Luke Bryan - Mind Of A Country Boy Lyrics
Mind of A Country Boy
Is the trickle charger hooked up to the boat?
Is the pattern right on my turkey choke?
Are them Appaloosa cats gonna bite?
If they do, are we fryin' 'em tonight?
Is the price of corn gonna turn around?
Is diesel cheaper two exits down?
Are we drinking beer at the bar
Or shooting whiskey down on the farm?
Does she like old school Alabama or mamas, don't let your babies?
Is it farmers' market roses or a handful of dirt road daisies?
Ooh, are them stars lined up just right
Ooh, for stealing me a kiss tonight
That's what weighs on
That's what stays on
The mind of a country boy
Do I sell my truck or do I trade it in?
Is it a muck boot night or my gator skins?
A honky tonk or the river bend?
This back and forth don't ever end
Is it a trout line tied to a boat dock
Or a cane pole on a bream bed?
Is it a Humpback 12 or my daddy's ol' 20?
Has my best bird dog been fed?
Ooh, I'm loving this life I live
Ooh, it damn sure don't get better than this
That's what weighs on
That's what stays on
The mind of a country boy
Ooh, is daddy ever gonna slow down?
Ooh, there he is, calling me right now
Does she like old school Alabama or mamas, don't let your babies?
Is it farmers' market roses or a handful of dirt road daisies?
Ooh, are them stars lined up just right
Ooh, for stealing me a kiss tonight
That's what I was raised on
That's what weighs on
That's what stays on
The mind of a country boy
The mind of a country boy
The mind of a country boy
The mind of a country boy
The good ol' mind of a country boy
Writer: Ben Hayslip, Dallas Davidson, Luke Bryan, Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love You, Miss You, Mean It
We were small-town meant to be
My mama loved her, her daddy loved me
We'd burned up the room between her house and mine
We kiss in her driveway
And by the time I hit the highway
She called to tell me goodnight one more time
And she'd say, "Love you, miss you, mean it
Boy, I'll see you when I'm dreamin'
I can't wait to feel you hold me again
'Til then I'll be countin' down the minutes
I'll be climbin' up these walls
Your kiss, I want it, need it
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby"
When graduation came
UGA was callin' her name
We thought two hundred miles wasn't nothin' we couldn't get through
But after that first fall
The time got longer between the calls
And I couldn't help but wonder what happened to
My little love you, miss you, mean it
Girl, I'll see you when I'm dreamin'
I can't wait to feel you hold me again
'Til then I'll be countin' down the minutes
I'll be climbin' up these walls
Your kiss, I want it, need it
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby, yeah
The years went by
The pages got turned
But I never did forget about her
Late one night out of the blue
My phone lit up and my heart did too
She said, "I don't know about you
But I love you, miss you, meant it
I still see you when I'm dreamin'
I just wanna feel you hold me again
And I've been countin' down the minutes
I'll keep climbin' up these walls
Your kiss, I want it, need it
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby"
(Love you, miss you, mean it)
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby
(Love you, miss you, mean it)
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby
Writer: Ben Hayslip, Jacob Rice, Jordan Minton, Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Country Song Came On
Another long, hard working day gone
Time to pack it up and head on home
Sun's gonna rise and I know I've gotta do it all over again
There's only two ways through this town
And I don't ever take the other way around
I see the lights and I slow down, it's like they pull me in
I was gonna drive by, wasn't gonna stop
Then my old truck found a front row spot
Gonna drop in but I wasn't gonna stay
Then I heard a barstool calling my name
Wasn't gonna let the bar twist my arm
But I'm helpless in a honky tonk
Said I wasn't gonna drink
And then a country song came on
I was almost one boot out of the door
When the band kicked in two, three, four
Blame it on ETC for keeping that neon burning on me
I was gonna drive by, wasn't gonna stop
Then my old truck found a front row spot
Gonna drop in but I wasn't gonna stay
Then I heard a barstool calling my name
Wasn't gonna let the bar twist my arm
But I'm helpless in a honky tonk
Said I wasn't gonna drink
And then a country song came on, yeah
I was gonna get a good night's sleep
And then a country song came on
Save it for the end of the week
But then a country song came on
I was gonna drive by, wasn't gonna stop
Then my old truck found a front row spot
Gonna drop in but I wasn't gonna stay
Then I heard an old flame calling my name
Wasn't gonna let the bar twist my arm
But I'm helpless in a honky tonk
Said I wasn't gonna drink
And then a country song came on
I wasn't gonna drink
Then a country song came on
No, I wasn't gonna drink
Yeah, a country song came on
Writer: Dan Alley, Neil Medley, Ryan Beaver
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Pair Of Boots
Real Tree wrapping paper
Red ribbon around the box
Pulled 'em out and I put 'em on
Couldn't tell you what else I got
Yeah, I thought I was ten-foot tall
Running 'round the living room
If you ask me, the best thing anybody could ever do
Buy a boy a pair of boots
He'll wear 'em till he wears 'em out
He won't know it yet
But he's a step ahead 'fore they ever hit the ground
Watch him put 'em on and see the man he grows into
Buy a boy a pair of boots
He'll dance 'em like he's got two left ones
Keep the right one full of lead
Kick up dust on a Friday night
With the worst part of his Sunday best
He'll be shakin' in 'em while he's waitin' in 'em
As she walks down wearin' that white
For better or worse
He'll kick 'em off by hers for the rest of his life
Buy a boy a pair of boots
He'll wear 'em till he wears 'em out
He won't know it yet
But he's a step ahead 'fore they ever hit the ground
Watch him put 'em on and see the man he grows into
Buy a boy a pair of boots
First thing I did when I found out he was on the way
Is drove my truck to the country store
Picked out them baby snakes
Eighty-something dollars on the counter
A couple of tears in my eyes
Yeah, I knew right then how daddy felt
When he bought mine
Buy a boy a pair of boots
He'll wear 'em till he wears 'em out
He won't know it yet
But he's a step ahead 'fore they ever hit the ground
Watch him put 'em on and see the man he grows into
Buy a boy a pair of boots
Buy a boy a pair of boots
Writer: Bobby Pinson, Jaxson Free, Taylor Delmar Phillips, Tofer Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
But I Got A Beer In My Hand
That old familiar, meant to kill ya, middle finger, rearview mirror
Supposed to make a country boy sad
I should be in my recliner, whiskey typing up one liners
Crying, trying to get you back
Yeah, I know how that country song goes
I'm supposed to be heartbroke
But I got a beer in my hand, and I got it raised up high
I ain't got a give in my damn right, I can do this all night
Country done came to town, this town don't stand a chance
I'll holler at the ladies, dancing like crazy
New Luccheses, fresh up out the deer stand
Feeling this high, wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't even gonna try
But I got a beer in my hand
The bands playing David Lee Murphy, party crowd, it's party thirty
Lawdy mercy, I'm feelin' good
And I'm bettin' you're bettin', that I'm a wreck and you reckon
I'll call you up any second and I would
But I got a beer in my hand, and I got it raised up high
I ain't got a give in my damn right, I can do this all night
Country done came to town, this town don't stand a chance
I'll holler at the ladies, dancing like crazy
New Luccheses, fresh up out the deer stand
Feeling this high wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't even gonna try
But I got a beer in my hand
I meant to miss you
Oops, my bad
I meant to be blue
But I got a beer in my hand, and I got it raised up high
I ain't got a give in my damn right, I'm gon' do this all night
Country done came to town, this town don't stand a chance
I'll holler at the ladies, dancing like crazy
New Luccheses, fresh up out the deer stand
Feeling this high wasn't part of my plan
Wasn't even gonna try
But I got a beer in my hand
But I got a beer in my hand
But I got a beer in my hand
Writer: Geoffrey Elliott Warburton, Matt Dragstrem, Richard Chase Mcgill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kansas
They say it's patient, they say it's kind
I know I don't come close to it most of the time
It ain't easy, can drive you insane
It's one little word that's so hard to explain
But when I say it to you, girl, this is what it means
To a blue jean, boot wearing, good ol' boy like me
If it's red dirt, I'll give you Georgia
Every mile of every backroad
If it's a shoreline, I'll give you California
Every wave crashing on that gold coast
If it's a mountain, girl, I'll give you Colorado
I'll do anything for ya, baby, God knows
I don't know what love is, don't understand it
But if it's a wheat field, I'll give you Kansas
I know it sounds crazy but baby, it's true
Whatever it is, I promise I'll give it to you
Without thinking or blinking an eye
'Cause you give me the whole world with one little smile, so
If it's red dirt, I'll give you Georgia
Every mile of every backroad
If it's a shoreline, I'll give you California
Every wave crashing on that gold coast
If it's a mountain, girl, I'll give you Colorado
I'll do anything for ya, baby, God knows
I don't know what love is, don't understand it
But if it's a wheat field, I'll give you Kansas
Yeah, when I say it to you, girl, this is what it means
To a blue jean, boot wearing, good ol' boy like me
If it's red dirt, I'll give you Georgia
Every mile of every backroad
If it's a shoreline, I'll give you California
Every wave crashing on that gold coast
If it's a mountain, girl, I'll give you Colorado
I'll do anything for ya, baby, God knows
I don't know what love is, don't understand it
But if it's a wheat field, I'll give you Kansas
I don't know what love is
Can't say I really understand it
Oh, but girl, if it's a wheat field
I'll give you Kansas
Writer: Hillary Lee Lindsey, Matt Dragstrem, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Country On
Hey, farmboy, keep droppin' that plow
Balin' that hay, feedin' them cows
From the rooster crow 'til another long day is gone
Country on
Hey big rig, keep clockin' them miles
Pullin' that horn, makin' us smile
Rollin' that load down the road all night long
Country on
Hey cowboy, keep slingin' that rope
Eatin' that dirt, wearin' that gold
Break a leg rodeo, but just don't break no bones
Country on
Hey barkeep, how 'bout another round?
Keep the neon lit in this crazy town
Just pour a little more
Country on
Country on
Yeah
Country on
Hey fireman, boys and girls in blue
We could sure use a lot more like you
You come runnin' in any time anything goes wrong
Country on
Hey soldier, wherever you might be
Hats off to keepin' us free
All our thoughts and prayers 'til you get back home
Country on
Hey hometown, keep throwin' that ball
Raise 'em outside, hang a fish on the wall
They only stay little so long, so love 'em up strong
Country on
I say, "Hey, hey, USA
We ain't seen our better days"
Hell nah, hey y'all
Country on
Country on
Hey Nashville, keep bendin' them strings
Diggin' for gold, chasin' them dreams
Keep on with your songs 'til the whole world's singin' along
Country on
I say, "Hey, hey, USA
We ain't seen our better days"
Hell nah, hey y'all
Country on
Country on and on and on and on and on
Country on and on and on
Country on (oh, country on)
Keep keepin' on and on and on and on and on
Country on and on and on
Country on
Yeah, country on
Woo
Yeah, country on and on and on
On and on
(Keep puttin' that country on)
Country on
Country on and on and on and on and on
Country on and on and on
Country on
Country on and on and on and on and on
Writer: Mark Nesler, Mitchell Edward Oglesby, Styles Nathan Haury, David R. Frasier
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fish On The Wall
You're shaking like a live oak leaf, missing your first deer
Seven years old, fighting back the tears
Next thing you know, it's your senior year
Saying you can't wait till you're out of here
Wintergreen Skoal in a console cup
Cut a bunch of yards so you can jack it up
Spinning them wheels in your Chevrolet
Digging down deep in the Georgia clay
My girl in a twelve foot boat, blue eyes and a red sunset
Heading down some way backroad, back tires still soaking wet
Wind blowing that cloud of dust, plow disc all worn and rusty
Running wide-open on empty, yeah, that was life
Back when life was a new country song, it was duck dogs and football
We didn't have much, but we had it all
Try to steal a kiss and put a fish on the wall
Now I'm watching my boys backlash a line
The muscadine don't fall far from the vine
Spinner bait hung in a cypress tree
Man, I swear they're just like me when it was
My girl in a twelve foot boat, blue eyes and a red sunset
Heading down some way backroad, back tires still soaking wet
Wind blowing that cloud of dust, plow disc all worn and rusty
Running wide-open on empty, yeah, that was life
Back when life was a new country song, it was duck dogs and football
We didn't have much, but we had it all
Try to steal a kiss and put a fish on the wall
Man, it's something to see
Them holding up their first ten-pounder
And if they're lucky as me
They'll catch and thank the Lord you found her
My girl in a twelve foot boat, blue eyes and a red sunset
Heading down some way backroad, back tires still soaking wet
Wind blowing that cloud of dust, plow disc all worn and rusty
Running wide-open on empty, yeah, that was life
Back when life was a new country song, it was duck dogs and football
We didn't have much, but we had it all
Try to steal a kiss and put a fish on the wall
We didn't have much, but we had it all
Try to steal a kiss and put a fish on the wall
Writer: Ben Johnson, Chris Tompkins, Dallas Davidson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
She's Still Got It
That '97 Celica, rhinestone-studded jeans
Tattoo on her wrist, Waylon with the wings
Homecoming runner-up crown she wore
That nine to five job she don't want no more
Million-dollar smile drives all the boys wild
When she walks through the door
She's still got it, she never lost it
The key to your heart's in her back pocket
Still got her number, but you never call it
'Cause you burned a bridge and can't get back across it
Saturday night, yeah, you saw her downtown
Out with somebody, way over you now
And you caught her eye, she kinda waved as she walked away
Yeah, you couldn't say it
But everybody 'round here knows you damn sure thought it
She's still got it
That bucked off a pony as a kid little scar on her chin
Drunk singin' along to Still Make Cheyenne
Falling like the stars in the bed of your truck
That wildfire look that always lit you up
Yeah, and it still does
She's still got it, she never lost it
The key to your heart's in her back pocket
Still got her number, but you never call it
'Cause you burned a bridge and can't get back across it
Saturday night, yeah, she looked like an angel
There in the neon, peeling the label
You caught her eye, she kinda waved as she walked away
Yeah, you couldn't say it
But everybody 'round here knows you damn sure thought it
She's still got it
She's still got it
She's still got everything that made you love her from the start
Everything that makes you hate it fell apart
She's still got it, she never lost it
The key to your heart's in her back pocket
Still got her number, but you never call it
'Cause you burned a bridge and can't get back across it
Saturday night, she looked better than ever
And that made you think, baby, never say never
You caught her eye, she kinda waved as she walked away
Yeah, you couldn't say it
But everybody 'round here knows you damn sure thought it
She's still got it
She's still got it
She's still got it
Writer: Heather Morgan, Jim McCormick, Rodney Clawson, William L. Bundy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Closing Time In California
It must be closing time in California
They must be shuttin' down the sunset bars
That's the only time that I hear from ya
Before my world lights up and yours goes dark
And there's a Western wave that called you out there
There's a Southern voice that wants you back
Can almost smell the smoke and cheap tequila
While I'm about to pour my coffee black
I've been tryin' to forget
And you've been tryin' not to miss
Me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
There's a ghost that dances in the driveway
In a dress that hit this hard pine floor
Bet you're still in heels in your bed, sideways
Wishin' I was there to keep you warm
Damn, I wish that I was too, yeah, Lord
I've been tryin' to forget
You've been tryin' not to miss
Me and move on
It must be closing time in California
Baby, cut me off or come back home
Come back home
Come back home, yeah, yeah
I guess we never got the timin' right
Yeah, it's 3 on your wall and 5 on mine
It must be closing time in California
If what you went to find just ain't out there
Then it's closing time in California
And baby, Tennessee ain't gon' nowhere
Writer: CHASE MCGILL, HILLARY LINDSEY, MARK L. HOLMAN, JOHN BYRON CALTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
For The Kids
Big backyard with a fence around it
Right next to the best school in the county
Sold the car and financed a Tahoe with a third row
All week, you're running from dance to baseball
The dinner you fixed gets cold while I take a call
You're tired all the time
I'm tired all the time
For the kids, I go to work, you stay at home
Do what we do just to get through and watch them grow
We fill this house with love
But somehow lose it between us
We swore we'd never end up like this
Married for the kids
We can tell that somethin' don't feel right
Try to talk it out on Wednesday date night
But always end up in some kind of big fight
Don't even know why
I guess I just miss my blue jean baby
And you miss your Friday night man
We keep holding on
'Cause we gotta be strong
For the kids, I go to work, you stay at home
Do what we do just to get through and watch them grow
We fill this house with love
But somehow lose it between us
We swore we'd never end up like this
Married for the kids
For the kids, we stay up crying all night long
But in my arms, I know it's right where you belong
We fill this house with love
It begins and ends with us
Baby, there ain't nothing we can't fix
I know you don't want it and I don't want it like this
Married for the kids
Married for the kids
Writer: Brad Francis Tursi, Justin Allen Ebach, Luke Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Southern and Slow
I need to find a country station
Where the DJ's heart is breakin'
Playin' Jones and Merle and Waylon all damn day
I'm so sick of doin' ninety
Need a road that's so damn windy
Leads to somewhere no one finds this Chevrolet
I need slow and southern
Like a Sunday
Like muddy water rollin' by a riverbank
Like some sleepy little town, down with the moon
Livin' like honey drippin' off a spoon
Like the sun that takes an hour to get behind the water tower
'Bout the speed of watchin' wildflowers grow
Ain't but two ways this old boy's gonna go
Slow and southern, southern and slow
Yeah, I'm over wild ass women
Gettin' gone in a New York minute
Ah, but girl, somethin' tells me that ain't you (that ain't you)
I wanna take my sweet time
Like the slow buzz of that sweet shine
Nothin' keeps me high quite like you do (like you do)
When you love me
Slow and southern
Like a Sunday
Like muddy water rollin' by a riverbank
Like some sleepy little town, down with the moon
Livin' like honey drippin' off a spoon
Like the sun that takes an hour to get behind the water tower
'Bout the speed of watchin' wildflowers grow
Ain't but two ways this old boy's gonna go
Slow and southern, southern and slow, southern and slow
Southern and slow, yeah
Whoa-oh,, girl, right now that's all I'm needin'
Whoa-oh, just take me there and keep it
Slow and southern
Like a Sunday
Like muddy water rollin' by a riverbank
Like some sleepy little town, down with the moon
Livin' like honey drippin' off a spoon
Like the sun that takes an hour to get behind the water tower
'Bout the speed of watchin' wildflowers grow
Ain't but two ways this old boy's gonna go
Slow and southern, southern and slow, yeah
Southern and slow
Southern and slow
Writer: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Richard Chase Mcgill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'm On A Tractor
I watch the sunrise
And the morning dew dry
Chugging alongside some ol' fence line
I take a sip of coffee from a Thermos
Nobody knows where I'm at but she does
I'm on a tractor, blowing smoke, sitting high in the seat
God and me going 'round and 'round
Slowing it down, getting lost and loving that sound
So if you call and I don't answer
I'm on a tractor
Ride up where the green hills roll
Make a pass where the cattails grow
If the world ended right now
I'd be the last to know
'Cause I'm on a tractor, blowing smoke, sitting high in the seat
God and me going 'round and 'round
Slowing it down, getting lost and loving that sound
So if you call and I don't answer
I'm on a tractor
Where I go to think
About trying not to think
Stronger than a drug
Better than a drink
Yeah, I'm on a tractor
I'm on a tractor, blowing smoke, sitting high in the seat
God and me going 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
Getting lost and loving it
I'm on a tractor blowing smoke, sitting high in the seat
God and me going 'round and 'round
Slowing it down, getting lost and loving that sound
So if you call and I don't answer
I'm on a tractor
I'm on a tractor
Writer: Lee Thomas Miller, Neil Thrasher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Jesus 'Bout My Kids
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
The same way that my mom and daddy did
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Now I talk to Jesus 'bout my kids
When they're born, you dive right in
Trying like hell to get 'em born again
Pull out them Bible stories, then you stumble your way through
You do your best to steer 'em straight
Tell 'em 'bout who He is and ain't
And answer all their questions
Even though you've got some too
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
How He lived and died and rose again
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Now I talk to Jesus 'bout my kids
You lose your grip the more they grow
They won't listen 'cause they think they know
And you watch 'em going down a dead-end road
And you can't stop 'em
Lord, please watch 'em
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Pray they'd find Him sooner than I did
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Now I talk to Jesus 'bout my kids
Guide 'em as they go
'Cause if anyone does, You know
Along the straight and narrow
All the places they could fall
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
He knew and loved 'em long before I did
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Now I talk to Jesus 'bout my kids
I used to talk to my kids about Jesus
Now I talk to Jesus 'bout my kids
Writer: Ben Stennis, Brad Rempel, Jeff Hyde, Tucker Beathard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.