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Written by Jake Owen, Ben Chapman, Kendell Marvel
Ol’ Hank moved back to Alabam’ when he had all he could take
Well, lately, I’ve been thinking I’m feeling the same way
So I sent a prayer to Jesus, and He got back to me
Said, “If it’s burning up your soul, son, you best just set it free.”
So I flew in to L.A. through a big ol’ cloud of smoke
On a red-eye out of Nashville, a place I still call home
Yeah, all I’d lost along the way I came to find out here
With Shooter and a five-piece band in the heart of Hollyweird
We ain’t doing it for the money, ain’t doing it for the fame
I just think it’s time to make a little change
I ain’t mad, I ain’t bitter
You just ain’t seen this side of me
I’ve been down, but I ain’t no quitter
'Bout to get back up on my feet
Yeah, ’cause I still got dreams to dream
(Give it to ’em)
I ain’t mad, I ain’t bitter
You just ain’t seen this side of me
I’ve been down, but I ain’t no quitter
'Bout to get back up on my feet
Oh, ’cause I still got dreams to dream
Yeah, I still got dreams to dream
Yeah, I still got dreams to dream
I still got dreams to dream
Ol’ Hank moved back to Alabam’ when he had all he could take
Well, lately, I’ve been thinking I’m feeling the same way
Written by Donnie Fritts, Troy Seals
Down a dusty Dixie road
My old Levi’s draggin’ tracks
Nobody cares ‘bout where I’m going
All they know is I’m comin’ back
I wish I had me a true fine woman
Let her rock me all night long
And maybe we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs
I can hear somebody laughin’
Funny how it makes me sad
Well, God, I wish it was Sunday morning
‘Cause Saturday night’s sure feeling bad
I wish I had me a true fine woman
I’d let her rock me all night long
And maybe we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs
(Come on)
Yeah, I wish I had me a true fine woman
I’d let her rock me all night long
Maybe we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs
Maybe we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs
Written by Will Jones, Kendell Marvel
Fresh hot coffee, ain’t hot long
Full tank of diesel and then it’s gone
New old motel, fresh-made bed
Eight hours later, it’s a mess
Everything in this life’s temporary
There ain’t nothing ours to lose
So when it comes down to this old boy’s heart, I promise
I’ll be a long time lovin’ you
This old guitar, brand new strings
They’re good for one show and then lose their ring
Until I’m called on the Man upstairs
This sweet feeling ain’t going anywhere
Everything in this life’s temporary
There ain’t nothing ours to lose
So when it comes down to this old boy’s heart, I promise
I’ll be a long time lovin’ you
The world keeps turnin’
These old embers
They’ll be burnin’ for you
Everything in this life’s temporary
There ain’t nothing ours to lose
When it comes down to this old boy’s heart, I promise
I’ll be a long time lovin’ you
I’ll be a long time lovin’ you
Written by Troy Jones
Today is one of those days
I wish I worked in a hardware store
Think I could be okay not playing music on the road no more
I’d be making keys instead of C chords
Selling paint and two-by-four boards
I wouldn’t have to live these restless songs
I could start my week on Monday
Nine to five and off on Sunday
Sleep in my bed every night at home
It would keep me going but I wouldn’t be gone
Today is one of those days
I wish I worked in a hardware store
Well, I already know a thing or two about hardwood floors
I could sell the hell out of plumbing
Forget these roads I’m running
I’ve been guitar strumming way too long
I could be your friendly hardware man
The one that quit this traveling band
For the simple life back home
It would keep me going but I wouldn’t be gone
Live close to work so I could walk
Be with my children while they’re small
Stop this bus, I’m going home
I wanna sit out on my porch
Drink a beer and thank the Lord
And hear the bluebirds sing a song
It would keep me going but I wouldn’t be gone
I wanna sit out on my porch
Drink a beer and thank the Lord
Hear the bluebirds sing a song
It would keep me going but I wouldn’t be gone
Today is one of those days
I wish I worked in a hardware store
Written by William Beckmann, Jamey Johnson
Broken plates and drywall scars
How’d we get to where we are
Something’s wrong and that ain’t nothing new
Heaven knows it’s a sin
There ain’t no place that we haven’t been
It’s just a case of lovers’ déjà vu
It’s part of life
It’s part of love
We may fight, but soon enough
It’ll pass and that’s the way it goes
I figured I’d just come in here
Settle down and have a beer
Listen to the tales the jukebox knows
"All kinds of stories of lovin’ and hurtin’ and cheatin’
The devil and the angels of the Lord, all competing for your soul
And all for a quarter a spin
There’s rhythms that’ll send your heart racing
And fables about the world you’re facing
And a cold mug so you can drink it all in"
It’s part of life
It’s part of love
We may fight, but soon enough
It’ll pass and that’s the way it goes
I wish that you’d just come in here
Settle down and have a beer
Listen to the tales the jukebox knows
Written by Kendell Marvel, Waylon Payne
You gave me all your heart could give
I gave nothing in return
Well, I struck the spark that lit the flame
And then I watched it burn
Now you say with him
Is where you want to be
Mmm
It took a man to keep you
But to lose you, took a fool like me
Loving you should’ve been an easy thing
Oh, but here I am alone
I took for granted, I took everything
And never noticed you were gone
Ah, but when you washed your hands
They sure came clean
Mmm
It took a man to keep you
But to lose you, took a fool like me
Whoever said a fool is blind, they won’t ever see
‘Cause he ain’t never met the kind of fool like me
Now I see you out on the street
You’re all wrapped up on his arm
You don’t even look my way
You’re too caught up in his charms
Ah, remember when I swept you off your feet
Mmm
It took a man to keep you
But to lose you, took a fool like me
Yeah, I guess it took a man to keep you
But to lose you, took a fool like me
Written by Jake Owen, Kendell Marvel, Channing Wilson
Temperature’s dropping
Soon there’ll be snow on the ground
That fireplace is popping
Seems so loud when no one’s around
The weatherman’s forecasting record-low temps around here
Yeah, the chill of December really hits different this year
All the neighborhood houses are lit up like the Fourth of July
And there’s frost on the windows, and it’s dark as a dungeon at mine
As the bitter winds blow, the truth’s never been so crystal clear
That the chill of December really hits different this year
It’s just the start of winter
And already the shivers have made it here to Tennessee
And the cold and the lonely
Cuts to the bone without you and your sweet love beside me, hmm
Well, I could get up and put another log on the fire
Get into a bottle and pretend I’m the one you desire
The warmth of your body on another man brings me to tears
Yeah, the chill of December really hits different this year
Mmm yeah, the chill of December really hits different this year
Written by Sonny Throckmorton
Well, today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
Well, he ain’t wearing his usual gray business suit
He’s got them jeans and high boots
With an embroidered star
And today he’s 40 years old going on 20
Don’t look for the gray in his hair ‘cause he ain’t got any
He’s got a little young thing beside him that just melts in his hands
Yeah, he’s middle-aged crazy, trying to prove he still can
Yeah, he’s got a woman he’s loved for a long time at home
But now the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights
They’ve got a business, they’ve spent a while comin’ by
It’s been a long uphill climb
Now the profits are high
And today he’s 40 years old going on 20
And he hears of them sordid affairs and he ain’t had any
And the young thing beside him, you know she understands
That he’s middle-aged crazy, trying to prove he still can
Mmm... still can
Yeah, that lil’ young thing beside him, you know she understands
He’s just middle-aged crazy, trying to prove he still can
He still can
He still can
Oh, I still can
Written by Dean Dillon, Bob DiPiero, Scotty Emerick
It’s like a bad dream
That just won’t go away
God knows I wish it would, but it won’t
No matter how hard I pray
On a good day, it eases up
For minutes at a time
But for the most part, it’s right there
And driving me out of my mind
Mistakes were many, and there aren't
Any excuses I can use to make up for
The things I did and can’t undo
She don’t want to hear about no more
'Cause when you lie, it’s black and white
Wrong isn’t right, ain’t never gonna be
That’s why the one I did it to
No longer has a thing to do with me
And the hurt goes on and on and on
Since she’s long moved on
You never know how good you have it
‘Til it’s gone
Can’t count the times I’ve called her
But then again, can’t fault her for never answering
If it were me, the silent treatment
Would never show a sign of weakness, I’d just let it ring
'Cause when you lie, it’s black and white
Wrong isn’t right, ain’t never gonna be
That’s why the one I did it to
No longer has a thing to do with me
Written by Chuck Cannon, Scotty Emerick
You’d think by now I’d know better
You’d think I’d learn, get burned, forget her
She’ll break my heart again if I let her
I swore last time would be the last time I let her
You’d think by now I’d know better
Fool me once,
Shame on you
Fool me twice
Now who’s foolin’ who
You’d think by now I’d know
She’ll break my heart again if I’d let her
I swore last time, this time I’d forget her
You’d think by now I’d know better
You’d think by now I’d know
Written by Scotty Emerick, Troy Jones, Paul Overstreet
There’s a box filled up with memories
Beside me on the seat
Of a rusty wore-out pickup
That cranks without a key
An old map on the dashboard, It’s wadded up and torn like my soul
Well, this old town I’m leaving now, it’s just another wrinkle in the road
The wheels keep on turning while
The windshield wipers brush away the snow
I wish that they could wipe away these tears
But I’ve just learned to let ‘em roll
I slow down just long enough to find the change to pay another toll
I tell myself that it’s all right, it’s just another wrinkle in the road
She thought she would be the one
To make me settle down
And I had lots of faith in her
At least right up ‘til now
I believed she was over him, but I found out tonight that that ain’t so
One more empty promise put another wrinkle in the road
The wheels keep on turning while
The windshield wipers brush away the snow
I wish that they could wipe away these tears
But I’ve just learned to let ‘em roll
I slow down just long enough to find the change to pay another toll
I tell myself that it’s all right, it’s just another wrinkle in the road
The wheels keep on turning while
The windshield wipers brush away the snow
Oh, I wish that they could wipe away these tears
But I’ve learned to let ‘em roll
Well, I slow down just long enough to find the change to pay another toll
I tell myself that it’s all right, it’s just another wrinkle in the road
That memory in my rearview now is just another wrinkle in the road
Written by Jake Owen, Kendell Marvel, Matt Pingel, Jimmy Ritchey, Channing Wilson
"Here we go, boys.
So long, LA — 1, 2, 3…"
So long, LA
So long, sun
Well, adiós boys, it’s been fun
What we came to do, we got it done
So long, LA
So long, sun
I brought the blues out on this trip
Left a few on the corner of Sunset Strip
A couple more down at the Rainbow Bar
They ain’t all gone, but it’s a damn good start
So long, LA
So long, sun
Adiós boys, it’s been fun
What we came to do, we got it done
So long, LA
So long, sun
It feels good to be feelin’ good again
And it’s sure been a long time comin’
Hello Nashville, my old friend
Damn, it’s good to be back home again
Got a brand-new fire burnin’ in my soul
And a record in my pocket full of solid gold
So long, LA
So long, sun
Adiós boys, it’s been fun
What we came to do, we got it done
So long, LA
So long, sun
Written by Hank Williams, Jr.
"Yo, Shooter — bro, hope you’re doing good, man.
Bad weather in Tennessee tonight.
Sittin’ in my garage playing country songs —
It’s kinda my therapy late at night.
Thought I’d send you this one, man.
Great one off that album that your dad did."
Well, time’s catching up with me ‘cause I’ve been on the road
And the keys to the city are all I’ve got to show
And though it’s easy to take home the belle of the ball
I’m gettin’ tired of it all
I’m gonna love you once and for all
‘Cause you’re the one to help me find myself
And I’m gonna love you and nobody else
‘Cause you pick me up every time I fall
And if you ever need me, just give me a call
And I’m gonna love you
Once and for all
"Dogs are barkin’
Alright"
