After you, I was chasing in a sunset scene
That Seger song in the backseat was kinda our thing
You drove a Pontiac and my heart crazy
If you jumped off that river bank, hell, I'd do the same after you
I'd walk into that bar right behind
Catch a stare down with some old boy, let 'em know you were mine
Swore it was gonna last the rest of our lives
But fireworks in February turned to one damn cold July
And now I'm burning down this hole in a wall
And I'm just tryna make some sense of it all
Looking for answers on this old bar stool
Just tryna figure out life after love, after leaving
After too much drinking, after you
After you, I thought about taking that runway
To I don't care, anywhere but this rundown place
Leave all this shit and put my Chevy in drive
I'll take any town, any day, any state but outta my mind
And now I'm burning down this hole in a wall
And I'm just tryna make some sense of it all
Looking for answers on this old bar stool
Just tryna figure out life after love, after leaving
After too much drinking, after you
I should've ran after you
Fast as I can after you
I didn't know I was gonna need a plan after you
You can tell after you
It's been hell after you
I don't even know who I am after you
And now I'm burning down this hole in a wall
And I'm just tryna make some sense of it all
Looking for answers on this old bar stool
Just tryna figure out life after love, after leaving
After too much drinking, after us
After dreaming, after too much thinking, after you
After you
After you
Jason Aldean - MACON Album Lyrics
Jason Aldean - MACON Lyrics
- After You
- Over You Again
- Thats What Tequila Does
- Small Town Small
- If I Didnt Love You
- Story For Another Glass
- Heaven
- This Bar Dont Work Anymore
- The Sad Songs
- Watching You Love Me
- Amarillo Sky (Live from Nashville TN)
- Johnny Cash (Live from Los Angeles CA)
- Shes Country (Live from Las Vegas NV)
- Big Green Tractor (Live from Dallas TX)
- My Kinda Party (Live from St. Louis MO)
Writer: Micah Wilshire, Michael Tyler, Thomas Marc Archer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Over You Again
Ain't it crazy to think 'bout how I used to hold ya?
Now I'm walkin' in like I don't even know ya, mm
I sit down at the same barstool
Order up what I always do
But if you think I'm looking at ya
Girl, I'm looking past ya
'Cause if I don't I'm gonna have to
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same smoke, it's going down right now)
I'm gettin' over you again
Girl, it never ends (over you, over you)
It's always the same but the only thing different (only thing different)
Is that I already know what I'm gonna be missin'
Nothing can fix it
All I can do is
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
Girl, it never ends
I sit down at the same barstool
It's gettin' old but it's nothing new (nothing new)
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
Girl, it never ends
(I gotta get over you, over you)
I gotta get over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
Gettin' over you again
(The same smoke, it's going down right now)
Now I'm walkin' in like I don't even know ya, mm
I sit down at the same barstool
Order up what I always do
But if you think I'm looking at ya
Girl, I'm looking past ya
'Cause if I don't I'm gonna have to
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same smoke, it's going down right now)
I'm gettin' over you again
Girl, it never ends (over you, over you)
It's always the same but the only thing different (only thing different)
Is that I already know what I'm gonna be missin'
Nothing can fix it
All I can do is
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
Girl, it never ends
I sit down at the same barstool
It's gettin' old but it's nothing new (nothing new)
Get drunk tonight
Messed up just like I did the night you left
Burned that goodbye in my head
Pretend I'm fine but every time
I think I'm gettin' closer to gettin' over you
I'm gettin' over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
Girl, it never ends
(I gotta get over you, over you)
I gotta get over you again
(The same bar, with the same crowd, same town)
Gettin' over you again
(The same smoke, it's going down right now)
Writer: John Morgan, Kurt Michael Allison, Lydia Grace Vaughan, Tully M Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thats What Tequila Does
It don't take too much
To get the wheels turning 'round and 'round in my head
Top shelf or Cuervo
I know it's gonna stir up every memory she left
Still burns, I can't lie
When I think about the good before goodbye
Guess that's what I'm drinking on tonight
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
It sneaks up on you
Going out for one turns into 2 AM
You know what's next, get you looking for a text
Get you checking your phone again
Make you stay all night, it'll give you a million reasons why
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
Whoa
Yeah, that's what tequila does
Whoa
It still burns (still burns), I can't lie (I can't lie)
Oh, guess that's what I'm drinking on tonight (whoa)
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
Whoa
Yeah, that's what tequila does
Whoa
To get the wheels turning 'round and 'round in my head
Top shelf or Cuervo
I know it's gonna stir up every memory she left
Still burns, I can't lie
When I think about the good before goodbye
Guess that's what I'm drinking on tonight
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
It sneaks up on you
Going out for one turns into 2 AM
You know what's next, get you looking for a text
Get you checking your phone again
Make you stay all night, it'll give you a million reasons why
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
Whoa
Yeah, that's what tequila does
Whoa
It still burns (still burns), I can't lie (I can't lie)
Oh, guess that's what I'm drinking on tonight (whoa)
It'll make you think that
You got a shot at the one that got away when it goes down
She's gonna tell you, she's gonna come back
And that's what makes you stay for another round
Keep you stickin' around, keep pourin' out
Until she's all you're thinkin' 'bout
It'll keep you hung up, keep you drunk on what it was
Man, that's what tequila does
Whoa
Yeah, that's what tequila does
Whoa
Writer: John Dee Edwards, John Robert Morgan, Kurt Michael Allison, Tully M. Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Small Town Small
To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty
Keep telling that suit and tie no
To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners
Keep telling big money where to go
Remember God only made so much real estate
Tell the bank, "I'ma take it to the grave"
Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck
Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down
To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen
Keep making that girl's daddy proud
To all of y'all fighting for that flag
We gon' hold it down 'til you get back
And keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the gone but not forgotten
God, tell 'em we got 'em
And we know they're looking down on this town
So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
We keepin' small towns small
Keep telling that suit and tie no
To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners
Keep telling big money where to go
Remember God only made so much real estate
Tell the bank, "I'ma take it to the grave"
Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck
Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down
To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen
Keep making that girl's daddy proud
To all of y'all fighting for that flag
We gon' hold it down 'til you get back
And keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the gone but not forgotten
God, tell 'em we got 'em
And we know they're looking down on this town
So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
We keepin' small towns small
Writer: Brandon Jay Day, Brantley Keith Gilbert, Brian Wayne Davis, Brock Berryhill, Chase McGill, Josh Michael Phillips, Michael Arthur Ray, Taylor Delmar Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
If I Didnt Love You
[Jason Aldean]
I wouldn't mind being alone
I wouldn't keep checking my phone
Wouldn't take the long way home
Just to drive myself crazy
I wouldn't be losing sleep
Remembering everything
Everything you said to me
Like I'm doing lately
You, you wouldn't be all
All that I want
Baby, I could let go
[Jason Aldean & Carrie Underwood]
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would be easy not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
[Carrie Underwood & Jason Aldean]
I wouldn't still cry sometimes
Wouldn't have to fake a smile
Play it off and tell a lie
When somebody asked how I've been
I'd try to find someone new (Someone new)
It should be something I can do (I can do)
Baby, if it weren't for you
I wouldn't be in the state that I'm in
Yeah You
You wouldn't be all
All that I want
Baby, I could let go
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would easy be not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
It wouldn't be so hard to see you
Know how much I need you
Wouldn't hate that I still feel like I do
If I didn't love you
If I didn't love you
[Carrie Underwood & Jason Aldean]
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would be easy not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
If I didn't love you (If I didn't love you)
If I didn't love you
I wouldn't mind being alone
I wouldn't keep checking my phone
Wouldn't take the long way home
Just to drive myself crazy
I wouldn't be losing sleep
Remembering everything
Everything you said to me
Like I'm doing lately
You, you wouldn't be all
All that I want
Baby, I could let go
[Jason Aldean & Carrie Underwood]
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would be easy not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
[Carrie Underwood & Jason Aldean]
I wouldn't still cry sometimes
Wouldn't have to fake a smile
Play it off and tell a lie
When somebody asked how I've been
I'd try to find someone new (Someone new)
It should be something I can do (I can do)
Baby, if it weren't for you
I wouldn't be in the state that I'm in
Yeah You
You wouldn't be all
All that I want
Baby, I could let go
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would easy be not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
It wouldn't be so hard to see you
Know how much I need you
Wouldn't hate that I still feel like I do
If I didn't love you
If I didn't love you
[Carrie Underwood & Jason Aldean]
If I didn't love you I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely, getting by somehow
Yeah, it would be easy not to miss you
Wonder about who's with you
Turn the want you off
Whenever I want to
If I didn't love you, if I didn't love you
If I didn't love you (If I didn't love you)
If I didn't love you
Writer: John Morgan, Kurt Michael Allison, Lydia Grace Vaughan, Tully M Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Story For Another Glass
We can talk about the deer that you killed last year up in Illinois
Anything from the Lakers to the Cowboys
Have the fish been biting today?
Talk 'til the jukebox runs out of Hank
Politics, religion, man, anything, I don't care
That girl over there with the blonde hair
Small talk while we paint this town
I just don't wanna talk about
Why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
'Cause if I hear her name, man, I'll spiral down
She's probably seeing somebody new right now
Out tonight in a dress I like
So keep it light and don't ask
Why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
There's a thousand roads that I can go on down, down, down
There's just one that I can't do right now, now, now
It's why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
Yeah, another glass
Yeah, we might get to that
But right now, she's a story for another glass
Anything from the Lakers to the Cowboys
Have the fish been biting today?
Talk 'til the jukebox runs out of Hank
Politics, religion, man, anything, I don't care
That girl over there with the blonde hair
Small talk while we paint this town
I just don't wanna talk about
Why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
'Cause if I hear her name, man, I'll spiral down
She's probably seeing somebody new right now
Out tonight in a dress I like
So keep it light and don't ask
Why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
There's a thousand roads that I can go on down, down, down
There's just one that I can't do right now, now, now
It's why I'm here and why she ain't
Just wanna pour beer on an ol' heartbreak
Drink 'em outta Jose, shoot 'em outta limes
Maybe kiss a stranger in the neon light
Buddy, I know that you're trying to help
Just don't remind me I'm going through hell
If I get enough in me, man, I might just crack
But right now, she's a story for another glass
Yeah, another glass
Yeah, we might get to that
But right now, she's a story for another glass
Writer: Josh Thompson, Justin Allen Ebach
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Heaven
Oh, thinkin' about our younger years
It was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven
Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Pick you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven, yeah
And I've been waitin' for so long
For somethin' to arrive
True love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you, oh
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven, whoa
You're all that I want
You're all that I need
It was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven
Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Pick you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
'Cause our love will light the way
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven, yeah
And I've been waitin' for so long
For somethin' to arrive
True love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you, oh
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven, whoa
You're all that I want
You're all that I need
Writer: Bryan Adams, James Douglas Vallance
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
This Bar Dont Work Anymore
That smoke's supposed to cover you up
And cloud my mind
This drink should be gettin' me drunk
Mm, and gettin' me by
It should be easy to do what I came here for
But the second you walk through the door
This bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
That I'm right back where I was before
This bar don't work anymore
This crowd's supposed to drown you out
All night long
Some pretty girl's supposed to turn things around
Mm, and maybe turn me on
I swore this neon would burn you out for sure
Baby, tell me what I'm paying 'em for
This bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
That I'm right back where I was before
This bar don't work anymore
They might as well close it down
Shut it down, go 'head and board up the windows and lock the doors
'Cause this bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
Still hung up on when I was yours
This bar don't work anymore
And cloud my mind
This drink should be gettin' me drunk
Mm, and gettin' me by
It should be easy to do what I came here for
But the second you walk through the door
This bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
That I'm right back where I was before
This bar don't work anymore
This crowd's supposed to drown you out
All night long
Some pretty girl's supposed to turn things around
Mm, and maybe turn me on
I swore this neon would burn you out for sure
Baby, tell me what I'm paying 'em for
This bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
That I'm right back where I was before
This bar don't work anymore
They might as well close it down
Shut it down, go 'head and board up the windows and lock the doors
'Cause this bar don't work anymore
You're giving it a hell of a job to do
The way he's spinning you 'round on the floor
Brings back the midnight missing you
I was just drinking through, baby
It's driving me crazy
Even the whiskey can't ignore
Still hung up on when I was yours
This bar don't work anymore
Writer: John Morgan, Kurt Michael Allison, Lydia Grace Vaughan, Tully M Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Sad Songs
Yeah, she might know me
By the rowdy raise 'em up songs 'bout some honky tonkin'
Cold beer sunsets
Whitetails and blue-collar rednecks
She sees a goodtime
And nothin' but blue skies every time her blue eyes look into mine
She got the look that looks past one night
Like nothin's gonna change her mind
And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet
And damn, she's a looker
The kind everybody back home would love if I took her
On a Sunday to meet my mama
Bet if I asked her right now she'd probably wanna
She ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet
Hell, I don't know the kind of thing she looks for in a man
If she knew me would I even stand a chance
And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
Yeah, she ain't one of my lines about regret
But she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet
She ain't heard the sad songs yet
By the rowdy raise 'em up songs 'bout some honky tonkin'
Cold beer sunsets
Whitetails and blue-collar rednecks
She sees a goodtime
And nothin' but blue skies every time her blue eyes look into mine
She got the look that looks past one night
Like nothin's gonna change her mind
And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet
And damn, she's a looker
The kind everybody back home would love if I took her
On a Sunday to meet my mama
Bet if I asked her right now she'd probably wanna
She ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet
Hell, I don't know the kind of thing she looks for in a man
If she knew me would I even stand a chance
And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
Yeah, she ain't one of my lines about regret
But she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet
She ain't heard the sad songs yet
Writer: Brandon Lynn Kinney, Josh Thompson, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Watching You Love Me
Watching that dust cloud
Bowling up behind the plow
Tractor on its last leg
He ain't given up yet
Been going through a dry spell
Been a while since the rain fell
Seeing what that dirt's put him through
Tomorrow's gotta be hard to do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
It's like watching you love me
It's drawing hearts in the sand
Waves coming faster than your hand
Fight the tide all day and then
Wake up and do it all again
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
Like wondering why somebody keeps trying
And thanking God that they do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you love me
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
Like wondering why somebody keeps trying
And thanking God that they do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you love me
Watching you love me
Bowling up behind the plow
Tractor on its last leg
He ain't given up yet
Been going through a dry spell
Been a while since the rain fell
Seeing what that dirt's put him through
Tomorrow's gotta be hard to do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
It's like watching you love me
It's drawing hearts in the sand
Waves coming faster than your hand
Fight the tide all day and then
Wake up and do it all again
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
Like wondering why somebody keeps trying
And thanking God that they do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you love me
It's like watching you love me
Watching you wanna walk away but you stay and you pray
And you see it through like believers do
Like wondering why somebody keeps trying
And thanking God that they do
It's like watching you love me
Watching you love me
Watching you love me
Writer: Lee Miller, Neil Thrasher, Wendell Mobley
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Amarillo Sky (Live from Nashville TN)
He gets up before the dawn
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee
It's another day in the dusty haze
Those burning rays are wearing down his body
The diesel's worth the price of gold
It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold
But he's still holdin' on
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"
That hail storm back in '83
Sure did take a toll on his family
He stayed strong and carried on
Just like his dad and granddad did before him
On his knees every night
He prays, "please let my crops and children grow"
'Cause that's all he's ever known
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"
And he takes the tractor another round, another round, another round
And he takes the tractor another round, another round
He says, "I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky
Underneath this Amarillo Sky"
Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee
It's another day in the dusty haze
Those burning rays are wearing down his body
The diesel's worth the price of gold
It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold
But he's still holdin' on
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"
That hail storm back in '83
Sure did take a toll on his family
He stayed strong and carried on
Just like his dad and granddad did before him
On his knees every night
He prays, "please let my crops and children grow"
'Cause that's all he's ever known
He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"
And he takes the tractor another round, another round, another round
And he takes the tractor another round, another round
He says, "I never complain, I never ask why
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky
Underneath this Amarillo Sky"
Writer: John Rich, Michael Britt, Michael McDonald
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Johnny Cash (Live from Los Angeles CA)
What ya got?
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll
Screw you, man
Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said, "I'm three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis?
Yeah, mama
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
Suey
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
Hear that train a-comin', rollin' 'round the bend
(Whoa)
The man in black gonna rock your ass again
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll
Screw you, man
Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said, "I'm three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis?
Yeah, mama
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout tellin' your mama goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
(Whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' back
Suey
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
Hear that train a-comin', rollin' 'round the bend
(Whoa)
The man in black gonna rock your ass again
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
Writer: John Rich, Rodney Clawson, Vicky McGehee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shes Country (Live from Las Vegas NV)
You boys ever met a real country girl?
Talkin', true blue, out in the woods, down home, country (uh)
She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up
She's a party all nighter from South Carolina
A bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She's a ragin' Cajun, lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk, brother she's all
Country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay country
Brother, she's country
A hell raisin' sugar when the sun goes down
Mama taught her how to rip up the town
Honey drippin' honey from the hollerin' Kentucky
Get ya flippin' kinda trippy like a Mississippi hippie
She's a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk
Brother she's all
Country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay country
Nothin' but country
(Thick southern drawl)
(Sexy swingin' walk)
(Aw, show 'em how a country girl does it, one time now)
Brother, she's country
From her cowboy boots to her down home roots
Nothin' but country
Yeah, yeah
She's country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay, country
Yeah, she's nothin' but country
She's all about the country
From the backwoods, she's a homegrown, down to the bone, she's country
Talkin', true blue, out in the woods, down home, country (uh)
She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up
She's a party all nighter from South Carolina
A bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She's a ragin' Cajun, lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk, brother she's all
Country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay country
Brother, she's country
A hell raisin' sugar when the sun goes down
Mama taught her how to rip up the town
Honey drippin' honey from the hollerin' Kentucky
Get ya flippin' kinda trippy like a Mississippi hippie
She's a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern drawl, sexy swingin' walk
Brother she's all
Country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay country
Nothin' but country
(Thick southern drawl)
(Sexy swingin' walk)
(Aw, show 'em how a country girl does it, one time now)
Brother, she's country
From her cowboy boots to her down home roots
Nothin' but country
Yeah, yeah
She's country (shoot), from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays
That's the way she was born and raised, she ain't afraid to stay, country
Yeah, she's nothin' but country
She's all about the country
From the backwoods, she's a homegrown, down to the bone, she's country
Writer: Daniel Wayne Myrick, Bridgette Tatum
Copyright: Lyrics © 3 RING CIRCUS MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © 3 RING CIRCUS MUSIC LLC
Big Green Tractor (Live from Dallas TX)
She had a shiny little Beamer with the ragtop down
Sittin' in the drive but she wouldn't get out
The dogs were all barkin' and waggin' around
And I just laughed and said, "Y'all get in"
She had on a new dress and she curled her hair
She was lookin' too good not to go somewhere
Said, "What you wanna do?" "Baby, I don't care"
We can go to the show we can stay right here
And I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor
We can go slow or make it go faster
Down through the woods and out to the pasture
Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter
Climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Said we can fire it up and I can show you around
Sit upon the hill and watch the sun go down
When the fireflies are dancin' and the moon comes out
We can turn on the lights and head back to the house
Or we can take another ride on my big green tractor
We can go slow or make it go faster
Down through the woods and out to the pasture
Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter
Climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Just let me dust off the seat
Mm, put your pretty little arms around me
Hell yeah
You can climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Oh, yeah, yeah
We can go to town
Or we can go another round
On my big green tractor
Sittin' in the drive but she wouldn't get out
The dogs were all barkin' and waggin' around
And I just laughed and said, "Y'all get in"
She had on a new dress and she curled her hair
She was lookin' too good not to go somewhere
Said, "What you wanna do?" "Baby, I don't care"
We can go to the show we can stay right here
And I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor
We can go slow or make it go faster
Down through the woods and out to the pasture
Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter
Climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Said we can fire it up and I can show you around
Sit upon the hill and watch the sun go down
When the fireflies are dancin' and the moon comes out
We can turn on the lights and head back to the house
Or we can take another ride on my big green tractor
We can go slow or make it go faster
Down through the woods and out to the pasture
Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter
Climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Just let me dust off the seat
Mm, put your pretty little arms around me
Hell yeah
You can climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
Girl, you know you got me to hold onto
We can go to town, but baby, if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor
Oh, yeah, yeah
We can go to town
Or we can go another round
On my big green tractor
Writer: David Lee Murphy, Jim Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
My Kinda Party (Live from St. Louis MO)
I worked all week
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved
I got the cover off the '68
I fired it up, and let them horses sing
A little pretty thing
A little tan leg Georgia dream
She's a rockin' them holey jeans
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Well if you wanna drink
Go baby, just do your thing
But give up your keys
Hell why drive when you can stay with me?
And then after while we'll sneak away from the bonfire
Walk by the moonlight and down to the riverside
Gotcha sippin' on some moonshine
Baby, if you're in the mood and you can settle for a one night rodeo
You could be my tan-legged Juliet
I'll be your Redneck Romeo
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Ha ha, y'all ready for this?
Y'all go head and turn it on up
Ha
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved
I got the cover off the '68
I fired it up, and let them horses sing
A little pretty thing
A little tan leg Georgia dream
She's a rockin' them holey jeans
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Well if you wanna drink
Go baby, just do your thing
But give up your keys
Hell why drive when you can stay with me?
And then after while we'll sneak away from the bonfire
Walk by the moonlight and down to the riverside
Gotcha sippin' on some moonshine
Baby, if you're in the mood and you can settle for a one night rodeo
You could be my tan-legged Juliet
I'll be your Redneck Romeo
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Ha ha, y'all ready for this?
Y'all go head and turn it on up
Ha
Writer: Brantley Keith Gilbert
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Macon, Georgia is the tenth studio album by American country music artist Jason Aldean. It is a double album, with the first half, Macon, released on November 12, 2021, and Georgia, the second half, released on April 22, 2022.
Performed By:
Jason AldeanGenre(s): Country, country rock
Producer(s): Michael Knox, Chris Stephens
Released: November 12th, 2021
Year: 2021