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

Brad Paisley - vocal/guitar/mandolin
Bryan Sutton - guitar/banjo
Gary Hooker - guitar
Randle Currie - steel
Kenny Lewis - bass/vocals
Ben Sesar - drums/ percussion
Luke Wooten - percussion
Justin Williamson - fiddle/mandolin/cello/violin
Gordon Mote - piano
Kendall Marcy - banjo/vocals
Jasper Paisley - harmonica
Vocals:
Brent Anderson, Emmylou Harris, Wes Hightower, Carl Jackson,
Carrie Underwood, Luke Wooten
Recorded:
2014, Station West, Nashville / The Wheelhouse, Franklin
(# 26 country hit)
(# 110 pop hit)
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
I sure could use an atta boy or a big ol' high five
I'd love to hear you're killin' it dude it's been a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
Cause every week has a weekend by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it yeah I'll be crushin' it
Let's say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed from late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head and looks at you and says ain't you good for anything
And you say every week has a weekend by this time Friday night
If you want a margarita I'll get tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it with a cold one in my other hand
And I'll be crushin' it
When I'm finished with my can I can stomp it with my boot
Punch it with my fist smash it on my forehead
Yeah I got this I'll be crushin' it oh I'll be crushin' it
I figured this out in college walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best or brightest guy around
But like the great George freaking Strait I'm the king of gettin' unwound
And every week has a weekend by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it every week has a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushin' it by this time Friday night
Oh I'll be crushin' it I'll be done with my third can
Oh I'll be crushin' it of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it I'll be crushin' it
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(# 12 country hit)
(# 54 pop hit)
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Well I won two dollars on a scratch-off ticket
So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it
And I won ten bucks and that was just right
So I bought a six pack and a bag of ice
You know even if our ship came in and this is all we got
It ain't like we really need a million dollar yacht
Cause we got an inner tube we got a trailer hitch
We're near the river and far from rich
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
We're laughing all the way to the river bank
Still can you imagine if we ever struck it
I'd go shoot tequila take a lime and suck it
And we'd tell our bosses they can do the same
We'll find a big cruise ship and buy the whole dang thing
We'd sail around the world and go to shore in a dingy
But till that dream comes true why don't you grab your bikini
Cause we got an inner tube we got a trailer hitch...
However it goes (whatever happens)
We've got it made (in these shades)
Cause baby we can float (behind this boat)
We can ride away
Cause we got an inner tube we got a trailer hitch...
We got an inner tube we got a trailer hitch
We're near the river and far from rich
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
And it's a beautiful day we're laughing all the way
To the river bank
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(# 4 country hit)
(# 52 pop hit)
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
If she was a drink she'd be a single barreled Bourbon on ice
Smooth with a kick a chill and a burn all at the same time
She's Sunday drive meets high speed chase
She ain't just a song she's the whole mix tape
She's so complicated that's the way God made her
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
And she destroys me in that T-shirt and I love her so much it hurts
I never meant to fall like this she don't just rain she pours
That girl right there's the perfect storm
I know how to make her laugh or blush or mad at me
But that's OK there ain't no one more beautiful angry
And she loves just as deep as she goes when she's down
The highs match the lows can't have one without the other
And I love her just the way God made her
Sunshine mixed with s little hurricane
And she destroys me in that T-shirt and I love her so much it hurts...
She's the girl of a lifetime a guy like me spends his whole life
Looking for that girl right there's the perfect storm
Ooh oh ooh-oh (she destroys me in that T-shirt)
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© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
with Carrie Underwood
I can still remember when grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left Mama and him more money than we'd ever seen
Just like that we were thousandaires had a brand new boat and a frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumpin' on a trampoline
A bunch of lowlifes livin' the high life
Money burnin' a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
Grandpa's with the Lord now
But we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big Orange now
On a 57 inch TV that's right
The money was gone by mid-July
We went back to just gettin' by
Till mama slipped on a patch of ice
Outside of Chick-fil-A
Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
So we didn't ask for all that much
Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
And free chicken till our dyin' day
A bunch of lowlifes livin' the high life
Money burnin' a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
Mama's got a limp now
But we all get to swim now
Cause we got an aboveground
Sittin' out by the trampoline
We rocked we rolled we lived it up till it started runnin' thin
We began lookin' for a way to spin that wheel again
I heard a song a couple months ago
It was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote
Back in second grade
I know she didn't steal it but so what
We lawyered up and we sued her butt
These days we figured we'd pretty much
Get paid to go away
A bunch of lowlifes livin' the high life
Money burnin' a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
The song's at number one now
Gonna get a hot tub now
Sittin' next to the aboveground
Which is next to the trampoline
It's gonna run out someday
That ain't gonna be a fun day
But as long as it ain't a Sunday
We can go to Chick-fil-A and eat
Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say that's right)
Maybe I'll get a diet Coke I don't know (I wish they had beer it'd be perfect)
I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)
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© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Got a '69 Camaro with a Ram Jet 502
I could win the pole at Bristol baby but I'm ridin' round with you
Bored as hell we might as well burn this tank of gas
Cause if we're goin' nowhere girl let's go nowhere fast
Like there's moonshine in the trunk and blue lights on our tail
Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off to jail
Like we're helpin' out Uncle Jesse makin' a midnight run
Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Well they say that's how the Duke boys
And Nascar started out they were haulin' bootleg liquor
And look where they are now
Chances are I gotta Mason jar Rollin' round in the back
That white lightnin's long gone but it shouldn't be hard to act
Like there's moonshine in the trunk and blue lights on our tail...
Whoa oh oh let's pretend we're runnin' from the law
Whoa oh oh like we're the Bonnie and Clyde of alcohol
Like there's moonshine in the trunk and blue lights on our tail...
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
I can picture you the day you were born
Baby girl in your mama's arms
Destined for great things
Crazy thing about an angel like you
All the things you know how to do and yet
The world tries to clip your wings
But you wouldn't let 'em
So baby go get 'em
Bust that ceiling out
The sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
Rear your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
It's your time at last
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
It's kinda fun for a guy like me
Sitting here in your shotgun seat
Watching you leave 'em all in the dust
Because I believe in you
And I wanna see your dreams come true
So bust that ceiling out
The sky's the limit now
Time to make up for the past
Rear your head back and roar
Like you ain't ever done before
I wanna see you kick some ass
I'm so proud to know you girl
The most beautiful thing in the world
Is all this shattered glass
No time to waste gotta make this moment yours
Got a whole lot of history to make up for
So bust that ceiling out
The sky's the limit now
The world is changing fast
All you've been through ain't in vain
Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Ain't gotta have everything in your life
Going exactly right to party
Maybe the opposite things are a mess
And that's the best time to burn it down
You look around here and you see all these people
You think their lives are perfect huh hardly
Now I don't have all the answers but I'll tell you
The one thing I've found
You take it all with a grain of salt
And realize sometimes it ain't your fault
You got something you don't want to remember
That's when you need to just throw it in a blender
And have a good time now add tequila
When life gives you limes you make Margaritas
Now I don't know if you're the type
That sees the glass that's half full or half empty
But I've got an idea how 'bout I never let you get that low
Whatever is done is done the night is young
Let's have some fun are you with me
And try to forget the sh*t that hit the fan
The only way that I know
You take it all with a grain of salt...
Have a good time now add tequila
You're gonna be you're gonna be just fine
When life gives you limes you make Margaritas
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
You've got this confidence yeah it was obvious
The way you walked in here you look sensational
And totally capable of buying your own beer
But you shouldn't have to you shouldn't have to
I hate to think about everything you've done without
Or how it's been before you've ever walked home alone
Or sat and waited by the phone or opened your own door
You shouldn't have to you shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true
A girl like you can do anything but anything you don't wanna do
You shouldn't have to girl you shouldn't have to
Hear me now that's what I'm saying and another thing tell me now
Ever longed for a back rub all alone in your bathtub
Need your glass of wine topped off but you'd have to get out and dry off aw
You shouldn't have to you shouldn't have to
Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true
A girl like you can do anything but anything you don't wanna do
Like wash your own car or bait your own hook
Get all made up wonder how you look
Make your own breakfast make the first move
Feel like you ain't being listened to
Kill your own spiders change your flat tire
Stoke your own fire mow your own grass
Pump your own gas ever feel pain
Wish you had a ring on your hand feel like anything less
Than the best lookin' thing this town's ever seen
Have a dress you'd love to wear but you gotta wait
Cause there ain't nobody there to help you zip the thing
You shouldn't have to you shouldn't have to
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
I been waiting all week for Saturday night
Now I'm picking my baby up
She's pretty as a peach and sweeter than a cheek
Full of cherry Skoal long cut
Ooh ooh man alive can't wait till it gets dark
We're gonna take this four wheel drive and put it into four wheel park
I'm pulling in her drive she's waiting outside
Just standing on her front porch
Good Lord she's taken them tight blue jeans
And cut 'em off into jorts
Ooh ooh man alive be still my beating heart
I'm about to take this four wheel drive and slam it into four wheel park
There's a holler I know down an old dirt road where we can be all alone
Gonna back it on in turn the headlights off and see if I can turn her on
Now the mood's just right in the dashboard light
We're steaming up my windows
While her favorite singer's singing her favorite song on the radio
Let's get a little mud on the tires
I got the defrost on and the steam's about gone
And we're heading down Highway 10
Lord have mercy she's a getting all flirty
And kissing my neck again
Ooh ooh man alive she's about to hit restart
I'm about to put this four wheel drive right back into four wheel park
I'm about to take this four wheel drive and slam it into four wheel park
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
Page three of the County Tribune
There's a story about the fair and a picture of you
In black and white blue ribbon best in show
Already know what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture tracks you down
And the next thing you know
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
And you outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
There ain't another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble girl
Is that you'd have to go
And blow your cover girl
Before long the secret's out
And there's paparazzi outside your house
And peace and quiet and going out
That's a thing of the past
Red carpet you're lookin' hot
And I think I am too but I guess I'm not
Cause it's hey hillbilly get outta the shot
As the cameras flash
As they put you on the cover girl
And you outshine them other girls
And everybody will discover girl
What I already know
Nah there ain't another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble girl
Is that you'd have to go
And blow your cover girl
They're gonna put you on the cover girl
And them other girls
Will discover girl
What I already I already know
There ain't another girl
Anywhere in the whole world
As pretty as you
The only trouble girl
Is that you'd have to go
And blow your cover girl
**********
© Middlefork Music, ASCAP
with Emmylou Harris
Well he traded in his dumb old Ford
For a new smart car with an extension cord
Now he's saving gas and got a cheaper note
But he's got no way to haul his boat
It's the little things we take for granted
When we sacrifice to save the planet
The darndest thing I've ever seen
That old redneck has done gone green
Down the road old man McGower
You know he runs his house on the solar power
Now his lights are bright and the music plays
Sort of dark and quiet on the cloudy days
It's the little things we take for granted...
The life we knew is coming to a halt
Sad but true and it's our own fault
We put our own crimson necks right in the noose
We got strung out on that black dinosaur juice
Not long ago someone told me
To quit using paper stop killing trees
She said soon there won't be no more books
I swear to God on a stack of nooks
It's the little things we take for granted...
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
But why some say the moon
Why choose this as our goal
And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain
Why 35 years ago fly the Atlantic
Why does Rice play Texas
We choose to go to the moon
We choose to go to the moon and do the other things
Not because they are easy but because they are hard
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
How do we honor those who have fallen
And died for this dream I'm sure of one thing
It's not with gridlock or bickering
We're the children of explorers we came here from every corner
The adventurers that settled this land
Lead the world fought tyranny touched the stars brought liberty
Let's do that again
Tonight I dare you to dream go on believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
I mean after all there's an American flag on the moon
Outside the other night you should've seen the moonlight
It was enough to make you squint your eyes
So my five year old had learned about the lunar landing and he walked out
And started staring at the sky
Stood there for a while
Got a great big smile and said Dad I think I can see it can you
I bowed my head closed my eyes and said
Yeah son I think I do
Tonight I dare you to dream go on believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all there's an American flag on the moon
Oh in two hundred years think about all we've done so far
I don't see any reason why tomorrow can't be ours
Tonight I dare you to dream go on believe impossible things
Whenever anybody says there's anything we can't do
Cause after all after all there's an American flag on the moon
(On the moon)
**********
© House Of Sea Gayle Music, ASCAP
We work in the factories and the fields
Assembly lines the coal mines and the steel mills
That's what we do but there's more to us than that
If you wanna know who we are it's on the logos of our caps
We're Mountaineers we're Volunteers
We're the Tide that rolls we're Seminoles
We're a herd of Longhorn steer we drive Ford and Chevrolet
Cheer 24 and 88 we crank up our music Friday nights
On two thousand country stations
Yeah we're one big country nation that's right
We might fix your water pump or your AC
Bring your apple pie and fill your glass of tea
We'll take that FedEx package to your door
But underneath that apron or that uniform
We're Wildcats we're Wolverines we're Tigers Buckeyes Bruins
Bulldogs Hogs and Hurricanes we pray before we race
Cheer 14 and 48 and we drink ice-cold beer on Friday nights
Yeah we're one big country nation that's right
We're all across the map down city streets and old dirt roads
We're the fabric of this nation and we're a nation all our own
We're Mountaineers we're Volunteers
Blue Devils Heels and Rebels fighting Irish and Cavaliers
We soup up our Chevrolets
Cheer 24 and 88 we crank up the same songs Friday night
On two thousand country stations
Yeah we're one big country nation that's right
**********
© Hallnote Music, BMI
I knew a man that once was a sinner
I knew a man that once was a drunk
I knew a man that once was a loser
He went out in the woods and made an altar out of a stump
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
We can't afford no fancy preaching
We can't afford no fancy church
We can't afford no fancy singing
But don't you know God's got a lot of good people out doing his work
And me and Jesus got our own thing going
Me and Jesus got it all worked out
Me and Jesus got our own thing going
And we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about
Me and Jesus got our own thing going...
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