Kenny Chesney - When The Sun Goes Down Lyrics
There Goes My Life
All he could think about was I'm too young for this.
Got my whole life ahead.
Hell I'm just a kid myself.
How'm I gonna raise one.
All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.
So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.
Oh well, those plans are long gone.
[Chorus:]
And he said,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
Might as well kiss it all good-bye.
There goes my life.......
A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.
That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.
Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl.
Momma's waiting to tuck her in,
As she fumbles up those stairs.
She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear.
Sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncin' curls.
[Chorus:]
He smiles.....
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you, daddy good-night.
There goes my life.
She had that Honda loaded down.
With Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American Express.
He checked the oil and slammed the hood, said you're good to go.
She hugged them both and headed off to the West Coast.
[Chorus:]
And he cried,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you.
Baby good-bye.
There goes my life.
There goes my life.
Baby good-bye.
Writer: NEIL THRASHER, WENDELL MOBLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Major Bob Music, Inc. / Rio Bravo Music, Inc. / Castle Bound Music, Inc. / Hanna Bea Songs, BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing
I Go Back
"Jack and Diane" painted a picture of my life and my dreams
Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me
Well I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
Cause everytime I hear that song
I go back to a two ton shortbed chevy
Drivin' my first love out to the levy
Livin' life with no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a 50 yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in it's tracks
Everytime I hear that song
I go back, I go back
I used to rock all night long to "Keep On Rockin Me Baby"
Frat parties, college bars, just tryin to impress the ladies
Well I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
Cause everytime I hear that song
I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
And the tatse of salt on a carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin' goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin the summer fade to fall
Growing up too fast and I do recall
Wishin' time would stop right in it's tracks
Everytime I hear that song
I go back, I go back
We all have a song that some how stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time
So I go back to a pew, preacher, and a choir
Singin' about god, brimstone and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken after church
And I go back to the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
Now "Only The Good Die Young" stops me in my tracks
And everytime I hear that song
I go back, I go back
To the feel of a 50 yard line, a blanket, a girl and some raspberry wine
I go back
To watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
I go back
To the loss of a real good friend and the sixteen summers I shared with him
I go back, I go back, I go back
Writer: KENNETH CHESNEY, KENNETH A. CHESNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
When the Sun Goes Down
Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night
Chorus:
Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it's nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be back for more
Chorus:
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin
When the sun goes down,we'll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it's time to play
Repeat chorus
Writer: Brett James
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
The Woman With You
She hit the door 6:55 sack full of groceries split down the side.
Can goods scattered all the way to the curb.
Look on her face saying don't say a word.
So, it's me and her and a can of beans sitting there on the front porch swing.
Western sky all turning red.
Head on my shoulder she sighed and said:
Been gopherin', chaufferin', company chairmen.
Coffee maker, copy repairman.
Anymore there ain't nothin' I swear man that I don't do.
Been juggling, struggling, closing big deals.
Dancing backwards in high heels.
Just when it feels like I can't make it through.
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you
She said the girl I was with the business degree probably wouldn't recognize me.
I was gonna run the bank.
I was gonna run the map.
Now all I want to run is a bubble bath.
Back then you know I had this plan.
Before all of this reality set in.
Here comes life boy ready or not.
Hey I wanted it all and that's what I got.
'Cause I'm gopherin', chaufferin', company chairmen.
Coffee maker, copy repairman.
Anymore there ain't nothin' I swear man that
I don't do.
Been juggling, struggling, closing big deals.
Dancing backwards in high heels.
Just when it feels like I can't make it through.
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you.
She said I'm gopherin', chaufferin', company chairmen.
Coffee maker, copy repairman.
Anymore there ain't nothin' I swear man that I don't do.
Been juggling, struggling, closing big deals.
Dancing backwards in high heels.
Just when it feels like I can't make it through.
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman the woman with you.
La, la, la, la, la, la
The woman with you
Writer: CRAIG MICHAEL WISEMAN, DAVID RAY FRASIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Some People Change
His old man was a rebel yeller,
Bad boy to the bone, he'd say,
Can't trust a color'd feller
He'd judge em by the tone of their skin,
He was raised to think like his dad,
Narrow mind and full of hate,
On the road to nowhere fast,
Till the grace of God got in the way,
Then he saw the light,
and hit his knees and cried and said a prayer,
Rose up a brand new man, left the old one right there,
(Chorus:)
Here's to the strong thanks to the brave,
Don't give up hope, some people change,
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way, some people change,
She was born with her mothers habit,
guess you could say it's in her blood,
She hates that she's gotta have it,
She feels her glass up,
She'd love to kill that bottle,
But All she could think about is a,
Better life a second chance,
And everyone she's lettin down,
She throws that bottle down,
(Chorus:)
Here's to the strong thanks to the brave,
Don't give up hope, some people change,
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way, some people change,
Thank God for those who make it,
Let them be the light,
(Chorus)
Some people change,
Here's to the strong thanks to the brave,
Don't give up hope, some people change,
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way, some people change, yea
Some people change
Some people change
Some people change
Some people change
Writer: MICHAEL DULANEY, NEIL THRASHER, JASON SELLERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Anything But Mine
Walking along beneath the lights of that miracle mile
Me and Mary making our way into the night
You can hear the cries from the carnival rides
The pinball bells, and the skee ball slides
Watching the summer sun fall out of sight
There's a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean
Making it's way past the hotel walls to fill the street
Mary is holding both of her shoes in her hand
Said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet
And in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
And I don't see how you could ever be
Anything but mine
There's a local band playing at the seaside pavilion
And I got just enough cash to get us in
And as we are dancing, Mary's wrapping her arms around me
And I can feel the sting of summer on my skin
In the midst of the music
I tell her I love her
And we both laugh, 'cause we know it isn't true
Oh, but Mary, there's a summer drawing to an end tonight
And there's so much that I long to do to you
But in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
And I don't see how you could ever be
Anything but mine
Ooh
And in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
And I don't see how you could ever be
Anything but mine
Mary, I don't see how you could ever be
Anything but mine
Ooh
Ooh
In the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
Hey, I don't see how you could ever be
Anything but mine
Writer: Scooter Carusoe
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
Keg in the Closet
We had a dog named Bocephus? living in the front yard he liked sleeping out on the top of
the car he?d drink beer out of the mason jar and he climb up on everyone and beg
A white frame house, a college town, a bunch of people always hanging around, no real
problems we need to drown but we tried our best anyway, we went to class just to pass the time
back in eighty nine
[Chorus:]
We had a Keg in the closet pizza on the floor left over from the night before where
we were going we didn?t really care we had all we ever wanted in that keg in the closet
This old guitar taught me how to score right there on the Lambda Chi porch, Mary Ann taught
me a little more one what you cant have, sweatshirts and flag football, spring breaks down in
panama, for a while we had it all we never dreamed it wouldn?t last, we went to class just to
pass the time back in eighty nine
[Chorus:]
We had a Keg in the closet pizza on the floor left over from the night before where
we were going we didn?t really care we had all we ever wanted in that keg in the closet
We all kind of went our separate ways, but I swear it seems like yesterday
[Chorus:]
We had a Keg in the closet pizza on the floor left over from the night before where
we were going we didn?t really care we had all we ever wanted in that keg in the closet
Writer: Brett James, Kenneth Chesney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
When I Think About Leaving
You know sometimes me and my lady have these crazy fights
And when we do, it makes me wonder if we’re even gonna get it right
(Chorus)
When I think about leaving, I think about me
What my life would be like if I were back to being free
Where I wanna go, what I wanna do
I wouldn’t have a soul I’d have to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I’ve got a friend and him and his wife just couldn’t see eye to eye
He had all he could stand one day and just packed up and said "goodbye"
(Chorus)
When I think about leaving I think about him
And that little apartment ‘cross town he’s living in
Got an old Corvette got a new girlfriend but he only sees his kids every other weekend
When I think about leaving, oh I think about him
I never will forget her face on the day she told me about her dad
How he walked out on her mom when she was just a kid
(Chorus)
When I think about leaving, oh I think about her
Only five years old and her heart filled up with hurt
With her little arms wrapped around his neck
Saying "Daddy where you goin’? Are you comin’ back?"
When I think about leaving, oh I think about her
You know the truth is most of the time things are really great
And I know we’ve got something special
(Chorus)
When I think about leaving, I think about us
How we’re building this love we share on faith and trust
The honest way we talk, the tender way we touch
All those nights we spent makin’ love
When I think about leaving, oh I think about us
(Chorus)
When I think about leaving, oh I think again
Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then
In my heart I know I would never leave
There’s nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
When I think about leaving, I think again
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving, I think again
Writer: RORY LEE N FEEK, TIMOTHY JON N JOHNSON, PAUL LESTER OVERSTREET
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Being Drunks a Lot Like Loving You
Well I drank til I stumbled
I drank til I fell
When the drunk part was over it hurt me like hell
Now I know about drinking so I know one things true
Being drunk's a lot like loving you
Cuz I loved til I stumbled
I loved til I fell
When the loving was over it hurt me like hell
Now I know what a taste of the wrong love can do
Being drunk's a lot like loving you
[Chorus]
And I've woke up some mornings and sworn off the drink
At that I've done reasonably well I think
But I haven't done well swearing off you and me
At that I've felt miserably
Well I've felt the hangover of loving all night
I've sat at the bar all alone in a fight
I've bottled up feelings and poured 'em out too
Being drunk's a lot like loving you
[Chorus]
And I've woke up some mornings and sworn off the drink
At that I've done reasonably well I think
But I haven't done well swearing off you and me
At that I've felt miserably
Well I drank til I stumbled
I loved til I fell
When the drunk part was over love hurt me like hell
Now I know about drinking so I know one things true
Being drunk's a lot like loving you
Though I know what a taste of the wrong love can do
Sometimes I still get drunk loving you.
Writer: DONALD EWING II, KENNETH CHESNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Outta Here
Lets leave town on a permanent vacation, lock up the house, pack up the station wagon, make
paradise our final destination, as long as we're outta here
There aint no time like the present day sail, lets cruise all the way down A1A, put the top
down, and catch a few rays, baby we'll be outta here
Any where you want to go, as long as its sunny weather, let the time fly by i dont mind, as
long as we're together
South of the border there's a place i know where james taylor sang about mexico and the suns
so hot we'll foget to go home, baby we'll be outta here
Any where you want to go as long as its sunny weather, let the time fly by, i dont mind, as
long we're together
Baby drive through the county down to the lake, see if the catfish are jumpin set out bait,
and if we come up dry we'll just sleep in late, atleast we'll be outta here
As long as we're outta here, baby lets get outta here
Outta here
Come on baby lets get outta here, cruise down A1A, hang out in key west a little while
Writer: JOSH LEO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Old Blue Chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair
From that chair I've cought a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start
I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair
That chair was my bed one New Year's night
When I passed out from too much Cruzan and diet
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear, got em all sitting right there
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
Writer: KENNETH CHESNEY, KENNETH A. CHESNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Live Those Songs
Saw him sittin on a sidewalk in Fresno
Braided hair and a tye-dyed t-shirt on
Talkin to himself about Vietnam
About the tour he did and the deal he got
He said this world ain't the same if you ask me.
If I could be somewhere else, I'd tell you where I'd
be
I'd be rollin' on a river with Credence
Stealin' kisses from Peggy Sue
I'd be knee-deep in sand on a Panama beach
In the spring of '72
I'd be wastin' away on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll in
He said what I wouldn't give just to live those songs
again.
Saw him workin' the counter at Walgreens
With a new haircut and a Bachelor's Degree
Talkin' to himself about his raw deal
Cussin' Uncle Sam and the GI bill
He said This world ain't the same if you ask me
If I could be somewhere else, I'd tell you where I'd
be
I'd be rollin' on a river with Credence
Stealin' kisses from Peggy Sue
I'd be knee-deep in sand on a Panama beach
In the spring of '72
I'd be wastin' away on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll in
He said what I wouldn't give just to live those songs
again.
He said This world ain't the same if you ask me
If I could be somewhere else, I'd tell you where I'd
be
I'd be rollin' on a river with Credence
Stealin' kisses from Peggy Sue
I'd be knee-deep in sand on a Panama beach
In the spring of '72
I'd be wastin' away on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll in
He said what I wouldn't give just to live those songs
again.
Writer: CHRIS BAIN, COLE DEGGES, DAVID LOWE
Copyright: Lyrics © CAROL VINCENT & ASSOC LLC
What I Need to Do
I keep tellin' myself this is the right thing to do
I was wastin' her time, waitin' on dreams that just weren't comin' true
And this old highway seems to understand
Leadin' me on to somewhere that no one knows my name
I got the window rolled down, I got the radio up
I'm doin' all that I can to get my mind off us
What I need to do is turn this car around
Drive as fast as I can til I see the lights of our hometown
And run to her, take her in my arms
Make her see how sorry I am, well that shouldn't be so hard
But I drive on, and on, and on
Eighty-seven more miles gets me into Baton Rogue
There's a buddy of mine who says he might find some work that I can do
Or maybe head up north to Knoxville, Tennessee
I know my baby sister, has got a couch where I can sleep
Now the sun's goin' down on my broken heart
Lord, I gotta go back before I get too far
What I need to do is turn this car around
Drive as fast as I can til I see the lights of our hometown
And run to her, take her in my arms
Make her see how sorry I am, well that shouldn't be so hard
But I drive on, and on, and on
But I drive on
Yes I drive on, and on, and on
Knowin' what I need to do
Girl, I'm comin' home to you
Knowin' what I need to do
Girl I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you
Knowin' what I need to do...
Writer: Tom Damphier, William C Luther
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Please Come to Boston
Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends
And they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
On the sidewalk
And by a cafe where
I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy you come home to me"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down?
Boston ain't your kind of town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me"
"I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee"
Please come to Denver to see the snowfall
Move up into the mountains
So far that we can't be found
And throw I love you echoes
Down the canyons
And then lie awake at night
'Til they come back around
Please come to Denver
She said, "No, boy you come home to me"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down?
Denver ain't your kind of town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me"
"I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee"
Now that drifter's world, goes round and round
And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop
And of all the dreams
I've lost and found
And all that I ain't got
I need someone to cling to
Somebody I can sing to
Please come to L.A. to live forever
A California life alone
Is just too hard to live
I live in a house that, looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars
That fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to L.A.
She said, "Boy you come home to me"
She said, "Hey ramblin' boy
Why don't you settle down?
L.A. ain't your kind of town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me"
"I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee
I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee"
Writer: DAVID LOGGINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group