1.Pants
Lyricist：Walker Hayes
Well I've been a strong-willed son of a gun
Ever since I was suckin' my thumb
But push came to shove when I fell in love
With my baby, yeah my baby
Well you could say she's overbearing
Matter fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearing
And I can't go fishing without her permission
But I ain't complaining, we've got an arrangement
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans
That woman's wish is my command
Yeah, I'm telling you I got more honey-do's
Than every fruit truck on 40, but I'll get 'em done shortly
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
Well she can push me around
But when the sun goes down
Look out, there's a new sheriff in town
Oh, oh, oh, ow
Ah yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about
Ooh yeah
Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas
But I reckon that they're just jealous
She can wear the pants, she can run the show
She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones
She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler
She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
Oh yeah, long as I can take 'em off her
Long as I can take 'em off her
2.Kitchen Table
Lyricist：Walker Hayes, Paul Norris Nelson
Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
It was used but it looked new
To a couple kids like me and you
So we threw it in the truck
And took the slow way home
We made out at every life
Found out the windows in our drive
Then we carried it to the kitchen
Where we christened it all night long
Blood, sweat and tears
All those years soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
We left all the love we were able
On the kitchen table
Years have passed and now our love's
Cold as the coffee in our cups
We sat here sipping since we try to work
This out
But if this faded table top could talk
It'd tell us, all we've got to lose
But it cannot so let's remember now
All the blood, sweat and tears
All those years soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
Let's leave all the love that we're able
On the kitchen table
On the kitchen table
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blood, sweat and tears
All those years soaked inside the maple
Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
Let's leave all the love that we're able
On the kitchen table
Blood, sweat and tears
All those years soaked inside the maple
On the kitchen table
Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
Let's leave all the love that we're able
On the kitchen table
3.Naked
Lyricist：Walker Hayes, Mark Irwin, Joshua Kear
I've got more baggage than a 747
I've got more issues than rolling stone
I've got some stories that I'm not so proud of
Maybe you got a couple of your own
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours
Baby, let's get naked, show our tattoos and our scars
Let's get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts
Let's strip it down until we just can't fake it
There's more to love than just the way we make it
Baby, let's get naked
Baby, let's get naked
I wanna know you know the truth about me
What kind of man I'm really not and why
I want your good, your bad and your ugly
All of the secrets that you stash inside
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours
Baby, let's get naked, show our tattoos and our scars
Let's get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts
Let's strip it down until we just can't fake it
There's more to love than just the way we make it
Baby, let's get totally exposed
Leave nothing undisclosed
Baby, let's get naked
Whoa, baby, let's get naked
Baby, let's get naked, show our tattoos and our scars
Let's get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts
Let's strip it down until we just can't fake it
'Cause there's more to love than just the way we make it
Baby, let's get naked
Baby, let's get naked
Baby, let's get naked
4.Cherry Stem
Lyricist：Walker Hayes, Brandon Kinney
She picked that cherry out of her Coke
And put that stem in her pretty little mouth
And at that supper tide in her bowl
Before I even started to count
And ever since she's been twisting my heart around
She loves me in then she spits me out
Whoa, I'm just her cherry stem, I'm just her party trick
She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix
I'm all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb
With all the love I've got, I'm just her cherry stem
What I oughtta do, what I should've done
It don't matter now 'cause it's too late
I've kissed her lips and now I can't run
'Cause I know how good they taste
She got me whipped by the tip of her tongue
And now I'm too tangled to come undone
Whoa, I'm just her cherry stem, I'm just her party trick
She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix
I'm all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb
With all the love I've got, I'm just her cherry stem
Cherry stem
I'm just her cherry stem, I'm just her party trick
She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix
I'm all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb
With all the love that I've got, I'm just her cherry stem
I'm just her cherry stem, I'm just her party trick
She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix
I'm all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb
With all the love that I've got, I'm just her cherry
I'm just her cherry, I'm just her cherry stem
5.Why Wait For Summer
Lyricist：Walker Hayes, Jr., Frederick Wilhelm
Well, I'm overworked and I'm underpaid
And it's overcast, gloomy and gray
The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder
Summertime is gone but that don't mean it's over
I got a dime store cooler made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it
Why wait for summer？
Why wait for summer to show up？
Why wait when somewhere down there
Summer is waiting on us？
Summer is waiting on us, oh, it is
Let's bust a move south, towards that equator
And get the heck out of this refrigerator
Let's follow that heat to a summer wonderland
We're gonna make snow angels in the soft, white sand
I got a dime store cooler made of Styrofoam
And it's loaded with limes and cold Coronas
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it
Why wait for summer？
Why wait for summer to show up？
Why wait when somewhere down there
Summer is waiting on us？ Oh
Summer is waiting on us, oh yeah
I got a dime store cooler, it's Styrofoam
It's loaded with limes and cold Coronas
I pointed my truck towards Pensacola
But before I go I had to phone ya and say
Hey sugar, shotgun's where I want ya
With not much more than your sunscreen on ya
There's a sweet little piece of beach
With our name on it, so doggone it
Why wait for summer？
Why wait for summer to show up？
Why wait when somewhere down there
Summer is waiting on us？ Yeah
Summer is waiting on us, yeah
Why wait for summer to show？
Why wait for summer？
Why wait for summer to show up？
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