Chris Young - Famous Friends Lyrics
Raised on Country
Got a little southern drawl in my talk
Little pickup truck on my highway
Got a little boot stomp in my walk
Little neon light in my Friday
Got some Tennessee in my whiskey
Raise a cup up if you with me
I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie
Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie
Daddy did too, it's family tradition
If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen
My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing
And I gotta give props to the radio
'Cause if you know me, I was raised on country
It's the only reason that I survived
Every breakup and every party
It's the soundtrack to my life
It runs deep in my DNA
I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie
Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie
Daddy did too, it's family tradition
If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen
My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing
And I gotta give props to the radio
'Cause if you know me, I was raised on country
I was raised on country
(Raised on country music)
Learned a lot about living and a little 'bout love
(Raised on country music)
And you know that's something I'm so proud of
I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie
Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie
Daddy did too, it's family tradition
If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen
My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing
And I gotta give props to the radio
'Cause if you know me, I was raised on country
(Raised on country music)
Yeah, I was raised on country
(Raised on country music)
I was raised on country
(Raised on country music)
Writer: Cary Ryan Barlowe, Christopher Alan Young, Corey Justin Crowder
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Famous Friends
My buddy Brandon holds a record
For single season touchdown throws
And good old Johnny, he's the life of every party
It's like Cheers, they know him everywhere he goes
I've got some famous friends you've probably never heard of
But back in Rutherford County our crowd is second to none
You might not know 'em here in this big city we're in
But when I go back home I've got some famous friends
Yeah, I do
Mmhmm
My buddy Jason, he's the sheriff
He'll flash his lights but let me go
My boy Randy, he's a preacher
My girl Megan, she's been Teacher of the Year
I swear for five years in a row
I've got some famous friends you've probably never heard of
But back in Hamilton County our crowd is second to none
You might not know 'em here in this big city we're in
But when I go back home I've got some famous friends
Yeah, I do, ooh
I got friends in high places on these small-town roads
'Cause 'round here it's all about the people that you know
And I've got some famous friends you've probably never heard of
But back in Davidson County our crowd is second to none
You might not know 'em here in this big city we're in
But when I go back home I've got some famous friends
Yeah, I do, ooh
Yeah, I do
Might not know 'em here in this big city we're in
But when I go back home I got some famous friends, yeah
I've got some famous friends (I've got some famous friends)
Yeah
Writer: CARY BARLOWE, CHRIS YOUNG, COREY CROWDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Town Aint Big Enough
We used to be the king and the queen
Of bringing life to a party
When you were there with me
I'd buy the drinks
You'd play the songs and be singin' along a little off-key
And just blame the whiskey
But now I wish that we could draw a line through the city
'Cause seein' those two blue eyes so pretty
Messes me up like it always does
This town ain't big enough
Your friends and mine
Run into each other all the time
Seems like there ain't no place to run
This town ain't big enough for both of us
Now I go out and I pray the whole time
That I won't see you smiling across the room and miss you
But it never fails, I always do
Wish that we could draw a line through the city
'Cause seein' those two blue eyes so pretty
Messes me up like it always does
This town ain't big enough
Your friends and mine
Run into each other all the time
Seems like there ain't no place to run
This town ain't big enough for both of us
This town ain't big enough
I wish that we could draw a line through the city
'Cause seein' those two blues eyes so pretty messes me up
Your friends and mine
Run into each other all the time
Seems like there ain't no place to run
This town ain't big enough for both of us
This town ain't big enough (this town ain't big enough)
Ain't big enough for both of us
Writer: Cary Ryan Barlowe, Christopher Alan Young, Corey Justin Crowder, Shay Mooney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Drowning
Still got your number in my phone.
And even though you don't know I listen
I still call and wait 'til the tone
Just to hear you saying, "Leave a message."
Since you've been gone I've had to find
Different ways to grieve.
There's days that I don't even want it on my mind,
But tonight I'm weak.
So, I'm gonna pull out pictures, ones with you in 'em,
Laugh and cry a little while reminiscing
By myself.
I can't help
That all I think about is
How you were taken way too soon.
It ain't the same here without you.
I gotta say, missin' you comes in waves,
And tonight I'm drowning.
Yeah, I know you're in a better place,
And one day I'll see you again,
But it's killing me we can't be face to face.
I miss my best friend.
So, tonight I'm gonna pull out pictures, ones with you in 'em,
Laugh and cry a little while reminiscing
By myself.
I can't help
That all I think about is
How you were taken way too soon.
It ain't the same here without you.
I gotta say, missin' you comes in waves,
And tonight I'm drowning.
Yeah, tonight I'm drowning.
I know it's a part of life,
But I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
So, tonight I'm gonna pull out pictures, ones with you in 'em,
Laugh and cry a little while reminiscing
By myself.
I can't help
That all I think about is
How you were taken way too soon.
It ain't the same here without you.
I gotta say, missin' you comes in waves,
And tonight I'm drowning.
Yeah, tonight I'm drowning.
Writer: Chris Young, Corey Justin Crowder, Josh Hoge
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rescue Me
Girl, I could be your Superman
Yeah, I could leap them tall, tall buildings for ya
Save the day like no one can
If you'd let me
I could stop a train in its tracks
Put the world on my back
In case you didn't see
Here go your hero
If you'd let me
But tell me, who is gonna rescue me?
'Cause it sure feels like kryptonite
How you got me on one knee
With my hand out beggin' for mercy
What's a happy ending if I can't get the girl?
What's it matter if I save the world?
If you don't promise me
Before you take this ring
And rescue me
(Rescue, rescue)
(Rescue, rescue)
Never thought I'd feel this way
Always thought that love was a villain, baby
But ever since you came around it's different
Those kisses are leaving me defenseless
Who is gonna rescue me?
'Cause it sure feels like kryptonite
How you got me on one knee
With my hand out beggin' for mercy
What's a happy ending if I can't get the girl?
What's it matter if I save the world?
If you don't promise me
Before you take this ring
And rescue me
(Rescue, rescue)
(Rescue, rescue)
Um, baby, rescue me (rescue, rescue)
(Rescue, rescue)
Stop a train in its tracks
Put the world on my back
Here go your hero
Here go your hero
But who is gonna rescue me?
'Cause it sure feels like kryptonite
How you got me on one knee
With my hand out beggin' for mercy
Yeah, what's a happy ending if I can't get the girl?
What's it matter if I save the world?
If you don't promise me
Before you take this ring
And rescue me
(Rescue, rescue)
(Rescue, rescue) mm
Yeah baby, rescue me, oh (rescue, rescue)
(Rescue, rescue)
Writer: Chris Young, Christian Davis, Josh Hoge, Mark L. Holman, Matthew Mcginn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Break Like You Do
I see you're doing well
Well, I'm not
Got someone new in your life
Well, I don't
I've been busy wantin' you back
And you've been busy movin' on way too fast
Guess my heart's takin' the long way out
It don't even know what to do
And seein' you with him tonight
I guess I don't break like you
I don't drink like you do, I can't just have one
'Cause I'm still drinkin' 'bout us, so I'll probably get drunk
Wish I could laugh and dance on a Saturday night
Like you do, like goodbye ain't even crossin' your mind
Maybe you're just good at gettin' gone
Or I'm just really bad at movin' on?
I'm still in love, girl, it's true
What can I say?
I hate that I don't break like you do
I wish I could just smile, say hello
Show you I'm doing fine, but I won't
'Cause I can't fake it through
Damnit, I don't break like you
I don't drink like you do, I can't just have one
'Cause I'm still drinkin' 'bout us, so I'll probably get drunk
Wish I could laugh and dance on a Saturday night
Like you do, like goodbye ain't even crossin' your mind
Maybe you're just good at gettin' gone
Or I'm just really bad at movin' on?
I'm still in love, girl, it's true
What can I say?
I hate that I don't break like you do, oh
I don't drink like you do, I can't just have one
So, I'll just sit right here, keep drinkin' 'bout us
I wish I could laugh, wish I could dance
But, baby, I just can't
I don't drink like you do, I can't just have one
'Cause I'm still drinkin' 'bout us, so I'll probably get drunk
Wish I could laugh and dance on a Saturday night
Like you do, like goodbye ain't even crossin' your mind
Maybe you're just good at gettin' gone
Or I'm just really bad at movin' on?
I'm still in love, girl, it's true
What can I say?
I hate that I don't break like you do
I hate that I don't break like you do
Writer: Anthony Smith, Chris Destefano, Chris Young, Matt Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
At the End of a Bar
You can find your future
Or run into your past
You can look for answers
At the bottom of a glass
You can make a best friend
And never know their name
Buy 'em shots of tequila then forget why you came
There's a million things that you can find
Bartender conversation or a pair of blue eyes, yeah
Your true love or next broken heart
Maybe a party crowd on a Friday night
Long necks, long lines and neon signs, hell
Sometimes that's where it all starts
At the end of a bar
You can hear a cover band
Playing 90's songs
Become a brand new man
To 'Time Marches On'
Time marches on
There's a million things that you can find
Bartender conversation or a pair of blue eyes, yeah
Your true love or next broken heart
Maybe a party crowd on a Friday night
Long necks, long lines and neon signs, hell
Sometimes that's where it all starts
At the end of a bar
Oh yeah, yeah, ooh
There's a million things that you can find
Bartender conversation or a pair of blue eyes, yeah
Your true love or next broken heart (heart was broken)
Maybe a party crowd on a Friday night (on a Friday night)
Long necks, long lines and neon signs, hell (neon signs)
Sometimes that's where it all starts (where it all starts, yeah)
At the end of a bar
Oh-oh
The end, at the end of a, at the end of a
At the end of a bar (at the end of a bar)
At the end of a, at the end of a (oh, you know that's right where it starts)
At the end of a bar
You can tell find your future
Or run into your past
You can look for answers
At the bottom of a glass
Writer: Christopher Alan Young, Christopher Michael De Stefano, Mitchell Tenpenny
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Looks Good on You
First time I saw you sitting all alone at the bar
In that simple sundress, you can bet you were breaking some hearts
But since we got together I've watched
And you've taken it up one more notch
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
Don't you know everyone stops and they watch how you shine when you walk in a room
When you smile with no makeup first thing when you wake up
You look like an angel, it's true
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
There's a look in your eyes that I swear hadn't been there before
And you're wearing my t-shirt just like it was meant to be yours
So, baby, put your hand in mine
And let me love you the rest of our lives
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
Don't you know everyone stops and they watch how you shine when you walk in a room
When you smile with no makeup, first thing when you wake up
You look like an angel, it's true
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
It looks so good on you
And just like a bottle of wine
It only gets better with time
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
Don't you know everyone stops and they watch how you shine when you walk in a room?
When you smile with no makeup, first thing when you wake up
You look like an angel, it's true
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
Yeah, baby, love looks good on you
Baby, love looks good on you
Writer: Christopher Michael Destefano, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Christopher Alan Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
One of Them Nights
Small town, sundown
Words done got around
Somethin' goin' down around here
Left at the stop sign
Just past the county line
Bring it on, bring your own beer
Back in the backwoods
Got a couple real good
Jars of Mountain Dew
There's an old dirt road
Where the good times grow
And I don't know about you
But it feels like one of them nights
It's finally Friday, gonna get right
Hay field lookin' like a runway
Blow them speakers on some country
Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, y'all
No closing time, don't need a last call
The man in the moon's gonna leave on the lights
Drop it into four-wheel, feels like one of them nights
Barbed wire, mud tire
Throw a pallet on the fire
We've been waitin' all week
Shoes on the floorboard
Creek bank, dance floor
Sounds like a party to me
Ah yeah, it feels like one of them nights
It's finally Friday, gonna get right
Hay field lookin' like a runway
Blow them speakers on some country
Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, y'all
No closin' time, don't need a last call
The man in the moon's gonna leave on the lights
Drop it into four-wheel, feels like one of them nights
(Yeah, it feels like one of them nights)
Ain't no guest list
Ain't gonna miss this
One we'll be talkin' about
But it feels like one of them nights
It's finally Friday, gonna get right
Hay field lookin' like a runway
Blow them speakers on some country
Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout, y'all
No closin' time, don't need a last call
The man in the moon's gonna leave on the lights
Drop it into four-wheel, feels like one of them nights
Yeah, it feels like one of them nights
Yeah, it feels like one of them
Small town, sundown
Words done got around
Somethin' goin' down around here
Writer: Chris Young, Christopher Michael Destefano, Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
When Youre Drinking
We've been down this road before
How many times am I gonna have to close that door?
When you've had wine, and you're lonely
Why is that the only time you ever want me?
You can call me an ex, when you hang out with your friends
You can call me on a Sunday, just to ask me how I've been
You can call me almost anytime, 'cept when you're under neon lights
'Cause you say you love me, and we know you don't mean it
So just don't call me when you're drinking
Just don't call me when you're drinking
'Cause I'll pick up and you'll Uber here
We'll do what we always do and you'll disappear
Then I'll wake up, still holding on
To something that I'll only have, 'til you're sober and you're gone
You can call me an ex, when you hang out with your friends
You can call me on a Sunday just to ask me how I've been
You can call me almost anytime, 'cept when you're under neon lights
'Cause you say you love me, and we know you don't mean it
So just don't call me when you're drinking
'Cause I'll start thinking, that this time you really need me
My heart just won't learn the lesson, that you're always gonna leave me
You can call me an ex, when you hang out with your friends
You can call me on a Sunday just to ask me how I've been
You can call me almost anytime, 'cept when you're under neon lights
'Cause you say you love me, and we know you don't mean it
So just don't call me when you're drinking
Just don't call me when you're drinking
Writer: Anthony Smith, Chris Destefano, Chris Young, Matt Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cross Every Line
If I was a quarterback and you were the cheerleader
And I was on the field and you were cryin' by the bleachers
Fourth quarter, fourth down, I wouldn't think twice
I'd take my helmet off, run to you right on the sidelines
If you were captured, baby, I would be relentless
I'd declare it war and run right out them trenches
Yeah, you'd hear my battle cry
I'd let the bullets fly
Wouldn't be an enemy let behind the enemy line
I'd cross every line in the world for you
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Nowhere I wouldn't go, nothin' I wouldn't do
I'd cross every line in the world for you
There'll be people in your life tellin' you that you can't
Be who you wanna be, drawin' lines in the sand
But I promise you now, I ain't that someone
When it comes to you, girl, I ain't ever gonna draw one
I'd cross every line in the world for you
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Nowhere I wouldn't go, nothin' I wouldn't do
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Cross my heart and hope to die
Baby, I wouldn't even break it
I'd cross every line in the world for you
If life's a race, I'm gonna go the distance
If at the end of it, there's a yellow ribbon
I'll just keep on lovin' you, there ain't no quittin'
Just 'cause I reached the finish line don't mean I'm finished
No, it don't mean I'm finished
I'd cross every line in the world for you
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Nowhere I wouldn't go, nothin' I wouldn't do
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Cross my heart and hope to die
Baby, I wouldn't even break it
I'd cross every line in the world for you
Writer: David Arthur Garcia, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Spirit Music Group
Hold My Beer Watch This
Small town dive, Friday night
Never runs out of those cold Bud Lights
Girl walks in, we all stare
Damn near knocks me off of my chair
Green eyes, kick it in another gear
Reeling in every single guy in here
Ain't gonna wait my turn
I'm gonna make the first move, first
Hold my beer and watch this
Just one shot, I won't miss
By the next song we'll be out there on the dance floor
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Something's going down here tonight
So, I'm gonna take me one more sip then it's
Hold my beer and watch this
Later that night a guy walks up
Hitting on her and he's halfway drunk
He says, "Let's dance"
She says, "No, thanks"
He spits off a four-letter name
Now he's got me mad
Nobody talks to a woman like that
Hold my beer and watch this
Just one shot, I won't miss
Just one hit and he'll be laid out on the dance floor
Ain't no doubt in my mind
Something's going down here tonight
So, I'm gonna take me one more sip, then it's
Hold my beer and watch this
Hold my beer and watch this
Just one shot, I won't miss
We got everybody out here on the dance floor
Ain't no doubt in my mind
Something's going down here tonight
So, I'm gonna take me one more sip then it's
Hold my beer and watch this
Yeah, hold my beer and watch this
Writer: Christopher Alan Young, Corey Crowder, Cary Barlowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Best Seat in the House
I only had fifty-four bucks
To buy tickets for the both of us
To that show we've been talking 'bout going to for a while
But I had to make you smile, so
I bought what I could afford
Just enough left over for a couple of Coors
And sure we're two rows from the back
But when you look at me like that
I'm feeling front row center
The band sounds killer
With you singing harmony
I wouldn't trade my place to be on that stage
If you weren't there next to me
'Cause those lights ain't got anything on you
I'm locked in on everything you do
Girl, listen from where I'm sitting, no doubt
I got the best seat in the house
Don't even know what song they're on
'Cause I've been over here staring at you so long
Dancing and singing with your hair tucked behind your ear
It's never been so clear
Section three hundred thirty-three is
The only place I wanna be
Yeah, I'm feeling front row center
The band sounds killer
With you singing harmony
I wouldn't trade my place to be on that stage
If you weren't there next to me
'Cause those lights ain't got anything on you
I'm locked in on everything you do
Girl, listen from where I'm sitting, no doubt
I got the best seat in the house
Yeah, I got the best seat in the house
I'm feeling front row center
The band sounds killer
With you singing harmony
I wouldn't trade my place to be on that stage
If you weren't there next to me
'Cause those lights ain't got anything on you
I'm locked in on everything you do
Girl, listen from where I'm sitting, no doubt
I got the best seat in the house (front row center, band sounds killer)
I got the best seat in the house (with you singing harmony)
(I wouldn't trade my place to be on that stage)
(If you weren't there next to me)
Writer: Christopher Alan Young, Corey Justin Crowder, Sarah Buxton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tonight Were Dancing
I don't wanna hit the same spot
The same restaurant
We've been to a million times before
Wanna do something different
Remember when we met
And I pulled you out onto a hardwood floor?
I wanna make you feel that way again
So, tonight we're dancin'
Barefoot in the kitchen
Spinnin' along to a George Strait song, "You Look So Good In Love"
And when it's just us
All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long
Heart-to-heart, hand-in-hand
So, tonight we're dancin'
I just wanna turn down the lights
Lose track of time
Steal a few kisses, then steal a few more
Hell, I don't even know how long it's been
So, tonight we're dancin'
Barefoot in the kitchen
Spinnin' along to a George Strait song, "You Look So Good In Love"
And when it's just us
All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long
Heart-to-heart, hand-in-hand
So, tonight we're dancin'
Yeah, tonight we're dancin'
I wanna make you feel that way again
So, tonight we're dancin'
Barefoot in the kitchen
Spinnin' along to a George Strait song, "You Look So Good In Love"
And when it's just us
All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long
Heart-to-heart, hand-in-hand
Just turnin' in circles again and again
So, tonight we're dancin'
Girl, tonight we're dancin'
Writer: Chris Young, Josh Gleeve, Josh Michael Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.