I thought by now I'd have it figured out
How not to make the easy thing so hard to do
I bet that I'd be further down this road
If I could read the signs that point me to the truth
I never planned on being nothin' but a cowboy
But somewhere I picked up this old guitar
Girl, all I can say is that I'm sorry
If I get kind of careless with your heart
All the headlights
All the midnights
Chasing all that empty, still ain't got it right
All the crazy
All the gypsy
Well, I guess all I'm sayin' is forgive me
If I don't know what I'm doing
I'm still learnin' to be human
So far I've been good at burning bridges
Strike a match and ride right out of town
Bless your heart for never trying to fix me
Or quit me, or slow me down
All the headlights
All the midnights
Chasing all that empty, still ain't got it right
All the crazy
All the gypsy
Well, I guess all I'm sayin' is forgive me
If I don't know what I'm doing
I'm still learnin' to be human
All the highways
Playin' outlaw
Rollin' outta nowhere with the breaks off
All the crazy
And the whiskey
Wakin' up and wonderin' what hit me
Whoa, forgive me, I really don't know what I'm doing
'Cause I'm still learning to be human
Mm, still learning to be human
Cody Johnson - Human The Double Album Lyrics
Cody Johnson - Human The Double Lyrics
- Human
- Honky Tonk Hardwood Floors
- Sad Songs and Waltzes w/ Willie Nelson
- Til You Can't
- God Bless the Boy (Coris Song)
- Known for Loving You
- Driveway
- Son of a Ramblin Man
- I Always Wanted To
- I Dont Know a Thing About Love
- Longer Than She Did
- Made a Home
- Lets Build a Fire
- When It Comes to You
- Treasure
- Stronger
- Cowboy Scale of 1 to 10
- By Your Grace
Writer: Tony Mac Lane, Travis Meadows
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Honky Tonk Hardwood Floors
Every single night under a big ol' Texas sky
Parking lot looks like a field growin' pickup trucks
The people come from miles around just to get a little unwound
I want to drink a little, dance a little, line them lone stars up
Them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Soon as I walk in, it's like I get my second wind
I wanna keep that good time feeling rockin' all night long
I can't seem to get enough y'all, it's gotta be in my blood
'Cause the louder that crowd gets, the more I feel at home
Well, them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Yeah, I wanna drink a little
I wanna dance a little
I wanna line them lone stars up
Well, them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For them long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Y'all, I love long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Yeah
Parking lot looks like a field growin' pickup trucks
The people come from miles around just to get a little unwound
I want to drink a little, dance a little, line them lone stars up
Them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Soon as I walk in, it's like I get my second wind
I wanna keep that good time feeling rockin' all night long
I can't seem to get enough y'all, it's gotta be in my blood
'Cause the louder that crowd gets, the more I feel at home
Well, them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Yeah, I wanna drink a little
I wanna dance a little
I wanna line them lone stars up
Well, them neon lights shinin' bright as diamonds
Boots and hats and pearl snaps wall to wall
The fiddle singin' and cowgirls swingin'
Keep me comin' through them doors
For them long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Y'all, I love long neck bottles and honky tonk hardwood floors
Yeah
Writer: James Chamberlain, Michael White, Wyatt Mccubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sad Songs and Waltzes w/ Willie Nelson
[Cody Johnson]
I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one with hear it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Willie Nelson]
I'll tell all about how you cheated
I'd like for the whole world to hear
I'd like to get even with you cause you're leavin'
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Cody Johnson & Willie Nelson]
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Causе sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this yеar
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one with hear it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Willie Nelson]
I'll tell all about how you cheated
I'd like for the whole world to hear
I'd like to get even with you cause you're leavin'
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Cody Johnson & Willie Nelson]
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Causе sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this yеar
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Til You Can't
You can tell your old man
You'll do some largemouth fishing another time
You just got too much on your plate to bait and cast a line
You can always put a rain check in his hand
'Til you can't
You can keep putting off forever with that girl who's heart you hold
Swearing that you'll ask some day further down the road
You can always put a diamond on her hand
'Til you can't
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
There's a box of greasy parts sitting in the trunk of that '65
Still waiting on you and your granddad to bring it back to life
You can always get around to fixing up that Pontiac
'Til you can't
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
So take that phone call from your momma and just talk away
'Cause you'll never know how bad you wanna 'til you can't someday
Don't wait on tomorrow 'cause tomorrow may not show
Say your sorries, your I-love-yous, 'cause man you never know
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
Yeah, if you got a chance, take it (take it), take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
Until you can't
'Til you can't
Yeah, take it
You'll do some largemouth fishing another time
You just got too much on your plate to bait and cast a line
You can always put a rain check in his hand
'Til you can't
You can keep putting off forever with that girl who's heart you hold
Swearing that you'll ask some day further down the road
You can always put a diamond on her hand
'Til you can't
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
There's a box of greasy parts sitting in the trunk of that '65
Still waiting on you and your granddad to bring it back to life
You can always get around to fixing up that Pontiac
'Til you can't
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
So take that phone call from your momma and just talk away
'Cause you'll never know how bad you wanna 'til you can't someday
Don't wait on tomorrow 'cause tomorrow may not show
Say your sorries, your I-love-yous, 'cause man you never know
If you got a chance, take it, take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
'Til you can't
Yeah, if you got a chance, take it (take it), take it while you got a chance
If you got a dream, chase it, 'cause a dream won't chase you back
If you're gonna love somebody
Hold 'em as long and as strong and as close as you can
Until you can't
'Til you can't
Yeah, take it
Writer: Benjamin Stennis, Matthew Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
God Bless the Boy (Coris Song)
She won't let me help her tie her shoes
"No, daddy, I can do it myself"
When she don't get her way
She'll cross her arms and hold her breath
She's a handful, she's a mess
Digging in the dirt in her princess dress
Goes from tiny tornado
To sleeping on my chest
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
Give him patience and kindness
And a heart that's full of her
And the sense to know just what she's worth
'Cause ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
I hope his daddy's teaching him
How to shake my hand and look me in the eye
And taking him fishing and busting his butt
When he ain't acting right
I hope he's in every prayer his mama prays
And learns to work for every dollar he gets
And has a sense of humor
Gonna need it for a girl like this
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
Give him patience and kindness
And a heart that's full of her
And the sense to know just what she's worth
'Cause ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
There ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
Oh, God bless the boy she decides to love
"No, daddy, I can do it myself"
When she don't get her way
She'll cross her arms and hold her breath
She's a handful, she's a mess
Digging in the dirt in her princess dress
Goes from tiny tornado
To sleeping on my chest
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
Give him patience and kindness
And a heart that's full of her
And the sense to know just what she's worth
'Cause ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
I hope his daddy's teaching him
How to shake my hand and look me in the eye
And taking him fishing and busting his butt
When he ain't acting right
I hope he's in every prayer his mama prays
And learns to work for every dollar he gets
And has a sense of humor
Gonna need it for a girl like this
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
Give him patience and kindness
And a heart that's full of her
And the sense to know just what she's worth
'Cause ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
God bless the boy that melts the way I do
When she smiles at him the first time
He'll be done, oh, he'll be through
There ain't nobody ever gonna be good enough
So God bless the boy she decides to love
Oh, God bless the boy she decides to love
Writer: Barrett Baber, Scott Sean White, Terri Jo Box
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Known for Loving You
Baby, every eye is on you as we walk into this room
And I kind of feel like Johnny Cash standin' next to June
'Cause before the night is over I know I'll get introduced
As that lucky guy that's known for lovin' you
I could strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for loving you
I can read it on their faces like the front page New York Times
They can't believe that I'm the one that holds you close at night
Ah, but trust me, baby, that's ok with this old fool
If I ain't known for nothin' else but loving you
Yeah, I can strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for lovin' you
Yeah
They could put me in the movies
They could put me on the cover
Of the Rollin Stone, but, girl, I know it's true
Yeah, I could strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for lovin' you
Yeah, and that's okay with me, baby
Hey
And I kind of feel like Johnny Cash standin' next to June
'Cause before the night is over I know I'll get introduced
As that lucky guy that's known for lovin' you
I could strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for loving you
I can read it on their faces like the front page New York Times
They can't believe that I'm the one that holds you close at night
Ah, but trust me, baby, that's ok with this old fool
If I ain't known for nothin' else but loving you
Yeah, I can strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for lovin' you
Yeah
They could put me in the movies
They could put me on the cover
Of the Rollin Stone, but, girl, I know it's true
Yeah, I could strike it big in Vegas, I could buy up half of Texas
Everybody'd know my name from here to Timbuktu
So go on put it on my stone, 'cause, girl, I know that when I'm gone
No matter what I did or didn't do
I'll be known for lovin' you
Yeah, and that's okay with me, baby
Hey
Writer: Ben Hayslip, Trent Wilmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Driveway
A long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
A wraparound porch with an old cedar swing
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway to Grandma
Saying y'all come and get it
Me and Granddaddy just gettin' back from some fishin'
Dust flyin' up every step that we're steppin'
So whenever I picture heaven
I see a long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
A dog on the porch slowly fallin' asleep
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway
A walk up the driveway to my baby
Chasin' after our young 'uns
Me and my brothers talkin' about baseball and huntin'
The rustlin' of cash crops with a sun-settin' backdrop
Them gold streets are nice, yeah, but my paradise is
That long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
The leaves blowin' 'round on a cool autumn breeze
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway
A wraparound porch with an old cedar swing
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway to Grandma
Saying y'all come and get it
Me and Granddaddy just gettin' back from some fishin'
Dust flyin' up every step that we're steppin'
So whenever I picture heaven
I see a long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
A dog on the porch slowly fallin' asleep
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway
A walk up the driveway to my baby
Chasin' after our young 'uns
Me and my brothers talkin' about baseball and huntin'
The rustlin' of cash crops with a sun-settin' backdrop
Them gold streets are nice, yeah, but my paradise is
That long wooden fence to a tall hickory tree
The leaves blowin' 'round on a cool autumn breeze
We don't get to choose but if I had my way
My road to the sky would look just like
A walk up the driveway
Writer: Lindsay Jack Rimes, Matt Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Son of a Ramblin Man
Have you ever had a thing for a woman
A thing that make you lose your mind?
Every time you start to think about her
Sends shivers up and down your spine
My daddy was a bit of a rounder
Said, "women gonna make you go blind"
I told my old man, "I'm right over here
And I like the way I see just fine"
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
Now, I'm just a hillbilly gypsy
And I ain't one for settlin' down
If I thought somebody might miss me
Hell, maybe I'd hang around
But I got to keep on movin'
'Cause every town's just a little too small
Ain't a thing in the world I don't love about a woman
I'ma gonna try to love 'em all
'Cause I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I come from a long, long line, yeah, I do
Come on
A thing that make you lose your mind?
Every time you start to think about her
Sends shivers up and down your spine
My daddy was a bit of a rounder
Said, "women gonna make you go blind"
I told my old man, "I'm right over here
And I like the way I see just fine"
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
Now, I'm just a hillbilly gypsy
And I ain't one for settlin' down
If I thought somebody might miss me
Hell, maybe I'd hang around
But I got to keep on movin'
'Cause every town's just a little too small
Ain't a thing in the world I don't love about a woman
I'ma gonna try to love 'em all
'Cause I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm a son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I come from a long, long line, yeah, I do
Come on
Writer: Vincent Grant Gill
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Always Wanted To
Outside there's a rusty pickup
Underneath a shed
Mockingbird's nest in the tailpipe
Empty feed sack in the bed
They took away my keys
Sayin' I'm too old to drive
It's like they're tryin' to bury me
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
They talk like I can't hear 'em
When they have to change my sheets
And they're getting tired and angry
'Cause I won't accept defeat
Uncle Frank lived to be a hundred
Hell, I'm only ninety five
I ain't raising no white flag
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
My Marie showed up this morning
Floatin' right above that chair
She smiled the sweetest smile at me
As she hovered in the air
When that fever stole her from me
I was twenty seven, she was just twenty five
I never dreamed I'd see my angel again
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
Underneath a shed
Mockingbird's nest in the tailpipe
Empty feed sack in the bed
They took away my keys
Sayin' I'm too old to drive
It's like they're tryin' to bury me
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
They talk like I can't hear 'em
When they have to change my sheets
And they're getting tired and angry
'Cause I won't accept defeat
Uncle Frank lived to be a hundred
Hell, I'm only ninety five
I ain't raising no white flag
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
My Marie showed up this morning
Floatin' right above that chair
She smiled the sweetest smile at me
As she hovered in the air
When that fever stole her from me
I was twenty seven, she was just twenty five
I never dreamed I'd see my angel again
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted to ride on an open range
And learn how to fly a plane, but I guess
Even pictures we never take
Memories we'll never make still fade
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
I never did all I wanted to do
But I always wanted to
Writer: Allen Shamblin, Jordyn Shellhart, Tom Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Dont Know a Thing About Love
[Cody Johnson]
I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one with hear it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Willie Nelson]
I'll tell all about how you cheated
I'd like for the whole world to hear
I'd like to get even with you cause you're leavin'
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Cody Johnson & Willie Nelson]
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Causе sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this yеar
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
I'm writing a song all about you
A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one with hear it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Willie Nelson]
I'll tell all about how you cheated
I'd like for the whole world to hear
I'd like to get even with you cause you're leavin'
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
[Cody Johnson & Willie Nelson]
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
It's a good thing that I'm not a star
You don't know how lucky you are
And though my record may say it, no one will play it
Causе sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this yеar
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year
Writer: Harlan Howard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, LEGACY OF HARLAN PERRY HOWARD, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, LEGACY OF HARLAN PERRY HOWARD, LLC
Longer Than She Did
I got a feeling
That this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me
Longer than she did
I'm on the wrong side of moving on
Counting every minute 'til the crack of dawn
There's an upside of letting go
I ain't dead yet but all I know is
I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I let the whiskey be the DJ
Too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
All the could haves and should've beens
Ain't gonna help when you're back again, yeah
Round here everything I see
Is tied up, tied to a memory, yeah
I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I let the whiskey be the DJ
Too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
Yeah
Yeah, I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I, I let the whiskey be the DJ
Yeah, too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
That this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me
Longer than she did
I'm on the wrong side of moving on
Counting every minute 'til the crack of dawn
There's an upside of letting go
I ain't dead yet but all I know is
I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I let the whiskey be the DJ
Too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
All the could haves and should've beens
Ain't gonna help when you're back again, yeah
Round here everything I see
Is tied up, tied to a memory, yeah
I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I let the whiskey be the DJ
Too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
Yeah
Yeah, I got a list of songs my hurt won't let me turn back on
Unless I, I let the whiskey be the DJ
Yeah, too many county roads these Goodyears used to drive her on
So now I, I keep 'em running on the highway
They say time gonna heal the pain
Every cloud runs out of rain
But I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
I got a feeling that this broken heart of mine
Is gonna stay with me longer than she did
Writer: Eric Paslay, Matt Stell, Paul Sikes
Copyright: Lyrics © ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Made a Home
I poured the concrete, cut the 2x4's
Planted that oak tree and stained that front door
I hung your porch swing, painted that picket fence
Yeah, I built the whole thing nail by nail and brick by brick
Aw but, girl, what you did
Was put the singin' in the kitchen, the dancin' down the hallway
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house, you made a home
You picked every color and bought all the antiques
Hung the pictures up of all our favorite memories
You watered those roses out in the front yard
Left the "I love you" on the mirror in a lipstick heart
Girl, I love everything you are
'Cause you're still the singin' in the kitchen, the dancin' down the hallway
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house and you made a home
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house and you made a home
Planted that oak tree and stained that front door
I hung your porch swing, painted that picket fence
Yeah, I built the whole thing nail by nail and brick by brick
Aw but, girl, what you did
Was put the singin' in the kitchen, the dancin' down the hallway
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house, you made a home
You picked every color and bought all the antiques
Hung the pictures up of all our favorite memories
You watered those roses out in the front yard
Left the "I love you" on the mirror in a lipstick heart
Girl, I love everything you are
'Cause you're still the singin' in the kitchen, the dancin' down the hallway
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house and you made a home
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile of sticks and stones
I built a house and you made a home
Writer: Cody Johnson, Jesse Raub, Scott Sean White
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Lets Build a Fire
First cool snap of fall in the air
We been waitin' on it all damn year
Drag out a Carhartt and a chair
Let's build a fire
Shoulder pads crackin' on a high-school field
Openin' day is on our heels
God, I love how Friday night feels
Let's build a fire
Let's build a fire, let's crank it on up
Pour a little diesel in my cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up
Let's build a fire
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
We been talkin' 'bout it since July
Temp done dropped down to forty-five
Think it's time we take it higher
Let's build a fire
Come a little closer if you can
Put your little heart in my hand
Turn me on like an amplifier
Let's build a fire
Let's build a fire, let's crank it on up
Pour a little diesel in my cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up
Let's build a fire
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
Ah, here we go
Let's build a fire, let's light it on up
Pour a little diesel in a Sonic cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up (y'all better back up)
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
Ah, burn it down boys
We been waitin' on it all damn year
Drag out a Carhartt and a chair
Let's build a fire
Shoulder pads crackin' on a high-school field
Openin' day is on our heels
God, I love how Friday night feels
Let's build a fire
Let's build a fire, let's crank it on up
Pour a little diesel in my cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up
Let's build a fire
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
We been talkin' 'bout it since July
Temp done dropped down to forty-five
Think it's time we take it higher
Let's build a fire
Come a little closer if you can
Put your little heart in my hand
Turn me on like an amplifier
Let's build a fire
Let's build a fire, let's crank it on up
Pour a little diesel in my cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up
Let's build a fire
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
Ah, here we go
Let's build a fire, let's light it on up
Pour a little diesel in a Sonic cup
I'm finna toss it on, y'all better back up (y'all better back up)
You can't burn it down in the neighborhood
But it's all good back in the backwoods
Let the good time just transpire
Let's build a fire
Ah, burn it down boys
Writer: Chris Janson, Mitchell Edward Oglesby
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
When It Comes to You
When it comes to you
Are you somewhere two drinks in when that vinyl needle drops?
Do you ride that melody all the way back to Little Rock
Like I do?
When it comes to you
Does it hit you like a hurricane in that Gulf Coast town?
Does that salty summer air still blow your heart around
Like a memory can do?
When it comes to you
Does the midnight ever make you want me back again?
Does the silence ever fall like rain upon your skin?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
When it comes to you
Are you at some two-lane red light behind Denver plates?
Does that Colorado chill steal your breath away
Like I used to?
When it comes to you
Does the midnight ever make you want me back again?
Does the silence ever fall like rain upon your skin?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
Every now and then, some old remember when
Makes me think of us, makes me wonder what it does
When it comes to you
Does the lonely ever make you want my love again?
Do you ever miss the beautiful we were back then?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
When it comes to you
Mmm, when it comes to you
Are you somewhere two drinks in when that vinyl needle drops?
Do you ride that melody all the way back to Little Rock
Like I do?
When it comes to you
Does it hit you like a hurricane in that Gulf Coast town?
Does that salty summer air still blow your heart around
Like a memory can do?
When it comes to you
Does the midnight ever make you want me back again?
Does the silence ever fall like rain upon your skin?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
When it comes to you
Are you at some two-lane red light behind Denver plates?
Does that Colorado chill steal your breath away
Like I used to?
When it comes to you
Does the midnight ever make you want me back again?
Does the silence ever fall like rain upon your skin?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
Every now and then, some old remember when
Makes me think of us, makes me wonder what it does
When it comes to you
Does the lonely ever make you want my love again?
Do you ever miss the beautiful we were back then?
And do you ever wonder if some hearts are born to win
Or born to lose?
'Cause, girl, I do
When it comes to you
Mmm, when it comes to you
Writer: Jeremy Bussey, Tony Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
Treasure
A beat-up gut string tucked behind some TVs
Like a pawn shop castaway
Started strumming little nothings
I fell in love with the way it played
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
Rust is just another shade of silver
Not all treasure has to shine, hmm
Dedication, a hammer and some patience
Daddy fixed that fixer up
It ain't a palace, but the thing about it
Is what it's been too all of us
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
Dust has always been our kind of glitter
Not all treasure has to shine
When I told you that I wished
I could've put a bigger diamond on your band
You said your love's worth more
Than any stone you could ever put on my hand
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
There's riches in our simple world together
Not all treasure has to shine
Mmh, not all treasure has to shine
Hm
Like a pawn shop castaway
Started strumming little nothings
I fell in love with the way it played
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
Rust is just another shade of silver
Not all treasure has to shine, hmm
Dedication, a hammer and some patience
Daddy fixed that fixer up
It ain't a palace, but the thing about it
Is what it's been too all of us
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
Dust has always been our kind of glitter
Not all treasure has to shine
When I told you that I wished
I could've put a bigger diamond on your band
You said your love's worth more
Than any stone you could ever put on my hand
Put aside the way that some things shimmer
Beauty's in the heart and not the eye
There's riches in our simple world together
Not all treasure has to shine
Mmh, not all treasure has to shine
Hm
Writer: Matthew Joseph Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment
Stronger
I'm a twenty gauge shotgun with both barrels blazing
I'm a hundred miles an hour 'round the curve without braking
I'm a herd of wild horses through her bed of daisies
And she'll plant 'em all back again
I think I'm John Wayne when I get to drinking
I'm the first one to jump on a boat while it's sinking
But I ain't half as tough as what I'd have you thinking
If you really knew her, you'd know I'm the weak one
And she's like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
And when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She makes the weight of the world feel as light as a feather
She's the needle and thread patching me back together
God knows I ain't perfect but she's making me better
If I'd never met her, I'd hate to think where I'd be
'Cause she's like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
Oh and when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She's like a lighthouse standing in the path of that mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
And when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She's stronger
I'm a hundred miles an hour 'round the curve without braking
I'm a herd of wild horses through her bed of daisies
And she'll plant 'em all back again
I think I'm John Wayne when I get to drinking
I'm the first one to jump on a boat while it's sinking
But I ain't half as tough as what I'd have you thinking
If you really knew her, you'd know I'm the weak one
And she's like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
And when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She makes the weight of the world feel as light as a feather
She's the needle and thread patching me back together
God knows I ain't perfect but she's making me better
If I'd never met her, I'd hate to think where I'd be
'Cause she's like a lighthouse standing in the path of a mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
Oh and when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She's like a lighthouse standing in the path of that mad hurricane
And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain
And when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on
She's stronger
She's stronger
Writer: Jared Elledge, Dustin Miller, Trent Willmon
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES
Copyright: Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES
Cowboy Scale of 1 to 10
If there ever was a way to rate a man
On a cowboy scale of one to ten
Kinda like you would a women or a chili pepper
A one ain't hot, but a ten'll stop your ticker (mmhmm)
It'd be based on courage and attitude
Not the band on the hat or the bling on the boot
And less about the out, more about the within
On this cowboy scale of one to ten
Now take the pretty boy over at the bar for example
His Resistol's huge and his B.S. Is ample
But I got a feelin' he's never stepped in none
And on the cowboy scale that puts him down around a one
Now the guy in the ball cap, the t-shirt, and dirty ol' jeans
Got a dozen gold buckles that you'll probly never see
'Cause he really don't give a damn what you think he is
On your cowboy scale of one to ten
Some ride bulls and some ride fences
Some ride off into that sunset
Some drive cattle and some drive Chevy's
But they all drive them ladies crazy
(Ladies and gentlemen my friends Dale Brisby and Mr. Cory Blonde)
(Are here to give you a cowboy education)
(You ready boys?)
(Yes, sir)
(Tell 'em 'bout it ol' son)
Now the cowgirls, boys, they're the ones who know
The real deal from ol' Ricky rodeo
'Cause let me tell ya fellas, till they see you ride
They'll never give you more than a four
Maybe five
Now not all cowboys hail from the lone star state
California, Alaska to Canada, eh?
I even know a few hippies, long hair and tattoos
That sure are some tough mother buckaroos
Some ride bulls and some ride fences
Some ride off into that sunset
Some drive cattle and some drive Chevy's
But they all drive them ladies crazy
(We got one more cowboy on here that knows a thing or two about it)
(Ladies and gentleman, say hello to Mr. Ned Ledoux)
(Come on, cowboy boy)
So if ya ever took a big ol' dip of Copenhagen
Started barroom brawls or just participated
Know a quarter horse can't be started with a coin
Y'ain't quite there yet, boys, but 'yer getting warm
(Ladies and gentleman, our brother Mr. Red Steagall)
I've been around some, and I'd like to say
If you really wanna know who's the real John Wayne
Well, that's the folks who serve and protect this great land
And on the cowboy scale
That's a top drawer ten
(Let's go find the beer cooler boys, what you say?)
(Yes, sir)
(Ned, give me some of that Copenhagen, would ya)
(Here you go Cody, don't eat it all)
On a cowboy scale of one to ten
Kinda like you would a women or a chili pepper
A one ain't hot, but a ten'll stop your ticker (mmhmm)
It'd be based on courage and attitude
Not the band on the hat or the bling on the boot
And less about the out, more about the within
On this cowboy scale of one to ten
Now take the pretty boy over at the bar for example
His Resistol's huge and his B.S. Is ample
But I got a feelin' he's never stepped in none
And on the cowboy scale that puts him down around a one
Now the guy in the ball cap, the t-shirt, and dirty ol' jeans
Got a dozen gold buckles that you'll probly never see
'Cause he really don't give a damn what you think he is
On your cowboy scale of one to ten
Some ride bulls and some ride fences
Some ride off into that sunset
Some drive cattle and some drive Chevy's
But they all drive them ladies crazy
(Ladies and gentlemen my friends Dale Brisby and Mr. Cory Blonde)
(Are here to give you a cowboy education)
(You ready boys?)
(Yes, sir)
(Tell 'em 'bout it ol' son)
Now the cowgirls, boys, they're the ones who know
The real deal from ol' Ricky rodeo
'Cause let me tell ya fellas, till they see you ride
They'll never give you more than a four
Maybe five
Now not all cowboys hail from the lone star state
California, Alaska to Canada, eh?
I even know a few hippies, long hair and tattoos
That sure are some tough mother buckaroos
Some ride bulls and some ride fences
Some ride off into that sunset
Some drive cattle and some drive Chevy's
But they all drive them ladies crazy
(We got one more cowboy on here that knows a thing or two about it)
(Ladies and gentleman, say hello to Mr. Ned Ledoux)
(Come on, cowboy boy)
So if ya ever took a big ol' dip of Copenhagen
Started barroom brawls or just participated
Know a quarter horse can't be started with a coin
Y'ain't quite there yet, boys, but 'yer getting warm
(Ladies and gentleman, our brother Mr. Red Steagall)
I've been around some, and I'd like to say
If you really wanna know who's the real John Wayne
Well, that's the folks who serve and protect this great land
And on the cowboy scale
That's a top drawer ten
(Let's go find the beer cooler boys, what you say?)
(Yes, sir)
(Ned, give me some of that Copenhagen, would ya)
(Here you go Cody, don't eat it all)
Writer: Cody Johnson, David Frasier, Trent Wayne Willmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.
By Your Grace
I'm aware of everything that's wrong with me
But still You accept me anyway
I live with a past I can't get past and it still haunts me
So I'm askin' for the courage to make a change
By Your grace, I have hope
You've already paid every debt I owe
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free
Teach me, Lord, to seek You day by day
Let only You define just where I stand
Let me not take for granted
All the depths of Your forgiveness
Because the only way I'm gonna be a better man
Is by Your grace, I have hope (I have hope)
You've already paid every debt I owe (debt I owe)
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free
I've got a long way to go
But Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
I've got a long way to go
But Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
I've got a long way to go
Oh, but Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
You're always with me
And by Your grace (by Your grace), I have hope (I have blessed hope)
You've already paid every debt I owe (every debt I owe)
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free (been set free)
By Your grace, I've been set free (ooh-ooh-ooh, by Your grace, ooh-ooh-ooh)
But still You accept me anyway
I live with a past I can't get past and it still haunts me
So I'm askin' for the courage to make a change
By Your grace, I have hope
You've already paid every debt I owe
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free
Teach me, Lord, to seek You day by day
Let only You define just where I stand
Let me not take for granted
All the depths of Your forgiveness
Because the only way I'm gonna be a better man
Is by Your grace, I have hope (I have hope)
You've already paid every debt I owe (debt I owe)
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free
I've got a long way to go
But Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
I've got a long way to go
But Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
I've got a long way to go
Oh, but Lord, I know
There's not a step I'm gonna take
When You're not with me
You're always with me
And by Your grace (by Your grace), I have hope (I have blessed hope)
You've already paid every debt I owe (every debt I owe)
Please take my chains and make me see
That by Your grace, I've been set free (been set free)
By Your grace, I've been set free (ooh-ooh-ooh, by Your grace, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Writer: Cody Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Human: The Double Album is the eighth studio album and second major label album by American country music singer Cody Johnson.
Johnson was inspired to write songs about the rodeo after the commercial success of "Dear Rodeo", a duet with Reba McEntire. He sought songwriters that, according to Billboard, were "familiar with the song structures and styles of songwriting popular with '90s country music."
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Cody JohnsonJohnson was inspired to write songs about the rodeo after the commercial success of "Dear Rodeo", a duet with Reba McEntire. He sought songwriters that, according to Billboard, were "familiar with the song structures and styles of songwriting popular with '90s country music."
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Trent Willmon
Released: October 8th, 2021
Year: 2021