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Michael Ray - Michael Ray Lyrics






Kiss You In The Morning

Them jeans are faded
In all the right places
You got me hanging on tight to your curves like little E races
Girl your funky little back beat has got me
Feel like I'm tipsy
And I ain't even had a drink

[Chorus:]
I wanna kiss you in the parking lot
Under the moonlight
Kiss you running red lights
Baby set the mood right
Just like everything you're doing to me right now
Is making me crazy
I wanna kiss you on the dance floor
Kiss you like a lets go, come on
Baby let me hear you say oh, oh
I wanna kiss you with the neon lights in your eyes glowing
Then I wanna kiss you in the morning
Yeah I wanna kiss you in the morning

Oh you little outlaw
Stealing my heart and all
When you drop it down low
Touch your toes girl
You know you just show it off
That little tattoo on your tan line, oh man
Pretty little butterfly
What else have you got to hide

[Chorus:]
I wanna kiss you in the parking lot
Under the moonlight
Kiss you running red lights
Baby set the mood right
Just like everything you're doing to me right now
Is making me crazy
I wanna kiss you on the dance floor
Kiss you like a lets go, come on
Baby let me hear you say oh, oh
I wanna kiss you with the neon lights in your eyes glowing
Then I wanna kiss you in the morning
Yeah I wanna kiss you in the morning

[Chorus:]
I wanna kiss you in the parking lot
Under the moonlight
Kiss you running red lights
Baby set the mood right
Just like everything you're doing to me right now
Is making me crazy
I wanna kiss you on the dance floor
Kiss you like a lets go, come on
Baby let me hear you say oh, oh
I wanna kiss you with the neon lights in your eyes glowing
Then I wanna kiss you in the morning, morning
Yeah I wanna kiss you in the morning

Yeah I wanna kiss you in the morning
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Writer: Justin Wilson, Larry Michael White
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Another Girl

She hung her halo up
And put her boots on
She got all prettied up
Rockin' in the mirror
To a country song

Girls in the driveway pickin' her up
She can hear that bass drum kickin'
All week long she been bottled up
Like a time bomb ticking

Aw, now look at her go
Sippin' on somethin'
On the way to the show
Flirtin' her way
To the front row

She got her moonlight wild side
Crazy coming out on a Friday night
Straight out of another world
She turns into another girl
You gotta stand back watch her move
One that the band's all singing to
Spin around like a tilt-a-whirl
I can't look at another girl
Another girl

When she's at her 9 to 5
No, she don't say much
She's a little shy tied
Don't ever hear her say much

Oh, if they could see her now
They wouldn't recognize her
Wearing some boys hat she just met
Holding up her beer like a lighter

She got her moonlight wild side
Crazy coming out on a Friday night
Straight out of another world
She turns into another girl
You gotta stand back watch her move
One that the band's all singing to
Spin around like a tilt-a-whirl
Yeah, I can't look at another girl
Another girl

Turns into another girl
There ain't ever been another girl
That can move me like she does
I can't take my eyes off of her

She got her moonlight wild side
Crazy coming out on a Friday night
Straight out of another world
She turns into another girl
You gotta stand back watch her move
One that the band's all singing to
Spin around like a tilt-a-whirl
I can't look at another girl

Yeah, look at her go
She's getting down in the front row
Yeah, do your thang girl
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Writer: RHETT AKINS, CHRIS DESTEFANO, ASHLEY GORLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Look Like This

You don't know what you're doin'
Or do ya
Got me sittin' over here
Wishin' that I knew ya
I ain't got ya yet
But I don't wanna lose ya
Gotta get a little closer to ya

And it starts with a look like this
In the dark like this
Got me thinkin' I should
Walk across the bar like this
Sayin' hey like this
Who you be here with
Nah, it doesn't really matter
We could leave like this
Get to know each other better
All night or whatever

Keeps your kiss
Feelin' good like this
And it starts with a buzz
And a look like this
Is it the song or how that neon's glowin'
Maybe I'm just caught up in the moment
But baby there ain't no real way of knowin'
Til we get goin'

And it starts with a look like this
In the dark like this
Got me thinkin' I should
Walk across the bar like this
Sayin' hey like this
Who you be here with
Nah, it doesn't really matter
We could leave like this
Get to know each other better
All night or whatever

The night ain't gettin' any younger
Let's get one thing leadin' to another
I don't know or care how this things ends
But it starts with a look like this
And a drink like this
And you movin' to a song
With a beat like this
Hittin' me like this
Like a midnight fix
Girl I got a feelin'
That you might like this

And it starts with a look like this
In the dark like this
Got me thinkin' I should
Walk across the bar like this
Sayin' hey like this
Who you be here with
Nah, it doesn't really matter
We could leave like this
Get to know each other better
All night or whatever
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Writer: MATT JENKINS, JIMMY ROBBINS, SHANE L MCANALLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Real Men Love Jesus

Real men love women
Fast cars and livin'
Out on the edge so far
They're gonna need forgivin'
Real men like football
Cowboys and outlaws
Can't help but fly so high
It's gonna hurt to fall

Like Saturday nights out on the town
Sunday morning coming down
A pretty girl out on the dance floor spinnin'
Round and round and round they go
Cold beer and a dirty hand
Calling home every chance they can
To say I love you
They don't need a reason

Real men love Jesus
And they love mama
If they can get more than forty hours
You know they gonna
They give it hell till they get it right
The kind every country girl's tryin' to find
Every girl's daddy's kinda guy
Ain't scared to pray, ain't scared to fight

They like Saturday nights out on the town
Sunday morning coming down
A pretty girl out on the dance floor spinnin'
Round and round and round they go
Cold beer and a dirty hand
Calling home every chance they can
To say I love you
They don't need a reason
Real men love Jesus

Real men love Jesus
They don't believe in leavin'
When the goin' gets tough
They just keep on keepin'

They like Saturday nights out on the town
Sunday morning coming down
A pretty girl out on the dance floor spinnin'
Round and round and round they go
Cold beer and a dirty hand
Calling home every chance they can
To say I love you
They don't need a reason
Real men love Jesus
Real men love Jesus
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Writer: ADAM SANDERS, BRAD WARREN, BRETT WARREN, LANCE MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing






Livin It Up

It ain't good for your soul to stay on cruise control
And let the good times pass you by
And it's been way too long since we carried on
So let's get off this painted pony ride
Hop a fence chase the wind to the wilder side

Start livin' it up, throwin' it down, here we go
Layin' it back, spinnin' it round, vertigo
Takin' it in, shakin' it out
Keepin' it real, keepin' it loud
Give me some gettin' it on, gettin' it down
Here we come, life is a blast, ain't it about
Livin' it up

We're bottled up like gasoline
One spark is all we need
To set if off and burn this mother down
Slam it into gear, do it up in here
Get all crazy like we own this town
If you're in say you're in, let me hear you now

Livin' it up, throwin' it down, here we go
Layin' it back, spinnin' it round, vertigo
Takin' it in, shakin' it out
Keepin' it real, keepin' it loud
Give me some gettin' it on, gettin' it down
Here we come, life is a blast, ain't it about
Livin' it up

Livin' it up, throwin' it down, here we go
Layin' it back, spinnin' it round, vertigo
Life is a blast, ain't it about

Livin' it up, throwin' it down, here we go
Layin' it back, spinnin' it round, vertigo
Takin' it in, shakin' it out
Keepin' it real, keepin' it loud
Give me some gettin' it on, gettin' it down
Here we come, life is a blast, ain't it about
Livin' it up
Livin' it up, yeah
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Writer: JASON SELLERS, JIMMY YEARY, MARTIN DODSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP






Run Away With You

Sometimes it feels just like you're so far away
Don't take the time to say the things we use to say
I can't remember the last time together
lost in each others eyes
It just ain't right
Come on baby let's leave tonight

I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
And live wide open
Set 'em on fire crazy like we use to do
Don't matter where we're going
Up on a mountain, down by the beach side
Til we find the love that we fell into
I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
I just wanna run away with you

I miss your midnight kiss
Loving you all night long
But this life's like a rip tide
And we're barely hanging on
Caught up in the worry and always in a hurry
And losing what we're all about
Slow it down
Take our love and get outta this town

I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
And live wide open
Set 'em on fire crazy like we use to do
Don't matter where we're going
Up on a mountain, down by the beach side
Til we find the love that we fell into
I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
I just wanna run away with you

Wanna lay you down
Hear nothing but the sound
Of my name on your lips
We can let it all go
Pull real close
Find that place again

I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
And live wide open
Set 'em on fire crazy like we use to do
Don't matter where we're going
Up on a mountain, down by the beach side
Til we find the love that we fell into
I just wanna run, I just wanna run away with you
I just wanna run away with you

I just wanna run away with you
I just wanna run away with you
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Writer: Michael Ray, John Rich
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Think A Little Less

Midnight's creepin' in, we know better
Than leaving here together
And in case you were wondering
You've never looked hotter
So why even bother
Looking at the reasons not to
Maybe we ought to

Kiss a little more
Think a little less
Burning up the night like a cigarette
And get you out of this bar
Out of that dress
And kiss a little more
And kiss a little more
Think a little less

When your friends start asking you
Look 'em in the eyes
Tell a white lie
How I dropped you off at home
And I walked you to the door
Nothing more
Tomorrow you can say we're just friends
But baby 'til then

Kiss a little more
Think a little less
Burning up the night like a cigarette
And get you out of this bar
Out of that dress
And kiss a little more
Kiss a little more
Think a little less

I'll go warm up the truck if you wanna hop in
Give you a minute or two
To say goodbye to your friends
Ain't gotta go home
But we gotta get gone
Cause we've already waited way too long to...

Kiss a little more
Think a little less
And do the only thing we've been thinking 'bout doing
Since the moment, girl, we met

Kiss a little more
Think a little less
Burning up the night like a cigarette
And get you out of this bar
Out of that dress
And kiss a little more
Kiss a little more

Kiss a little more
Think a little less
Burning up the night like a cigarette
And get you out of this bar
Out of that dress
And kiss a little more
Kiss a little more
Think a little less

Yeah, think a little less
Yeah, think a little less
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Writer: BARRY GEORGE DEAN, THOMAS AKINS, JON MARK NITE, JIMMY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, CYPMP






Wish I Was Here

Gimme me a boat, middle of may high of seventy-five
Gulf coast wind, reeling in something big on my line
Sunset dripping like a candle over the pier
And I'd wish I was here

Gimme a spot, barstool view, bulls eye up on the wall
Ring a smoke, anything goes, a quarter after last call
Halfway gone, petty song, all night long atmosphere
I'd wish I was here

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl my greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I'm shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
But then again I'd just wish I was here

Give me gasoline, seventeen, Carolina coastline
Or that fight song, 4th and long under Friday night lights
Take me back to glory days, any place, any year
I'd wish I was here

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl my greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I'm shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
But then again I'd just wish I was here

Gold street white lights when heaven says it's my turn
Calls me home, all I know, if I got to go first

Blue eyes all mine in my t-shirt
Sleepy head on my chest saying three words
Girl my greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I'm shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
I could kick up some dust on the road anywhere
But then again I'd just wish I was here
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Writer: NICOLLE ANNE GALYON, MATT JENKINS, NATHAN CHAPMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






This Love

I've had a midnight after some beers thing
I've had a getting late, maybe you should crash here thing
I've had an old flame, hometown good thing
We're reminiscing
Then we're kissing on the hood thing
I've danced out in the rain
Done all the thing that lovers do
But nothing else has ever held a candle to

This love is every feeling that I've ever felt
All mixed up and every girl I've ever held
Was almost so close, thought it was it
Thought it was good as it gets
But none of that was this love

I've felt my heart beat like a kick drum
I've had a friend of a friend try to fix me up
I've had a spring break, heartbreak sunset
A lot of nights that I thought I would never forget
But I forgot 'em when you walked in through that door
Everything has been erased that came before

This love is every feeling that I've ever felt
All mixed up and every girl I've ever held
Was almost so close, thought it was it
Thought it was good as it gets
But none of that was this love

I've had a long love, I've had a quick love
I've had a few things made me wanna quit love
I've had a good kiss, I've had a near miss
But everything I wanted
Got crossed off the list with this love
This love

This love is every feeling that I've ever felt
All mixed up and every girl I've ever held
Was almost so close, thought it was it
Thought it was good as it gets
But none of that was this love

This love
None of that was this love
This love
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Writer: ASHLEY GORLEY, RODNEY CLAWSON, LUKE BRYAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group






Drivin All Night

Wasn't nothing as pretty in Panama City as you
That's what I took away from that spring break that year
There wasn't no shortcut down to LSU
Oh but it wasn't like it was hard talking me into

Drivin' all night, drivin' all night
Drivin' like a bat outta hell
Cheap motels calling my name
No way I was stopping that Chevy
Red Bull keeping my left foot heavy
1, 1:30, 2, 2:30, 3 am, Steve Earle out Tom Petty back in
Bird dog working hard giving them blue lights away hey
Drivin' all night, drivin' all night
Drivin' all night just to hold you for a day

You're a rum runner kiss that I still get drunk on
And you're a text, you're a call that falls out of the blue
And you're a snapshot in my head and on my phone
And you ain't gotta ask twice, I'm already gone, girl I'm gone

Drivin' all night, drivin' all night
Drivin' like a bat outta hell
Cheap motels calling my name
No way I was stopping that Chevy
Red Bull keeping my left foot heavy
1, 1:30, 2, 2:30, 3 am, Steve Earle out Tom Petty back in
Bird dog working hard giving them blue lights away hey
Drivin' all night, drivin' all night
Drivin' all night just to hold you for a day

Girl you ain't never too outta the way
All you gotta do is say the word and I'll get to you
I'll keep rocking and rolling right on through

1, 1:30, 2, 2:30, 3 am, Steve Earle out Tom Petty back in
Bird dog working hard giving them blue lights away hey
Drivin' all night, drivin' all night
Drivin' all night just to hold you for a day
Keep me driving all night
Wasn't nothing as pretty in Panama City as you
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Writer: CASEY BEATHARD, MONTY CRISWELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Everything In Between

It's always when the street lights are blinking red
It's only when you're the only thing in my head
I don't know how you know but you know when I'm too far gone
It's always right when I wanna do something wrong

I hate when you call but I answer again
'Cause you don't give a damn that it's 2 am
'Tween the baby I need you, I wanna be closer
The truth in the morning, the moment it's over
It's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
But I love everything, everything, everything in between

I'm always just a place where you can crash
All you leave is your lipstick on a glass
Yeah the middle of the night is never enough
But it's enough to keep me hanging on
So I play along as long as you let me

I hate when you call but I answer again
'Cause you don't give a damn that it's 2 am
'Tween the baby I need you, I wanna be closer
The truth in the morning, the moment it's over
It's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
But I love everything, everything, everything in between

Yeah it's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
But I love everything, everything in between
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Writer: MATT JENKINS, ZACH CROWELL, JON NITE
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Somewhere South

I think about blazing heat
I think about small talk
I think about the trash piling up in the back of a truck on cinder blocks
I think about lawn chairs
Watermelon on a paper plate
I think about tea in a pitcher on a porch that's drowning in sugar cane
Oh I think I need to catch a plane

Somewhere south
Where when they open that smile
They smile, that long, slow drawl falls out
Where I can be me getting lost in a sea of a down home crowd
Oh, I gotta get back down, somewhere south

I think about stars and bars
I think about stubborn pride
And fighting over Fords and Chevy's
A war damn eagle
Or a crimson tide
And I think about amazing grace
And I think about raising hell
How walking that line's a bitch
Cause every momma's gotta switch in the bible belt
Oh I think I need to find myself

Somewhere south
Where when they open that smile
They smile, that long, slow drawl falls out
Where I can be me getting lost in a sea of a down home crowd
Oh, I gotta get back down, somewhere south

Like kudzu on those pines my heart stays wrapped around
My roots my truth my boots, they miss their stomping grounds
Think they wanna run right now, somewhere south

I think about a pretty girl
Wearing my grandma's ring
And I think about a baby boy
Carrying on my grandpa's name
And I think I wanna plant that dream

Somewhere south
Somewhere south
Somewhere south
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






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