Canaan Smith - Bronco Lyrics
Good Kinda Bad
Cross around your neck but the way that you're dancin'
Girl, its flirtin' with the dirty side
Bet that cotton dress is hidin' a tattoo
That you're wantin' somebody to find
Bought you a shot of whiskey
I thought you'd be sippin' it
When I turned around you'd already finished it, finished it
You're the good, you're the good
You're the good kinda bad
You're the best shot of trouble I ever had
Got a mile wide wild side, a beautiful crazy
Wherever you wanna take me
I'm in for a ride on the dangerous side
I'm ready for the devil in that angel smile
I can see you being the fix I gotta have
'cause girl, you're the good kinda bad
Keep every boy in town wrapped around your finger
But there ain't no diamond ring
You kind of like the thought of forever
But you love that freedom thing
Strap fallin' off your shoulder
Love the way you just leave it there
I move in just a little closer
Think I'll take that dare
You're the good, you're the good
You're the good kinda bad
You're the best shot of trouble I ever had
Got a mile wide wild side, a beautiful crazy
Wherever you wanna take me
I'm in for a ride on the dangerous side
I'm ready for the devil in that angel smile
I can see you being the fix I gotta have
'cause girl, you're the good kinda bad
You're a little lemonade and a lotta Jack Daniels
I want all I can handle
You're the good, you're the good
You're the good kinda bad
You're the best shot of trouble I ever had
Got a mile wide wild side, a beautiful crazy
Wherever you wanna take me
I'm in for a ride on the dangerous side
I'm ready for the devil in that angel smile
I can see you being the fix I gotta have
'cause girl, you're the good kinda bad
You're the good, you're the good kinda bad
You're the good, you're the good kinda bad
You're the good, you're the good kinda bad
The good kinda bad
You're the good, you're the good kinda bad
You're the good, you're the good kinda bad
Writer: CASEY BEATHARD, BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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Stompin Grounds
Walking around this place, don't look the same
But some footprints you just can't erase
Even if they go and pave my dirt memory lane, yeah
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins
That's right
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama "sweet home" on the stereo
We were big small town, so damn proud, livin' loud
Gettin' down, rollin' round
Wearin' the heels of our boots out
On these stompin' grounds
That's where I ran the ball, hell, I almost scored
But there were seven too little on the scoreboard
But we partied like second place was gold
Yeah, we did
And that's where little Jimmy got to fighting with Chris
Caught Amy kissin' on him and, aw, he was pissed
I jumped in, saved the day, at least that's the way my
Story's told
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama "sweet home" on the stereo
We were big small town, so damn proud, livin' loud
Gettin' down, rollin' round
Wearin' the heels of our boots out
On these stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll call up that ol' gal from the Chevy
See if she's still around and not goin' steady
If she hasn't changed her name by now
Mayne we can settle down, start a future
Back in our stompin' grounds
Back in our stompin' grounds
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama "sweet home" on the stereo
We were big small town, so damn proud, livin' loud
Gettin' down, rollin' round
Wearin' the heels of our boots out
On these stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah
My stompin' grounds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: JAREN JOHNSTON, LINDSAY JACK RIMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Love You Like That
Hey girl, I'm just a small town run around
I get my kicks out on the outskirts of town
I could never do it like a pretty city boy
I'm more a fishin' in the dark nitty gritty boy
So lay back and let me paint you a picture
The way I wanna kiss you is
[Chorus:]
Slow as the Mississippi
Strong as a fifth of whiskey
Steady as a Tom Petty track
I wanna love, wanna love you like that
Deeper than a sunset sky
Sweeter than muscadine wine
All night 'til the sun comes back
I wanna love, wanna love, wanna love you like that
When I'm with you I can see down the road girl
Not just the gravel one we're travelin' on girl
And I'm bettin' that it's gonna be a wild ride
But I promise that I'm gonna be there by your side
I think we got another memory in the makin'
So baby let's take it, take it
[Chorus]
I ain't gonna do it like a pretty city boy
I'm a fishin' in the dark nitty gritty boy
So let me love you
[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna love, wanna love, wanna love you like that
Writer: BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN LEE SMITH, JIM BEAVERS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Hole In A Bottle
Got a hole in my boots
So I gotta watch where I spit
Every time I chew
Got a hole in my boots
Got a hole in my jeans
Been working so hard
They're about to fall apart
At the seams
I got a hole in my jeans
It's a Friday night
And I'm out on the town
Man you know you're gonna
Find me somewhere
There's a hole in a bottle
Tonight I'm probably in it
Taking all my worries
Gonna bury 'em down
There's a hole in a bottle
Just hit me bartender
Gonna sink to the bottom
And drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
There's a hole in the wall
Where the neon lights
Shine bright as a disco ball
That's my hole in the wall
Well I got a hole in my heart
I can slide right up to some
Pretty little thing at the bar
Pass that hole in my heart
You can pop a top
You can twist that lid
Doesn't really matter
Just as long as you get
That hole in a bottle
Tonight I'm probably in it
Taking all my worries
Gonna bury 'em down
That hole in a bottle
Just hit me bartender
Gonna sink to the bottom
And drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
I don't care if it's from Tennessee
Kentucky or Denver, Colorado
Make it from wheat, make it from corn
I don't really care
Just make it pour
From that hole in a bottle
Tonight I'm probably in it
Taking all my worries
Gonna bury 'em down
In that hole in a bottle
Just hit me bartender
Gonna sink to the bottom
And drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
Gonna drink my way out
Writer: BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN LEE SMITH, DAN COUCH
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS FROM THE COUCH, BMG Rights Management
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Stuck
I remember how you stuck your hand in mine
where we were on the boardwalk
When I stuck that five in a jar
for the tikibar band to play
Gettin' stuck with you in that photo booth
we stuck that picture in a bottle
I bet it's probably still floatin' down there in the Chesapeake bay
yeah that's a hell of a memory we made
Cuz you're still stuck in my head like the song they played
that night when the cool Virginia beach rain
Soaked us both down to the bone, yeah, but we just kept on dancin'
Your shirt stuck to your skin, I was stuck to you
All night long baby, barely kept my cool cause I never wanted anybody else that much
That's where I'm still stuck, stuck stuck stuck stuck
Yeah, that's where I'm still Stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
Stuck your bag in that taxi cab
when that week was all over
My heart stuck in my throat
when you got inside and left
I stood there tasting that last kiss
you stuck your hand out the window
And gave me that little goodbye wave
and no I never will forget, girl I still wonder if
I'm still stuck in your head like that song they played
that night when the cool Virginia beach rain
Soaked us both down to the bone, yeah, but we just kept on dancin'
Your shirt stuck to your skin, I was stuck to you
All night long baby, barely kept my cool cause I never wanted anybody else that much
That's where I'm still stuck,
Yeah, you're still stuck in my head like the song they played
that night when the cool Virginia beach rain
Soaked us both down to the bone, yeah, but we just kept on dancin'
Your shirt stuck to your skin, I was stuck to you
All night long baby, barely kept my cool cause I never wanted anybody else that much
That's where I'm still Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Yes I am girl, that's where I'm still Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Right where you left me baby. Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
That's where I'm still Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Writer: NATHAN CHAPMAN, CAITLYN SMITH, LIZ MACE, MEGAN MACE
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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One Of Those
You know that ball cap, blue jeans
White tee, average joe
I'm one of those
Beer slammer, all dammer
Gear jammer in a cloud of smoke
Yeah, I'm one of those
Raised on the Bible
But there's some devil in my bones
Oh, love it or hate it
I'm one of those
If that's what you're looking for
Baby, you found it
Straight down the middle
Ain't no way around it
If you want the kind of man
Who ain't never gonna let you go
Baby, I'm one of those
Record turnin', candle burnin'
Make it worth it when the lights get low
You know I'm one of those
Remind you you're the most beautiful
Unusual piece of heaven I've ever known
Any man would feel lucky just to hold you darlin'
I'm one of those
If that's what you're looking for
Baby, you found it
Straight down the middle
Ain't no way around it
If you want the kind of man
Who ain't never gonna let you go
Baby, I'm one of those
Little rough around the edges
But if you let me, I can love you good and slow
Don't look any further baby
'cause I'm one of those
If that's what you're looking for
Baby, you found it
Straight down the middle
Ain't no way around it
If you want the kind of man
Who ain't never gonna let you go
Baby, I'm one of those
Yes, I am, I'm one of those
I'm one of those
Writer: JASON MIZELLE, ASH BOWERS, J P WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION, BMG Rights Management
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Mad Love
Hey girl, I'm just a small town run around
I get my kicks out on the outskirts of town
I could never do it like a pretty city boy
I'm more a fishin' in the dark nitty gritty boy
So lay back and let me paint you a picture
The way I wanna kiss you is
[Chorus:]
Slow as the Mississippi
Strong as a fifth of whiskey
Steady as a Tom Petty track
I wanna love, wanna love you like that
Deeper than a sunset sky
Sweeter than muscadine wine
All night 'til the sun comes back
I wanna love, wanna love, wanna love you like that
When I'm with you I can see down the road girl
Not just the gravel one we're travelin' on girl
And I'm bettin' that it's gonna be a wild ride
But I promise that I'm gonna be there by your side
I think we got another memory in the makin'
So baby let's take it, take it
[Chorus]
I ain't gonna do it like a pretty city boy
I'm a fishin' in the dark nitty gritty boy
So let me love you
[Chorus]
Baby, I wanna love, wanna love, wanna love you like that
Writer: AARON GOODVIN, BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN LEE SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Love At First
I don't know how I didn't see it coming
It was too good to be true
I thought she was something that she wasn't
Ah, whatcha gonna do
It was love at first sight, love at first sip
Love at first word, rolling off her lips
Love at first chance at dancing real close with the lights down low
It was love at fist, aw, love at first, yeah
Love at first, baby, let your hair down
Love at first whisper, honey, don't ever let me go
It was love at first and now it hurts
It was love at first and now it hurts
I saw her the other day as she was walking
Another guy by her side
I wish I went on up and started talking
And gave him some good advice
It was love at first sight, love at first sip
Love at first word, rolling off her lips
Love at first chance at dancing real close with the lights down low
It was love at fist, aw, love at first, yeah
Love at first, baby, let your hair down
Love at first whisper, honey, don't ever let me go
It was love at first and now it hurts
It was love at first and now it hurts
Someday maybe she'll get what she deserves
What goes around comes around
She'll be crazy, singing these crazy words
Kinda like I am now
It was love at first sight, love at first sip
Love at first word, rolling off her lips
Love at first chance at dancing real close with the lights down low
It was love at fist, aw, love at first, yeah
Love at first, baby, let your hair down
Love at first whisper, honey, don't ever let me go
It was love at first and now it hurts
It was love at first and now it hurts
It was love at first and now it hurts
It was love at first and now it hurts
Writer: JAREN JOHNSTON, ANDREW DORFF, JIMMY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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American Muscle
White knuckles on a hammer, out swingin' in the sun, I've been there
On a tractor in the summer, sweat rollin' down the back of that shirt
You work your ass off for a dollar, puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar
Hoe-in the row y'all, till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with America muscle
Gimme some blacktop so I can spread them wing on the hood of that Trans Am
And a sweet thing ridin' shottie, that's why God made the open road
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Grippin' the wheel with some white in your knuckles and ridin' around in American muscle
Yeah, we make it, we spend it, we love it, we live it we see what we want, we go get it
Hey Mr. Fender, thanks for the memories, you set the world on fire with six strings
We got 'em plugged in, we got 'em turned up, from garages to the Madison Square
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Gimme some Stevie, some Double Trouble, rockin' the house with American muscle
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with American muscle
American muscle
Writer: RYAN TYNDELL, DAN COUCH, BRETT BEAVERS, CANAAN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
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Two Lane Road
I know you're fighting with your mama
I know you're sick of that drama
Yeah, I could pick you up
In a pickup truck, Baby
If you wanna
I got some room in the front seat
Some good tunes with a backbeat
Yeah I know a place girl
Where the troubles of the world
Won't ever find you and me
So let's go
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
We'll need some down south moonlight
With that West Coast Red wine
Yeah, we'll kick it on the hood
Til we're feeling good
Then maybe cross a few tanlines
So let's go
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Hey girl
When things get a little bit heavy
Get loaded all up in my Chevy
And let it go all out the window
Just say the word and I'm ready
I got an F on the gas gauge
We can take it where the cattle graze
Baby I'm gonna put a smile
Back on your face
Let's go
Out where the river runs deep
And the Sycamores grow
Nobody gotta know
If you wanna go crazy
Baby, let's go
To far down a two lane road
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
To far down a two lane road
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Ro-oo-oo-oad
Oh, take it to far with ya baby
Yeah, oo-oo-oo-oo-oh
Writer: MARV GREEN, CANAAN LEE SMITH, BRETT BEAVERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Walt Disney Music Company, BMG Rights Management
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Bronco
Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age and
Even more to get it running and shinning like you did
It was two tone tar heel blue and white
Couple kinwood speakers tuned just right
Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy,
Shotgun girlfriend primed.
Just some teenage no fear,
Half bald good years that still turned on a dime
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you
And me I still see you backing out in reverse
The headlights bright behind your hurst
If I only could fix things like someone I once knew
I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain
All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was a hell of a ride
It was a hell of a ride
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride
It was small town high hopes
Why it ended there only heaven knows
A brother a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was a hell of a ride
Takes a lifetime of prayers on bend and knee
To try to come to peace with your memory
Writer: CANAAN LEE SMITH, SCOOTER CARUSOE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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