little bang,

Yea, it’s just a little different around here.

You heard about that Colorado high that John sang about,

But I’m here to tell ya’ there’s another Rocky top to tout,

Yea, yea, yea, another Rocky top to tout.

Up in that orange sky-eye-eye-eye-eye,

That Tennessee high-igh-igh-igh,

Like the angels share,

That Tennessee high.

Damn, I just had the best night of my life,

I think this may be the one,

Farmer may have found a wife,

I swiped right on that kansas cutie,

With that perfect little booty,

It must have been fate,

Hours and hours gone by and it was getting late,

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, shots,

Listening to that lynyrd skynyrd cover band doin’ their spot,

Simple Man is playing and I see that look in her eye,

Take me home baby, I want you to be my guy.

I’m doing donuts on the infield grass,

Green white checkered I made a last second pass,

She’s back at home, laughing on her phone,

Thinking I'm such an ass,

Life can be such a wild wild ride,

This is the XY Divide.

Three, four, five days go by,

Watching over my phone with an eagle’s eye,

This Kansas cutie with the perfect little booty,

Wants to play it cool,

Six, seven, days and I’m chilling by the pool,

Hey baby, I got that Skynyrd record playin’,

You wanna’ come over for some more,

I get a text back and check what it’s sayin’,

Who is this, what’s your name,

Give me three steps toward the door.

I’m doing donuts on the infield grass,

Green white checkered I made a last second pass,

She’s back at home, laughing on her phone,

Thinking I'm such an ass,

Life can be such a wild ride,

This is the XY Divide.

XX, XY, those chromosomes can make a grown man cry.

That divide can be so wide,

That XY Divide.

No I can’t hide that XY Divide,

Life can be such a wild ride,

This is the XY Divide.

There ain’t no I in team,

Or an I in you,

We all try to keep it simple,

Try to be real cool.

But sometimes what would life be,

Without a lot of goals,

A lot of growth,

Without a little more of me.

Yes, a little me time,

A little more time with the boys,

A lot more pigskin,

A little more fast toys.

But damn, maybe I took it a little too far.

Because I found my clothes in the trees,

One-way ticket on the megabus,

My key don’t work,

And the neighbors think I’m nuts,

Last Sunday night,

I learned the hard way,

There ain’t no I in us,

No I in us.

I missed the season finale,

Where Johnny got the rose,

But baby you don’t understand,

I missed that parlay by a nose.

Rogers was really on fire,

Threw for four hundred yards,

And that new coordinator,

Damn, that was such a great hire.

I needed a little more me time,

More time with the boys,

A lot more pigskin,

A little more fast toys.

Hmm, maybe I took it a little too far.

Because I found my clothes in the trees,

One-way ticket on the megabus,

My key don’t work,

And the neighbors think I’m nuts,

Last Sunday night,

I learned the hard way,

There ain’t no I in us,

No I in us.

There’s no need to scream and cuss,

I know there’s no I in us.

No I in us.

I know why they make a fuss,

There ain’t no I in us,

No I in us.

But we need a little more me time,

More time with the boys,

A lot more pigskin,

A little more fast toys.

Maybe there should be an I in us,

An I in us.

These strings all set,

Got the strap on loose,

Wood shined nice,

Like a golden goose.

Lights on low,

The mood is right,

Let’s take our time,

We can do this all night.

I hear that you’re on the shelf,

But this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

Don’t force me to pick these strings myself,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

Got this case unloaded,

It’s all unlocked,

That song on fire,

All set and uncocked.

No assembly needed,

Ready, set, let’s go,

No batteries included,

Sit back and enjoy the show.

I hear that you’re on the shelf,

But this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

Don’t force me to pick these strings myself,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

The only thing I see on the shelf,

Is that tiny little holiday elf,

Come on over baby, I need your help,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

Don’t force me to pick these strings myself,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

This guitar doesn’t play itself.

I hear that you’re on the shelf,

But this guitar doesn’t play itself.

No, no, no.

The only thing I see on the shelf,

Is that tiny little holiday elf,

Come on over baby, I need your help,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

Don’t force me to pick these strings myself,

‘Cause this guitar doesn’t play itself.

This guitar doesn’t play itself.

This hog has room for two,

So hop on up,

So hop on up,

This hog has room for more,

So hop on up,

So hop on up.

When this hog gets revved up,

Y’all better stand back,

Exhaust blowing front and back,

Leavin’ y’all in your tracks.

This hog has room for two,

So hop on up,

So hop on up,

This hog has room for more,

So hop on up,

So hop on up.

This 2-liter beast roars when hot,

These twins down here ready or not,

Gonna’ give you all they have,

Gonna’ blow up your spot.

This hog has room for two,

So hop on up,

So hop on up,

This hog has room for more,

So hop on up,

So hop on up.

Get on up, get behind,

Get on up, get behind,

You’re in some luck,

Rough roads I don’t really mind,

So get on up, get behind,

Get on up, get behind,

We ridin’ hard,

And I’m bein’ kind.

This hog has room for two,

So hop on up,

So hop on up,

This hog has room for more,

So hop on up,

So hop on up.

Get on up, get behind,

Get on up, get behind,

You’re in some luck,

Rough roads I don’t really mind.

So hop on up,

So hop on up,

This hog has room for two,

This hog has room for two,

This hog has room for two.

It’s not just two legs that have souls,

It’s those good boys on all fours,

Eatin’ out their favorite bowls.

Life is so so short,

Make the most of it,

Life is so so short,

Whether you like to stand or like to sit.

Boy, I miss you so much,

If only you knew,

But you’re in a better place,

With my mama and papa too.

And I just want you to know.

Those years were so good, we had eleven,

I’ll see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Boy you loved that engine, when it was a’revvin’,

I can’t wait to see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Bella’s known you, since she was only seven,

She’ll wait to see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Way up in heaven, you get all your treats,

There ain’t no vegetables,

Only bones and meats,

Way up in heaven, you can run and run for days,

There’s no sleepy time,

And so many friends to play.

Way up in heaven, you can swim for miles,

You can stack all your finds,

In piles and piles,

Way up in heaven, there ain’t no vets,

You get all your belly rubs,

And all your pets.

Boy, I miss you so much,

If only you knew,

But you’re in a better place,

With my mama and papa too.

And I just want you to know.

Those years were so good, we had eleven,

I’ll see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Boy you loved that engine, when it was a’revvin’,

I can’t wait to see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Bella’s known you, since she was only seven,

She’ll wait to see that wet brown nose, way up in heaven.

Way up in heaven,

You’re way up in heaven,

Way way up in heaven.

I wish we had another eleven,

Instead you’ve gone way up to heaven,

Way way up to heaven.

All the good boys belong up in heaven,

All the good girls go up to heaven,

We’ll see you up in heaven.

We all wish we had another eleven,

But you’re in a good place,

Way up in heaven,

That wet brown nose way way up in heaven.

We’re stuck in the muck,

And don’t give a damn,

You’ll be my lady,

And I’ll be your man.

We’re stuck in the muck,

Can’t start ‘er up,

Damn this mud,

Damn this old Chevy truck.

Give us a tow,

Yea, give us a push,

Move those arms,

I’ll hold onto your tush.

It’s already 4PM,

Yea, the sun’s going down,

Got that two for one,

At Mac’s down in town.

So dig us out,

Don’t have all night,

Or maybe we do,

If you put up a fight.

‘Cause we're stuck in the muck,

And don’t give a damn,

You’ll be my lady,

And I’ll be your man.

We’re stuck in the muck,

Can’t start ‘er up,

Damn this mud,

Damn this old Chevy truck.

Stuck in the muck,

Yea, stuck in this muck,

And don’t give a truck,

No don’t give a truck.

It’s now 7PM,

The sky goin’ dark,

I give on up,

Put it back into park.

We can sit out here,

Lay out under the stars,

Don’t mind the critters,

Or any passing cars.

‘Cause we're stuck in the muck,

And don’t give a damn,

You’ll be my lady,

And I’ll be your man.

We’re stuck in the muck,

Can’t start ‘er up,

Damn this mud,

Damn this old Chevy truck.

Stuck in the muck,

Yea, stuck in this muck,

And don’t give a truck,

No don’t give a truck.

Just stuck in the muck,

Stuck in the muck.

When she stole my truck,

I got messed up,

Spinning round and round,

Damn, those times were tough.

She really dug it in,

Got in the last word,

Got me going crazy,

Made it all a real big blur.

When she stole my truck,

My truck.

Just got new tires,

Those two-size-fives,

Damn they were good,

Make a man feel alive.

But she took it all away,

With one turn of the key,

She tricked me all them years,

Yea, I thought it was destiny.

When she stole my truck,

I got messed up,

Spinning round and round,

Damn, those times were tough.

She really dug it in,

Got in the last word,

Got me going crazy,

Made it all a real big blur.

When she stole my truck,

My truck.

Damn, that was messed up,

That girl stole my truck,

Yea, she stole my truck.

Should I turn her in,

Or let her slip away,

Should I think of tomorrow,

Or of yesterday.

Should I drive all night,

Just chasing ghosts,

Should I go all in,

From coast to coast.

To find my truck,

Any my heart that’s stuck.

Damn, that was messed up,

That girl stole my truck,

Yea, she stole my truck.

When she stole my truck,

I got messed up,

Spinning round and round,

Damn, those times were tough.

She really dug it in,

Got in the last word,

Got me going crazy,

Made it all a real big blur.

When she stole my truck,

My truck,

My truck,

My truck.

Dam, that was messed up,

That girl stole my truck.

For some it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3,

Others got a whole legend and key,

Like it’s their boat out on the docks,

Their guitar case or even Fort Knox,

But baby it’s not hard to see,

Your treasure is a little something called me.

Some carve their love in a tree,

Others with a little ink above the knee,

Some play in the wet cement,

While others choose to make a little dent.

Last Saturday I don’t know why,

I sat there typing and started to cry,

I knew this was it,

I knew I was your guy,

This signal leaves no doubt,

It don’t ever lie,

No, it don’t lie,

I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.

To an outsider lookin’ in,

This might seem silly,

It might seem lame,

But I assure you,

This ain’t no game,

This ain’t just some text,

It ain’t just some name.

It’s true love, that’s for sure,

Like a goodbye kiss,

Like an open door,

Like a dance out in the rain,

Like a kiss when I’m feelin’ pain.

Last Saturday I don’t know why,

I sat there typing and started to cry,

I knew this was it,

I knew I was your guy,

This signal leaves no doubt,

It don’t ever lie,

No, it don’t lie,

I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.

Love you ‘til the day I die,

Hmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,

I’ll love you girl.

Some carve their love in a tree,

Others with a little ink above the knee,

Some play in the wet cement,

While others choose to make a little dent.

Last Saturday I don’t know why,

I sat there typing and started to cry,

I knew this was it,

I knew I was your guy,

This signal leaves no doubt,

It don’t ever lie,

No, it don’t lie,

I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.

Love you ‘til the day I die,

Hmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,

I’ll love you girl.

This signal leaves no doubt,

It don’t ever lie,

No, it don’t lie,

I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.

Inch by inch,

Foot by foot,

Add them on up,

Mark them down in your little book.

Measure it however you like,

Take it by car,

Take it by bike.

I got a little secret to share,

In this small town,

We don’t really care.

We measure things a different way,

You think you’re smart,

But we got our own imperial aunt may.

I know how far we’ve come,

How far we’ve gone,

It’s in your eyes, in the sun.

Because every morning I wake up and see that smile,

I think, I believe, hell I know,

I’m winning by a country mile,

A country mile.

Temptation always at our door,

But baby I’m always here,

Yea everyday,

And forever more.

Two wrongs don’t make a right,

But you know,

Yes, you know,

We only win, deep into the night.

You know, I got a little secret to share,

I can’t live without you babe,

The touch of your skin,

The smell of your hair.

You and me were meant to be,

No, you’re not alone,

I got you, and you got me.

I know how far we’ve come,

How far we’ve gone,

It’s in your eyes, in the sun.

Because every morning I wake up and see that smile,

I think, I believe, hell I know,

I’m winning by a country mile,

A country mile.

A win is a win,

No matter where you’re at,

Or where you’ve been.

I’m undefeated when I wake up with you,

When the sky is gray,

Or when it’s blue.

Yea, I got a little secret to share,

We have days,

We have years,

We have so much time to spare.

I know how far we’ve come,

How far we’ve gone,

It’s in your eyes, in the sun.

Because every morning I wake up and see that smile,

I think, I believe, hell I know,

I’m winning by a country mile,

A country mile.

I’m winning by a country mile,

A country mile,

A country mile.

In the church pew sometimes you gotta cover your ears,

She’ll make the alter boys blush and bring grandma to tears,

Yea, she’s got that Jersey twang that makes them do a double take,

But she’s got that internal thang that you can never fake.

That gypsy soul is all I hear them ever talk about,

But she’s not looking for any tiktok fame, no she needs no clout,

Her heart is pure and her love is strong,

I don’t care what they say, they all are wrong.

Yea, they are so wrong.

She’ll cuss like a sailor, while hookin’ them bass down by the fishing hole,

She’s got a yankee mouth, but a rebel soul,

A rebel soul.

You may be able to see all her emotions on her face,

But I can tell you that it’s a saving grace,

These southern girls can learn a thing or two,

How to drive real fast and throw back a few.

That gypsy soul is all I hear them ever talk about,

But she’s not looking for any tiktok fame, no she needs no clout,

Her heart is pure and her love is strong,

I don’t care what they say, they all are wrong.

Yea, they are so wrong.

She’ll cuss like a sailor, while hookin’ them bass down by the fishing hole,

She’s got a yankee mouth, but a rebel soul,

A rebel soul.

Yea, she’s got a rebel soul,

A rebel soul,

Let the good times roll,

When you got a woman with a rebel soul.

Because her heart is pure and her love is strong,

I don’t care what they say, they all are wrong,

She’s got that rebel soul,

So let the good times roll,

When you got a woman with a rebel soul.

Yea, this Jersey girl will cuss like a sailor, while hookin’ them bass down by the fishing hole,

What can I say,

She’s got a yankee mouth, but a rebel soul,

A rebel soul.

They say to find a girl with a gypsy soul,

But damn, that wandering really takes its toll,

Yea, I’ll let the good times roll,

Right here at home with her rebel soul.

Her yankee mouth and rebel soul,

Rebel soul-oul-oul,

Oul-oul-oul.

You tell me baby, things are going a bit rough right now,

I ain’t seen no pay in two, maybe three months,

I don’t think I’ll make it through May, no I don’t know how.

You tell me darling, I need to go away for a while,

I’ll be gone for two, or maybe three days,

But you know where to reach me, you have me on that speed dial.

The truth, it seems so so far away,

Those lies, they be keeping me at bay.

Because, I don’t know what to believe no more,

I don’t know, if you’ll ever come back through that door,

I don’t know, if we’ll ever see eye to eye,

Because you got that look,

Yea, you got that look,

That look in your lie.

You tell me honey, you’re thinking about this all wrong,

It will just be two or three weeks now,

And we’ll be back going just as strong.

You tell me sweetie, it’s not you it’s me,

It’s been a bad year or two,

Just back away, just leave me be.

The truth, yea it seems so so far away,

Those lies, they be keeping me at bay.

Because, I don’t know what to believe no more,

I don’t know, if you’ll ever come back through that door,

I don’t know, if we’ll ever see eye to eye,

Because you got that look,

Yea, you got that look,

That look in your lie.

You got that look in your lie,

Lie, eye, eye, eye, eye.

That look in your lie.

Please tell me, this hasn’t all been fake,

Please tell me, I need some give, not just all take,

Please tell me, there’s some truth left in you,

Please tell me, before I say I do.

Because, I don’t know what to believe no more,

I don’t know, if you’ll ever come back through that door,

I don’t know, if we’ll ever see eye to eye,

Because you got that look,

Yea, you got that look,

That look in your lie, eye, eye, eye, eye,

That look in your lie.

You got that look in your lie.

The truth, yea it seems so far away,

Your lies, they’re gonna’ be done with today.

Because I’m saying good-bye,

To you and that look in your lie, eye, eye, eye,

That look in your lie.

She’s sitting there all alone with her keys in hand,

I thought you were an alpha male, I thought you were a man,

So just swallow up that pride, and take a few deep breaths,

Remember god works for six days and on the seventh day he rests,

So you can sleep in late tomorrow,

Or tonight you’re gonna be swimming in some tears of sorrow.

Because you only got one shot more,

You down 7, time to even up the score,

Let’s see what you got in your bag of tricks,

And lookin’ over, I don’t see no Kirbys, Bears, or Nicks,

So give it all you got,

Your one more shot.

Now’s your time, now’s your chance to make a move,

You got this bro, remember be yourself and not too smooth,

Tell her you’ve been looking her way all night long,

Since 8:13 PM during the first Tim McGraw song,

And you’ve been waiting all these hours, yea it’s been a while,

But it’s worth it girl, yea, just to see you smile.

Hey, you only got one shot more,

You down 7, time to even up the score,

Let’s see what you got in your bag of tricks,

And lookin’ over, I don’t see no Kirbys, Bears, or Nicks,

So give it all you got,

Your one more shot.

Yea, just one more shot,

So give it all you got,

Hey, Broadway Joe you not,

But give it one more shot.

One more shot-ot-ot,

Just one shot more.

You know what I do when I’m down to my last shot,

I drink it real warm, let it burn, light it up, make it hot,

Because that’s what a man does to keep her on his mind,

Toss and turn all night, spinning lights, make you so blind,

You got this last chance for victory,

So look at me,

You’re gonna be,

The winning QB,

And with that fine little cutie,

Tonight.

‘Cause you’re taking this one shot more,

You down 7, you about to even up the score,

You got something in your bag of tricks,

You learned from all those years, from those Kirbys, Bears, and Nicks,

You’re giving it all you got,

Your one more shot.

One more shot-ot-ot,

Just one shot more.

Now you about to go for two,

And I have in faith in you,

You goin’ for the win,

And then it’s a lifetime of sin,

When you get one more shot-ot-ot.

‘Cause you’re taking this one shot more,

You about to go ahead in the final score,

You had something in your bag of tricks,

You learned from all those years, from those Kirbys, Bears, and Nicks,

You’re giving it all you got,

Your one more shot.

One more shot-ot-ot,

One more shot-ot-ot,

Just one shot more.

Listen here bud, got a lesson to teach,

Get that pencil and paper out, before your head is out of reach,

Here are the laws of this coop,

Only the strong survive, so get your weak ass off my stoop,

Go on and wait your turn,

These hens are primed, and got a lot of calories to burn.

This top bird rules the roost,

Feathers looking good, don’t ever need that boost,

You sometimes gotta know your place,

This hen party’s on lock, gonna pick up the pace.

Tell all the other boys in town,

I’m the only alpha around,

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

I hear you tryin’ to move up tonight,

This ain’t the UFC, you can’t be saved by no Dana White,

I’m the pound for pound number one,

You the pound for pound number none,

You just a silly little pretender,

Not some new contender,

You address me you call me sir.

Tell all the other boys in town,

I’m the only alpha around,

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

Hey man, I warned you,

Better back up, I got some lessons to teach,

Soon your head may be out of reach,

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

Tell all the other boys in town,

I’m the only alpha around,

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

I hear you tryin’ to move up tonight,

This ain’t the UFC, you can’t be saved by no Dana White,

I’m the pound for pound number one,

You the pound for pound number none,

You just a silly little pretender,

Not some new contender,

You address me you call me sir.

Tell all the other boys in town,

I’m the only alpha around,

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

So not one more step toward her,

You’re last in the pecking order.

Zip them boots up tight,

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right,

Put on that little thing, hot damn,

And hit up the girls on gram,

‘Cause it’s goin’ down, tonight.

Zip them boots up tight.

Pull it tight now,

Like a figure eight,

You know the way,

You used to figure skate.

The dance floor’s slick,

Soon it’s gonna’ be sticky too,

From these sweet libations,

And me grindin’ on you.

So zip them boots up tight.

Yea, zip them boots up tight,

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right,

Put on that little thing, hot damn,

And hit up the girls on gram,

‘Cause it’s goin’ down, tonight.

Hey baby, listen to me now,

We don’t need it loose,

Zip it up tight,

Give us boys a little boost.

Gonna’ move your hips,

Gonna’ dance real slow,

Gonna’ use them lips,

Gonna’ get real low.

So zip them boots up tight.

Yea, zip them boots up tight,

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right,

Put on that little thing, hot damn,

And hit up the girls on gram,

‘Cause it’s goin’ down, tonight.

So zip them boots up tight.

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right.

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right.

So zip them boots up tight.

So zip them boots up tight.

Yea, zip them boots up tight,

We doin’ it dirty,

We doin’ it right,

Put on that little thing, hot damn,

And hit up the girls on gram,

‘Cause it’s goin’ down, tonight.