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(# 1 top country album)
(# 3 top pop album)

Brad Paisley – vocal/guitar
Gary Hooker - guitar
Randle Currie – steel
Mike Johnson – dobro
Kevin Grantt, Kenny Lewis – bass
Ben Sesar – drums
Eric Darken – percussion
Aubrey Haynie, Justin Williamson – fiddle/mandolin
Bryan Sutton – mandolin/banjo
Ron Block, Kendal Marcy – banjo
Jim Brown, Gordon Mote, Tim Lauer - piano/orgab/keyboards
The Kung Pao Buckaroos:
Bill Anderson, Little Jimmy Dickens, Vince Gill
Wes Hightower - vocals
© Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
My buddy Blake was all state with dreams of the NFL
Jenny McLain had big brains she got a scholarship to Yale
Then there was Hershel he did commercials and he was gonna be a movie star
But all I wanted was a car all I wanted was a car
Had a part time job makin' chicken kabobs
At the food court at the mall
I hauled my uncle's trash I cut my neighbor's grass
And I raked the leaves in the fall
My parents they were stunned how this former lazy bum
Suddenly was workin' so hard
But all I wanted was a car all I wanted was a car
Yeah when I was sixteen
All my dreams revolved around one thing
All I wanted was a car all I wanted was a car
When I finally got that big hunk of steel
And those four wheels underneath
I went everywhere in it broke the speed limit
And I even broke in the back seat
Now when I look outside sittin' in the drive
It blows my mind to see
An SUV and a sedan and two kids playin'
And I can't believe they all belong to me
When I caught their momma's eye
In that old thing I used to drive
Never dreamed it take me this far
All I wanted was a car
Yeah when I was sixteen...
Sixteen all my dreams revolved around one thing
All I wanted was a car all I wanted was a car
All I wanted was a car all I wanted was a car
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(# 1 country hit)
(# 40 pop hit)
© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips and I wish I was your beer
In the small there of your back your jeans are playing peekaboo
I'd like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo
Hey that gives me an idea let's get out of this bar
Drive out into the country and find a place to park
Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
I know the perfect little path out in these woods I used to hunt
Don't worry babe I've got your back and I've also got your front
Now I'd hate to waste a night like this I'll keep you safe; you wait and see
The only thing allowed to crawl all over you when we get there is me
You know every guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But I've got way more class than them
Babe that ain't what I want
'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
You never know where one might be
There's lots of places that are hard to reach
I gotcha
I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
I'd sure like to check you for ticks
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(# 1 country hit)
(# 39 pop hit)
© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
I work down at the pizza pit and I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad I'm five foot three and overweight
I'm a sci-fi fanatic a mild asthmatic
Never been to second base
But there's a whole nother me that you need to see
Go check out my space
Cause online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm six foot five and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati I'm a black belt in karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothin' serious
Cause even on a slow day
I can have a three way chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online so much cooler online
I get home I kiss my mom and she fixes me a snack
And I head down to my basement bedroom and fire up my Mac
In real life the only time I've ever even been to LA
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade
Butoh online I live in Malibu
I pose for Calvin Klein I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I got a set of six pack abs that will blow your mind
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious...
When you got my kind of stats it's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight
Everytime I log in
Online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm six foot five and I look damn good
And even on a slow day
I can have a three way chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online yeah I'm cooler online
Hey I'm so much cooler online yeah I'm cooler online
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(# 1 country hit)
(# 40 pop hit)
© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at seventeen
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair
But all I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you and still you feel like there's a knife
Sticking out of your back and you're wondering if you'll survive
But you'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and 8th
Always stop completely don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridget make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Ms Brinkman
She spends so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you till you shine
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead
Because if you fail algebra Mom and dad'll kill you dead
But trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this letter to me
You've got so much up ahead you'll make new friends
And you should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life
I guess I'll see you in the mirror when you're a grown man
PS go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish I wish you'd take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry and let it be
Hey I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me to me
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(# 1 country hit)
(# 33 pop hit)
© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnics
And I see a largemouth up under that log
You're probably thinking you're gonna change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down dress me up ah but no matter what
Remember I'm still a guy
When you see a priceless French painting
I see a drunk naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk your sissy dog hold your purse at the mall
But remember I'm still a guy
And I'll pour out my heart hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying yeah girls he's come a long way
From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a back rub means only a back rub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well now what can I say at the end of the day
Honey I'm still a guy
And I'll pour out my heart hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
These days there's dudes getting facials
Manicured waxed and botoxed
With deep spray on tans and creamy lotioney hands
You can't grip a tackle box
Yeah with all of these men lining up to get neutered
It's hip now to be feminized
But I don't highlight my hair I've still got a pair
Yeah honey I'm still a guy
My eyebrows ain't plucked there's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God I'm still a guy
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
You may think I'm wrong for you and you're wrong for me
To look at us on paper I would have to agree
It could have been the moon light or it could have been the wine
But the way that we were acting hell it could have been the moon shine
And oh we're do we go from here
I don't know but baby one thing's clear
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once
There's this little straight stretch just south of here
It's great for mashing down the gas and trying out fifth gear
But it's also a speed trap twice I've gotten caught
But something bout it calls to me and I can't seem to stop
And oh you have the same effect
I know I'll just keep coming back
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once
Well there are things in life that I regret
And even more that haven't happened yet
But it would be a shame if our little fling
Always stayed a onetime thing
Someday if we're lucky
We'll get old enough to finally be embarrassed
By the crazy things we've done
Be just like our parents responsible and bland
No risk no excitement hey lets get it while we can
Cause some mistakes are too much fun
To only make once
Love like this is too much fun
To only make once
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© Spirit Of Nashville One, BMI
A single red rose and a table for two
A nice Chardonnay and an ocean view
Ships comin' in and stars comin' out
We sat and we talked till the place closed down
Then we took a long walk down on the beach
Her in that white dress and her bare feet
We stopped and we watched the lighthouse light
And pulled her close and I held on tight
And I said to myself it doesn't get better than this
No it doesn't get better than this
And it did it did whoa it did
Fast forward to that next spring
We were lookin' for a preacher pickin' out rings
Family comin' in and friends comin' out
To that white church on the outskirts of town
Me in that tux fightin' butterflies
Tears of joy in my mommas eyes
Her daddy walkin' her down the aisle
He lifted that veil and I saw that smile
And I said to myself it doesn't get better than this
No it doesn't get better than this
But it did it did oh it did
Just when I start thinkin' it's as good as it can get
This crazy life does somethin' just to let me know
I haven't seen anything yet
Nine months later nearly to the day
There we were flyin' down the interstate
Car weavin' in and car weavin' out
Through traffic runnin' every red light in town
Delivery room and the doctor comes in
I'm right beside and she's squeezin' my hand
One more push and a baby cries
Sweet little angel with his momma's eyes
And I said to myself it doesn't get better than this
No it doesn't get better than this
But it did it did oh it did yes it did
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Well hey hey Mr Policeman
Bet I can drive faster'n you can
Come on hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with the radar gun
You look bored and I sure am
Catch me if you can
Hey hey Mr Policeman
I got a '75 Firebird Trans Am
With a 455 up under the hood
Me and my brother got it running good
wake up behind them old Ray-Bans
Catch me if you can
Go on turn on your blue lights
You know you want to I just flew by
I can see you feel it now
How's my dust taste in your mouth
C'mon Smokey it's time to race
Lets have us a high speed chase
Well hey hey Mr Policeman
Chopper in the air and a couple of swat vans
That's no fair now blocking the road
Now where am I supposed to go
Time to use my backup plan
Catch me if you can
Hey hey Mr Policeman
Bet I can run faster'n you can
With your big pot belly
And your cowboy boots
100 bucks says that you won't shoot
I know these woods like the back of my hand
Catch me if you can
Go on turn on your spotlight
I got running shoes and I'm younger than you
And I got all night
There's no way you're keepin' up with me
Just go on back to Krispy Kreme
If you wanna quit I understand
Catch me if you can
Hey hey Mr Policeman
I said hey hey Mr Policeman
I'm in the jailhouse now
I'm in the jailhouse now
They told me once or twice
Son respect my authority
I'm in the jailhouse now
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
She's ninety-eight lbs workin' down at the Dairy Queen
With an Oval V home perm and braces
And he's long haired no job and just nineteen
They've got a baby on the way and
They're off to the races
In love look at 'em go
Now what in the world could go wrong
Don't tell them the odds it's best they don't know
If love was a plane nobody'd get on
At the ivy at lunchtime in Beverly Hills
The paparazzi are gathered outside
Cause an actor and an actress are havin' lunch
And according to Extra and Entertainment Tonight
They're in love look at 'em go...
Imagine now the pilots voice on the intercom
Right before we leave the ground
Saying folks thanks for flying with us
But there's a six in ten chance we're goin' down
But that's the strangest thing about this emotion
Even knowing our chances are small
We line up at the gate with our tickets
Thinking somehow were different I mean after all
We're in love look at us go...
Yeah if love was a plane nobody'd get on
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© Warner-Tamerlane Pub, BMI
with Carrie Underwood
Strong like a mother holds her child
Free as horses runnin' wild
And real as a prayer on a lonely night
And sure as the ocean tide
Oh love oh love
All the many colors that you're made of
You heel you bleed
You're the simple truth and you're the biggest mystery
Oh love oh love
Deep as the life from God's own breath
Endless even after death gone like the sunset
You can break a heart in pieces
Put it back together again
You can break down sweet forgiveness
You're the one that never ends
Oh love mmm oohh
Oh love oh love...
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
That sleepy little campfire popped and kinda crackled
We were heating up the pork and beans
And Bubba said man it don't get any better than this
If you know what I mean
We sat there for a minute listening to the crickets
Thinking this was pretty hard to beat
Till Junior stood up spit in the fire and said
Boys I hate to disagree
But if a busload of women really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And ol' Joe T Garcia showed up with fajitas
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good
But it could get better than this
If Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard Petty pulled up in the old 43 car
And asked us if we wanted a ride
We'd all sit around singing Poncho and Lefty
Playing poker smoking big cigars
Now don't take offense y'all I'm perfectly content
Just sitting here under the stars
But if a busload of women really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And ol' Emeril Lagasse showed up with kielbasa
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Now don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good
But it could get better than this
But if a busload of women really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And Little Jimmy Dickens showed up with fried chicken
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
Merle Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Now don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good
But it could get better than this
Now don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good
But it could get better than this
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
You really left your mark
On this ol' house and this ol' heart
I see you everywhere
And when I close my eyes you're still there
And I know you want me to move on
Start living a new life start writing a new song
And don't worry I ain't gonna ask you
To come back and love me baby you don't have to
Cause I can be in love with you without you
It's not that hard at all
It's like you're out of town just forgot to call
Well just because you walked away
Doesn't mean my feelings have to change
Now and I know you want to move on...
Oh and if you're gone for good I hope that you go far
Cause how I feel about you it don't matter where you are
Yea and I know you want me to move on...
**********
© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Where's George
George who
Jones
George Jon you mean no show
Yeah I guess he's living up to his name.
He's no show
We need somebody to take his place
Hey fellas what a doing my name's Vince
I understand that you're ah potential looking for ah a more cloric friendly ah Person for the Kung Pao Mountain Boys or whatever the hell you call your band
I like this guy
I think he's in
Perfect
The Grand Ole Opry theater proudly presents
Bigger fish to fry
Staring the new
Kung Pao Buckaroos now possum free
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© Rancho Papa Music, BMI
I said a bad word when I was a kid
Mama said that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did
My daddy whooped me and the preacher said shame
And I tried like hell to change
And I cuss and I smoke and I laugh at dirty jokes
Minor vices man I know em well
I've closed down bars and I've lusted in my heart
My exes think I oughta burn in hell
But the devil he won't notice when I die
Don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry oh yeah
Politicians taking pork barrel bribes
Crooked ceos are getting off with no time
Christmas Eve burglars stealin' good children's toys
(Can't say Chirstmas)
Holiday burglars stealin good children's toys
And I cuss and I smoke I laugh at dirty jokes
The minor vices man I know I'm well
I've closed down bars I've lusted in my heart
My ex thinks that I oughta burn in hell
But The devil wont even notice when I die
Ya don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry
Theres gonna be a bonfire burnin' an everlastin' bar-b-que
But with all the bad stuff goin' on
There ain't gonna be room for me and you
Cause we cuss and we smoke and we laugh at tater's jokes
(tell one Jim you know you're old when your wife says
Honey let's run upstairs and make love and your answer is I cannot do both)
Some minor vices man we know 'em well
We've closed down bars and we've lusted in our hearts
Our exes think we oughta burn in hell
But the devil he wont notice when we die
Don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry
Ya don't you figure he's got bigger fish to fry
(Pass the tarter sauce)
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© Good News Broadcasting, BMI
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus
Sing his mercy and his grace
In the mansions bright and blessed
He'll prepare for us a place
While we walk the pilgrim pathway
Clouds will overspread the sky
But when travelin' days are over
Not a shadow not a sigh
When we all get to heaven
What a day of rejoicing that will be
When we all see Jesus
We'll sing and shout the victory
Onward to the prize before us
Soon his beauty we'll behold
Soon the pearly gates will open
We shall tread the streets of gold
When we all get to heaven...
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© New Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
[ instrumental ]
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