1.Redneck Side
She takes me to a party
Dressed up in city clothes
Pretending I'm somebody
Everybody oughta know
But once I get a cold beer in my hand
There ain't no mistaken who I am
I can't hide my redneck side
It's in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin' a real good time
Oh I can't hide my redneck side
Went to meet her family
For a weekend in the sun
A big house on the ocean
Yea we were really havin' fun
Till they caught me in the pool at 2am
Wearin' nothin' but a farmer's tan
I can't hide my redneck side
It's in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin' a real good time
Oh I can't hide my redneck side
I like guitars in my music
Muscle in my cars
And I like girls that hang out at bars
No one can change the way they are
And I can't hide my redneck side
It's in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin' a real good time
No I can't hide my redneck side
No I can't hide my redneck side
I can't hide my redneck side
2.My Kind Of Woman
She likes an ice cold Bud pressed against her hand
Standing on the porch looking cross our land
Seeing the bass hit that top water
And that was my kind of woman first time I saw her.
Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
Good on my bed when the sun comes up
She's good with a cane pole, good with a gun
It's corn bread and sweet tea where she's from
She's my kind of woman, good as they come.
She'd rather be on a lake than in a mall,
In a duck blind at daylight blowin my call,
She likes to get hogwild in the middle of the day,
My kind of woman likes to roll in the hay,
Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
Good on my bed when the sun comes up
She's good with a cane pole, good with a gun
It's corn bread and sweet tea where she's from
She's my kind of woman, good as they come.
Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
Good on my bed when the sun comes up
She's good with a Zepco, good with a gun
It's corn bread and sweet tea where she's from
She's my kind of woman, good as they come.
3.If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
Every day I drive to work across Flint River bridge
A hundred yards from the spot where me and grandpa fished
There's a piece of his old fruit stand on the side of Sawmill
Road
He'd be there peelin' peaches if it was twenty years ago
And what I wouldn't give
To ride around in that old truck with him
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd pack up the kids and go for the day
Introduce them to their grandpa
Watch 'em laugh at the way he talks
I'd find my long lost cousin John
The one we left back in Vietnam
Show him a picture of his daughter now
She's a doctor and he'd be proud
Then tell him we'd be back in a couple of days
In the rear view mirror we'd all watch 'em wave
Yeah, and losing them wouldn't be so hard to take
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd hug all three of those girls we lost from the class of '99
And I'd find my old bird dog Bo and take him huntin' one more
time
I'd ask Hank why he took those pills back in '53
And Janis to sing the second verse of 'Me and Bobby McGee'
Sit on a cloud and visit for a while
It'd do me good just to see them smile
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd pack up the kids and go for the day
Introduce them to their grandpa
Watch 'em laugh at the way he talks
I'd find my long lost cousin John
The one we left back in Vietnam
Show him a picture of his daughter now
She's a doctor and he'd be proud
Then tell him we'd be back in a couple of days
In the rear view mirror we'd all watch 'em wave
Yeah, and losing them wouldn't be so hard to take
If heaven wasn't so far
If heaven wasn't so far
If heaven wasn't so far away
So far away
So far away
4.Run Out Of Honky Tonks
Midnight in Albuquerque
Drunk again on a little Wild Turkey
Damned if her memory didn't show up right on time
I've driven through the rain, the snow and ice
I ain't hit the same town twice
Just lookin' for a place I figured she couldn't find
I thought by now she'd left me alone
Turned around and headed back home
And just let me be
Hell what does she want with me
Bartender set 'em up
Hell as long as she's here might as well stay drunk
Start fresh tomorrow somewhere down the road
Shut down another bar
Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place
This is gonna work
Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks
Before I get over her
Well she walked out and I bought a map
A couple towns and I'd be back
Some place I could hurt where no one knew my name
Yeah I started out in Little Rock
I've lost track of everywhere I stopped
I can't seem to drink enough to outrun the pain
You'd think by now her memory
Would get tired of following me
But tonight ain't the night
So before they turn out the lights
Bartender set 'em up
Hell as long as she's here might as well stay drunk
Start fresh tomorrow somewhere down the road
Shut down another bar
Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place
This is gonna work
Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks
Before I get over her
Shut down another bar
Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place
This is gonna work
Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks
Before I get over her
'Fore I get over her
5.Beer Time
Bird dog just had her puppies
That's a hundred dollars cash apiece
This ol' boy struck it country rich
At least for a couple of weeks
I owe my daddy that fifty spot
And the muffler shop the rest
But daddy and Bubba's gonna have to wait
I got an empty ice chest
Boys it's beer time
This whole town's dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a twelve pack
In a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time
It's beer time
Heard Bocephus was comin' to town
And I still had a little cash
I bought me a couple of nose bleed tickets
Way up in the back
It chilled me to the bone when he sang
'Got a shotgun rifle and a four-wheel drive'
Crowd went crazy and I told my baby
It was worth every dime
Now it's beer time
Hearin' Hank play live 'Country Boy Can Survive'
I need something cold
When the show ends
Party with my rowdy friends
Hell of a weekend, I ain't ready to go
Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights
It's beer time
Boys it's beer time
This whole town's dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a twelve pack
In a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time
Son, it's beer time
It's five o'clock Friday afternoon
And it's beer time
Ya the fish they're bitin' in the honey hole
It's beer time, hey
6.Bait A Hook
I heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks
I heard he's got a Prius, 'cause he's into bein' green
My buddies said he saw y'all, eatin' that sushi stuff
Baby that don't sound like you, that don't sound like love,
Sounds like it sucks...
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
He ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line,
But not the kind in a field and stream book
No darlin' I ain't even worried, you'll come runnin' back
He can't even bait a hook.
Has he kissed you in a hay field as the summer rain falls down？
Has he took you to meet his mama, back in his home town？
Does he drive the interstate, or does he take them old back
roads？
Can he melt your heart with a country song,
every good old boy should know？
I didn't think so...
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
He ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line,
But not the kind in a field and stream book
No darlin' I ain't even worried, you'll come runnin' back
He can't even bait a hook.
It won't be that long, 'til you start gettin' bored
I'll be smilin' on the river, reelin' in one more...
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
Hell he don't know who Jack Daniels is
He ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line,
But not the kind in a field and stream book
No darlin' I ain't even worried,
cause you'll come runnin' back
He can't even bait a hook
No baby I ain't even worried
He can't even bait a hook
7.Flyin' Down A Back Road
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they still rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus,
before he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good...
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Flyin' down a back road
Up there in Des Moines,
they knew my songs line by line
I just stood there in the fake smoke
Another dream came true that night
I've seen so many places, I thought I'd never see
All the way from California to as far as you can go East
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good,
But not near as good...
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road
I'm a lucky man, I got a real good life
With all the things I've done nothin' gets me as high...
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' my mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road
Oh, flyin' down a back road
8.If You Don't Like My Twang
Don't you dare throw that beer can,
Stand in the back and cover your ears
Go sit in your car, till the show is over
If you don't like what you hear
Brother maybe you're in the wrong place,
If you don't like a rowdy crowd
We're about to get drunk, and go country on ya
Yeah, it's gonna get loud
No I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah, it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang
I've been singin' and playin' this guitar
Since I was twelve years old
It took me from a porch, to the Opry, to the radio,
To a whole lot of records sold
Well we must be doin' somethin' right,
Cause we packed it out again
So don't let the door hit you in the ass,
And you can tell all your friends
No I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah, it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang
I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it down in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah, it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang
Said no, I don't care if you don't like my twang
9.Guns
I started out with a .410 then moved to a .20 gauge
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years
old
When I was eight I used a muzzle loader to kill my first doe
These days I go down to Wal-Mart and they sell em in the back
Some people wanna take em away
Why don't you go bust them boys that's sellin' crack
Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks
Come on man it ain't like I'm slinging em on the block
I'm gonna tell you once, and listen son
As long as I'm alive and breathin'
You won't take my guns.
If there ever was a time we need em, I'd say it'd be today
When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV
and walk out of Guantanamo Bay
I just try to do the right thing and raise my family in this
land
Treating me like you wanna be treated and that's what I call a
man
If we don't have em, what do we do, tell me, where we gonna go
Somebody breaks into my house, I'm gonna need my Colt 44.
Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks
Come on man it ain't like I'm slinging em on the block
I'm gonna tell you once, and listen son
As long as I'm alive and breathin'
You won't take my guns.
Listen...
Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks
Come on man it ain't like I'm slinging em on the block
I'm gonna tell you once, and listen son
As long as I'm alive and breathin'
And I'm still breathin'
You won't take my guns.
No, you can take em from me
when you take em from my grandpa or my daddy
10.Sunshine Babies
Down in Alabama they wear them little cutoffs,
In Georgia it's camo bikini tops,
South Carolina layin' on the Myrtle Beach,
Panama City drinkin' shots for free
That time I went out to California,
had to dodge them on the PCH,
And over there in Little Rock sunnin' on the bass boat,
Sippin' on a cold one out on the lake
Them sunshine babies
All across the land workin' on a tan
Drivin' country boys crazy
All oiled down with a beer in their hand
Easy to spot, way too hot
I'm diggin' on what they got
Them sunshine babies
Hat turned backwards, flyin' down a back road
CJ 7, headed for the swimmin' hole
Me and the boys, hangin' out of the doors
Ain't got no fishin' pole, got no lures
'Cause what we're after's layin' up on the bank
They're jumpin' off that old rope swing
Barefoot in the mud, cooler on the tailgate
I can see em now, shakin' their thing
Them sunshine babies
All across the land workin' on a tan
Drivin' country boys crazy
All oiled down with a beer in their hand
Easy to spot, way too hot
I'm diggin' on what they got
Them sunshine babies
Them sunshine babies
All across the land workin' on a tan
Drivin' country boys crazy
All oiled down with a beer in their hand
Easy to spot, way too hot
I'm diggin' on what they got
Them sunshine babies, yeah,
I'm diggin' on what they got
Drivin' country boys crazy
11.Til My Last Day
People say I'm just a rough boy
I ain't no good for you girl
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a man can change
I'm livin' proof of that
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Baby I might meet all my friends
Shoot the bull, have a beer or two
But you know I'll be the first one to leave
In a hurry to get to you
Somewhere deep inside your angel eyes
I found a place to rest,
Don't ever doubt that I'll be around,
And baby don't you ever forget
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Darlin' yes I will
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Oh babe, til my last day
12.Bed Of My Chevy
We can pop a top on a bottle of Boone's.
Have a front row seat to a big full moon.
Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field.
Find a star we can call our own
Watch the lightning bugs 'til they're gone.
Light a fire of passion or lay real still.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy.
Baby slide off your boots down to your bare feet.
Those cut offs and tan lines are killin' me.
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder,
we'll stay a while.
Steal a little kiss as the whip-poor-will's,
Sing through the trees with a southern feel.
We can sit on the tailgate and wait till it feels right.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy.
In the bed of my Chevy.
13.Outlaws Like Me
I've been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder
A straight up whiskey pounder, till I don't know my name
I've been a church goer, a front pew bible holder
A cry on my momma's shoulder when she saw me change
But each day's a choice, which one I'm gonna be
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I've run a mile to walk through pain
I've seen the worst and I've seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I've been an SOB'er, a night time bar room winger
A go back and forth betweener, and that's the truth
And I've been a come home early, get to my girl in a hurry
At night so she didn't worry, I even said I love you
But each day's days a choice, to love her or livin' free
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I've run a mile to walk through pain
I've seen the worst and I've seen the best that I could be
God bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun, I pray for rain
I've run a mile to walk through pain
I've seen the worst and I've seen the best man I can be
God bless outlaws, God bless outlaws
God bless outlaws like me
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