I'm finally on the up and up
A little 401K
Traded in my trailer park
For a baby hood with a gate
We finally got a castle
Last one on the right, you can't miss it
Upgraded from the barbed wire
Now I got a nice picket
I can't play high class all day
But some things never change
I can't hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can't keep it clean on Sundays
And keep the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Car engine from a flowerbed
In a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinderblock
Duct tape on every other thing
Real ferns in the sunroom
Bug zapper by the screen
Dog hair on the restoration hardware
Who says you can't have nice things?
I can't hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can't keep my roots from showing
But I'm still dishwater blonde
And I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
New money, old habits
Loveseat in the plastic
Steak fingers in a basket
New money, old habits
I can't hide it in a closet
I can't stuff it in a trunk
I always know there's treasure buried somewhere in the junk
I can't keep it clean on Sundays
And keep the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Got more rooms than the Jones'
Y'all, and I'm still addin' on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
I'm finally on the up and up
I'm finally on the up and up
Up and up, up and up, up and up, up and up, up and up
Miranda Lambert - Wildcard Album Lyrics
Miranda Lambert - Wildcard Lyrics
Writer: Laura Veltz, Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mess with My Head
I had the palace looking nice and neat
Two feather pillows with expensive sheets
Sitting so pretty on my velvet couch
Before you came around
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Maybe it's wrong but it feels right to me
Reveling in reverse psychology
You complicate it with your lying lips
I'm waiting on a kiss
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If it ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my heart
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Two feather pillows with expensive sheets
Sitting so pretty on my velvet couch
Before you came around
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Maybe it's wrong but it feels right to me
Reveling in reverse psychology
You complicate it with your lying lips
I'm waiting on a kiss
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If it ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my heart
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
It All Comes Out in the Wash
If you wear a white shirt to a crawfish boil
Stonewashed jeans while you're changing the oil
When you find yourself dating the bridesmaid's ex
You accidentally bring him to the wedding, whoops
If you pour yourself a Merlot to go
You dip your fries in your ketchup on a bumpy road
You spill the beans to your mama, sister got knocked up
In a truck at the 7-Eleven, don't sweat it
'Cause it'll all come out, all come out in the wash
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
You got frisky with your boss at the copy machine
You drunk-dialed your ex-husband, don't remember a thing
Had a fancy dinner at your mother-in-law's
Spilled A1 Sauce on her table cloth, don't sweat it
Tide stick will get it
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
Put that sucker on spin
You gotta put that sucker on spin
And the laundry list goes like this
Every teardrop, every white lie
Every dirty cotton sheet, let it line-dry
All the mistakes, all the wild streaks
That's why the good Lord made bleach
Oh-oh!
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
Put that sucker on spin
Yeah, put that sucker on spin
Yeah, you put that sucker on spin
And around and around and around and around we go
'Round and around and around and around we go
Stonewashed jeans while you're changing the oil
When you find yourself dating the bridesmaid's ex
You accidentally bring him to the wedding, whoops
If you pour yourself a Merlot to go
You dip your fries in your ketchup on a bumpy road
You spill the beans to your mama, sister got knocked up
In a truck at the 7-Eleven, don't sweat it
'Cause it'll all come out, all come out in the wash
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
You got frisky with your boss at the copy machine
You drunk-dialed your ex-husband, don't remember a thing
Had a fancy dinner at your mother-in-law's
Spilled A1 Sauce on her table cloth, don't sweat it
Tide stick will get it
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
Put that sucker on spin
You gotta put that sucker on spin
And the laundry list goes like this
Every teardrop, every white lie
Every dirty cotton sheet, let it line-dry
All the mistakes, all the wild streaks
That's why the good Lord made bleach
Oh-oh!
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash (all come out in the wash)
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin and the men and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin
Put that sucker on spin
Yeah, put that sucker on spin
Yeah, you put that sucker on spin
And around and around and around and around we go
'Round and around and around and around we go
Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Liz Rose, Lori Mckenna, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Settling Down
Should I give up sunsets for marigold mornings?
Should I look for rainbows or wait for the rain?
Is happiness on the highway? Or is it parked in the driveway?
Should I lean on you, babe? Or should you lean on me?
Am I looking for comfort? Am I looking for an escape?
Am I looking for you? Am I looking the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
One heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
I could plant a pretty garden, just send myself flowers
Be a jet-set Friday or a Sunday hometown girl
I could stay a little lonely or let you get to know me
Yeah, I could love a picket fence if it wrapped around the world
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
I'm one heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I looking for comfort? Am I looking for an escape?
Am I looking for you? Am I looking the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
A caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
One heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Should I look for rainbows or wait for the rain?
Is happiness on the highway? Or is it parked in the driveway?
Should I lean on you, babe? Or should you lean on me?
Am I looking for comfort? Am I looking for an escape?
Am I looking for you? Am I looking the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
One heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
I could plant a pretty garden, just send myself flowers
Be a jet-set Friday or a Sunday hometown girl
I could stay a little lonely or let you get to know me
Yeah, I could love a picket fence if it wrapped around the world
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
I'm one heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I looking for comfort? Am I looking for an escape?
Am I looking for you? Am I looking the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
A caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
One heart goin' both directions
One love and a couple of questions
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Am I settlin' up or settlin' down?
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Holy Water
Mm, they're sellin' snake oil from the pulpit
At the church on Main
They're makin' deals with the devil
In the good Lord's name
I'm stuck at home missin' a dirty soul cleansin'
Ain't got a dime for the tithe
I believe in music, personal communion
He'll lead you right to the light
Give me some of that holy water
A bit of that holy water
Just a nip on that holy water
Holy water gonna make us drown (drown)
They pushin' concrete at the courthouse
Whether you like it or not
So tell the bank man to cash your paycheck
So you can piss in the pot
I'm stuck at home wishin' I could just go fishin'
And throw some bait on the line
You can't skip a stone when the river's overgrown
And there ain't even a cloud in the sky
Give me some of that holy water
Just a bit of that holy water
A nip of that holy water
Oh, holy water's gonna make us drown
Take us down
Mm, I need a sip of that holy water
Just a bit of that holy water
Just a nip of that holy water
Holy water gonna make us drown
I want a hit of that holy water
A sip of that holy water
Get a grip of that holy water (holy water)
Gonna drink it 'til we finally drown
Mm, I wanna drink it 'til I finally drown
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water) mm
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water) it's gonna take us down
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water)
Ho-ho-ho-holy water
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water)
Holy water gonna make us drown
At the church on Main
They're makin' deals with the devil
In the good Lord's name
I'm stuck at home missin' a dirty soul cleansin'
Ain't got a dime for the tithe
I believe in music, personal communion
He'll lead you right to the light
Give me some of that holy water
A bit of that holy water
Just a nip on that holy water
Holy water gonna make us drown (drown)
They pushin' concrete at the courthouse
Whether you like it or not
So tell the bank man to cash your paycheck
So you can piss in the pot
I'm stuck at home wishin' I could just go fishin'
And throw some bait on the line
You can't skip a stone when the river's overgrown
And there ain't even a cloud in the sky
Give me some of that holy water
Just a bit of that holy water
A nip of that holy water
Oh, holy water's gonna make us drown
Take us down
Mm, I need a sip of that holy water
Just a bit of that holy water
Just a nip of that holy water
Holy water gonna make us drown
I want a hit of that holy water
A sip of that holy water
Get a grip of that holy water (holy water)
Gonna drink it 'til we finally drown
Mm, I wanna drink it 'til I finally drown
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water) mm
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water) it's gonna take us down
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water)
Ho-ho-ho-holy water
(Ho-ho-ho-holy water)
Holy water gonna make us drown
Writer: Brent Patrick Cobb, Joshua K. Taylor, Michael Harris, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Way Too Pretty for Prison
They don't have rhinestone ball and chains
Lunch trays don't come with Chardonnay
The bars there ain't got boys to buy us drinks
We'd stick out like two bottled blondes
I must admit it don't sound fun
For fifteen girls to have to share one sink
He cheated, he's a villain
And you know I'd help you kill him
But we're way too pretty for prison
Hard time ain't our kind of livin'
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
Antifreeze and Gatorade
Arsenic in his lemonade
Takes just one snip to bleed his brakes
But we ain't gonna do it (She ain't gonna do it)
Yeah, we've been watching too much TV
You ain't Thelma, I ain't Louise
But if we ask 'em they'd both agree
We should put him through it (Don't put him through it)
He cheated, he's a villain
So let's hire somebody to kill him
'Cause we're way too pretty for prison
Yeah, hard time ain't our kind of livin'
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
Well, the state won't pay for lash extensions
No Sun Tan City, not to mention
That lack of waxing situation
Oh, no
'Cause we're way too pretty for prison
Hard time ain't our kind of livin', no
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
Lunch trays don't come with Chardonnay
The bars there ain't got boys to buy us drinks
We'd stick out like two bottled blondes
I must admit it don't sound fun
For fifteen girls to have to share one sink
He cheated, he's a villain
And you know I'd help you kill him
But we're way too pretty for prison
Hard time ain't our kind of livin'
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
Antifreeze and Gatorade
Arsenic in his lemonade
Takes just one snip to bleed his brakes
But we ain't gonna do it (She ain't gonna do it)
Yeah, we've been watching too much TV
You ain't Thelma, I ain't Louise
But if we ask 'em they'd both agree
We should put him through it (Don't put him through it)
He cheated, he's a villain
So let's hire somebody to kill him
'Cause we're way too pretty for prison
Yeah, hard time ain't our kind of livin'
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
Well, the state won't pay for lash extensions
No Sun Tan City, not to mention
That lack of waxing situation
Oh, no
'Cause we're way too pretty for prison
Hard time ain't our kind of livin', no
And I don't want to talk about
The way those jumpsuits wash us out
We're way too pretty for prison
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, da (la, da, di, da, da, da)
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, da
La, da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, la da, di, da, da, da
Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Liz Rose, Lori Mckenna, Miranda Lambert, Lliz Rose
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Locomotive
I'm like a locomotive
I don't run out of steam
I'm headed toward the reservoir and I'm gonna need a drink
I ain't no Napa Valley
New York City seems okay
I'm a little bit more Tennessee and there's whiskey in my veins
I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
Been down on my luck, but I ain't givin' up
Well, I totaled his truck, but he loves me just the same
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
I ain't no grand piano
I play a little out of tune
I spent all of my glory days in a honky-tonk saloon
Now I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
I've been down on my luck, but I ain't givin' up
Got a heart like a truck, I'm a hummingbird, ready to sing
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
I've been down on my luck, got a heart like a truck
So I ain't givin' up, I'm a hummingbird, ready to sing
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
Oh, he gives me wings, mm, he gives me wings
I don't run out of steam
I'm headed toward the reservoir and I'm gonna need a drink
I ain't no Napa Valley
New York City seems okay
I'm a little bit more Tennessee and there's whiskey in my veins
I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
Been down on my luck, but I ain't givin' up
Well, I totaled his truck, but he loves me just the same
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
I ain't no grand piano
I play a little out of tune
I spent all of my glory days in a honky-tonk saloon
Now I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
I've been down on my luck, but I ain't givin' up
Got a heart like a truck, I'm a hummingbird, ready to sing
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries chicken and I'm pickin' these strings
I've been down on my luck, got a heart like a truck
So I ain't givin' up, I'm a hummingbird, ready to sing
Mm, he gives me wings, oh, he gives me wings
Oh, he gives me wings, mm, he gives me wings
Writer: Ashley Lauren Monroe, K. S. Rhodes, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bluebird
Yeah, I'm a turner
I turn pages all the time
Don't like where I'm at, 34 was bad
So I just turn to 35
Yeah, I'm a keeper
I keep digging down for the deep
Like the records I'm playing
They might keep you waiting
But you know I'm gonna play 'em for keeps
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love keeps giving me lemons
I'll just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I'll keep a light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Well, I'm a giver
Yeah, and I'm still giving 'em hell
Forgiving's pretty hard
So I made an art out of forgettin' 'em well
Yeah, I'm a rhymer
I can turn twenty cents into a ten
And if I get confused, and I start to lose
I rhyme a dime 'til it all makes sense
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love keeps giving me lemons
I'll just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I turn the light on in my soul
And keep a bluebird in my heart
Ooh, ooh
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love starts giving me lemons
Just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I'll keep the light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
I'll keep a light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Ooh
And the bluebird sings
Ooh
I turn pages all the time
Don't like where I'm at, 34 was bad
So I just turn to 35
Yeah, I'm a keeper
I keep digging down for the deep
Like the records I'm playing
They might keep you waiting
But you know I'm gonna play 'em for keeps
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love keeps giving me lemons
I'll just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I'll keep a light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Well, I'm a giver
Yeah, and I'm still giving 'em hell
Forgiving's pretty hard
So I made an art out of forgettin' 'em well
Yeah, I'm a rhymer
I can turn twenty cents into a ten
And if I get confused, and I start to lose
I rhyme a dime 'til it all makes sense
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love keeps giving me lemons
I'll just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I turn the light on in my soul
And keep a bluebird in my heart
Ooh, ooh
And if the house just keeps on winning
I got a wildcard up my sleeve
And if love starts giving me lemons
Just mix 'em in my drink
And if the whole wide world stops singing
And all the stars go dark
I'll keep the light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
I'll keep a light on in my soul
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Keep a bluebird in my heart
Ooh
And the bluebird sings
Ooh
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
How Dare You Love
Sometimes you read it like a school kid writin' on chalkboard walls
Sometimes it hits you like the water rollin' over Niagara Falls
Cheeks get flushed like the first time buzz on Cabernet
Boots on the bleachers, the edge-of-the-seaters, just watchin' you entertain
You show up and put a spell on me
Oh, the nerve
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
The needle in the ink, don't need to overthink, it's there for good
Leave me, you'd never, this is forever, knock on wood
Tender in my chest, to hell with the rest, we're right as rain
Rough around the edges, walkin' off the ledges, goin' insane
You show up and put your spell on me
Oh, the nerve
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
You show up and put your spell on me
What's it worth?
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
What are we gonna do? (I hope we never run away)
I hope we never run away
We never have to run away
Mm-hm
(Never have to run away)
(Never have to run away)
Sometimes it hits you like the water rollin' over Niagara Falls
Cheeks get flushed like the first time buzz on Cabernet
Boots on the bleachers, the edge-of-the-seaters, just watchin' you entertain
You show up and put a spell on me
Oh, the nerve
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
The needle in the ink, don't need to overthink, it's there for good
Leave me, you'd never, this is forever, knock on wood
Tender in my chest, to hell with the rest, we're right as rain
Rough around the edges, walkin' off the ledges, goin' insane
You show up and put your spell on me
Oh, the nerve
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
You show up and put your spell on me
What's it worth?
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
How dare you love
What are we gonna do? (I hope we never run away)
I hope we never run away
We never have to run away
Mm-hm
(Never have to run away)
(Never have to run away)
Writer: Ashley Lauren Monroe, Jamie S. Kenney, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fire Escape
We'll smoke like a couple in the 1960s
Lit up like a pair of Woodstock hippies
Lookin' down on a town where it don't seem wrong
To be a bonfire blaze where it don't belong
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Mm
Downtown bar band's meltin' off the brick walls
Half pint lovers rollin' out with their last calls
The streetlights down on Lafayette
Ain't seen nothin' like you and me yet
Oh, meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Baby, we're to blame
We'll smoke like a couple in the 1960s
Up all night like New York City
Oh, meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Mm, mm, mm
Lit up like a pair of Woodstock hippies
Lookin' down on a town where it don't seem wrong
To be a bonfire blaze where it don't belong
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Mm
Downtown bar band's meltin' off the brick walls
Half pint lovers rollin' out with their last calls
The streetlights down on Lafayette
Ain't seen nothin' like you and me yet
Oh, meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Baby, we're to blame
We'll smoke like a couple in the 1960s
Up all night like New York City
Oh, meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
Don't let me wait
I wanna start up this flame
Meet me on the fire escape
Meet me on the fire escape
When the building's burning
Baby, we're to blame
Mm, mm, mm
Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Elisabeth Rose, Lori Mckenna, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pretty Bitchin
I got a pretty new truck
Had some pretty good luck
And some pretty red wine I'm sippin'
Got a pretty guitar
With a white pick guard
And a pretty good song if you're listenin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
Got a pretty Airstream rollin' down the road
You oughta see the pretty white walls spinnin'
Pretty pink carpet on the floor
No lock on the door
Help yourself to the Tito's in the pretty kitchen
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
I use what I got
I don't let it go to waste
I'm pretty from the back
Kinda pretty in the face
I hate to admit it
But it didn't stop me, did it?
Yeah, life's pretty weird, life's pretty great
Life's pretty good if you live it
1, 2, 3 Mississippi
Sitting pretty damn pretty
On this pretty life I've been given
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
Well, I'm a pretty hot mess
But hell, I guess
I'm pretty sure it's a family tradition
I got a pretty good time in the checkout line
With all the free press I've been gettin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
'Cause I use what I got
I don't let it go to waste
I'm pretty from the back
Kinda pretty in the face
I hate to admit it
But it didn't stop me, did it?
Yeah, life's pretty weird, life's pretty great
Life's pretty good if you live it
1, 2, 3 Mississippi
Sitting pretty damn pretty
On this pretty life I've been given
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
I've had pretty good day
I'm in a pretty good place
I'd say pretty much, I'm winnin'
I gotta pretty good band
Pretty damn good fans
And this pretty good life I'm livin', uh
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
Had some pretty good luck
And some pretty red wine I'm sippin'
Got a pretty guitar
With a white pick guard
And a pretty good song if you're listenin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
Got a pretty Airstream rollin' down the road
You oughta see the pretty white walls spinnin'
Pretty pink carpet on the floor
No lock on the door
Help yourself to the Tito's in the pretty kitchen
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
I use what I got
I don't let it go to waste
I'm pretty from the back
Kinda pretty in the face
I hate to admit it
But it didn't stop me, did it?
Yeah, life's pretty weird, life's pretty great
Life's pretty good if you live it
1, 2, 3 Mississippi
Sitting pretty damn pretty
On this pretty life I've been given
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
Well, I'm a pretty hot mess
But hell, I guess
I'm pretty sure it's a family tradition
I got a pretty good time in the checkout line
With all the free press I've been gettin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
'Cause I use what I got
I don't let it go to waste
I'm pretty from the back
Kinda pretty in the face
I hate to admit it
But it didn't stop me, did it?
Yeah, life's pretty weird, life's pretty great
Life's pretty good if you live it
1, 2, 3 Mississippi
Sitting pretty damn pretty
On this pretty life I've been given
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
I've had pretty good day
I'm in a pretty good place
I'd say pretty much, I'm winnin'
I gotta pretty good band
Pretty damn good fans
And this pretty good life I'm livin', uh
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
It's pretty bitchin'
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
(Life's pretty weird, life's pretty great)
Writer: JON RANDALL, LUKE DICK, MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tequila Does
His last name was Flores
He came up from Juárez
Lookin' for a hell of a time
With a blonde señorita
And a tall margarita
We danced on the tables all night
Then I said, "Adiós
Casamigos
Is taking me home tonight"
'Cause he don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
He don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
I'd sure like to find
A cowboy tonight
To get me back in the saddle
But the boys around here
Drink domestic beer
They're all hat, no cattle
But I won't sleep alone
'Cause my old pal Patrón
Is taking me home tonight
They don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
Well, I might as well face it
I'm always chasin'
A kiss with a twist of a lime
When I'm drinking doubles
I'm nothing but trouble
And trouble's so easy to find
Hand me a sombrero
'Cause Jose Cuervo
Is taking me home tonight
No, they don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
No, they don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
He came up from Juárez
Lookin' for a hell of a time
With a blonde señorita
And a tall margarita
We danced on the tables all night
Then I said, "Adiós
Casamigos
Is taking me home tonight"
'Cause he don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
He don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
I'd sure like to find
A cowboy tonight
To get me back in the saddle
But the boys around here
Drink domestic beer
They're all hat, no cattle
But I won't sleep alone
'Cause my old pal Patrón
Is taking me home tonight
They don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
Well, I might as well face it
I'm always chasin'
A kiss with a twist of a lime
When I'm drinking doubles
I'm nothing but trouble
And trouble's so easy to find
Hand me a sombrero
'Cause Jose Cuervo
Is taking me home tonight
No, they don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
No, they don't love me like tequila does
Nobody can
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
They don't give me that border town buzz
Like tequila does
Writer: Jack Ingram, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Track Record
Another date with the Devil on Saturday night
Another Bible in my hand on Sunday morning
Last one, I left standin' in the drive
Said a heart like mine ought to come with a warning
Can't help it, I'm in love with love
I got a track record
My past is checkered as the floor of the diner on Main Street
A heart wrecker
A runner under pressure like a dang Mustang on half-speed
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
And maybe it's the chase that makes me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
One might have been a keeper and one was a leaver
And one was the one daddy gave me away to
One's a user and one was a loser
Still waitin' on the one to give me whole damn heart to
Can't help it, I'm in love with love
I got a track record
My past is checkered as the floor of the diner on Main Street
A heart wrecker
Runner under pressure like a dang Mustang on half-speed
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
And maybe it's the chase that makes me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
Maybe it's the ones that make me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
I got a track record
I can't help it, I'm in love with love
I can't help it, I'm in love with love
Another Bible in my hand on Sunday morning
Last one, I left standin' in the drive
Said a heart like mine ought to come with a warning
Can't help it, I'm in love with love
I got a track record
My past is checkered as the floor of the diner on Main Street
A heart wrecker
A runner under pressure like a dang Mustang on half-speed
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
And maybe it's the chase that makes me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
One might have been a keeper and one was a leaver
And one was the one daddy gave me away to
One's a user and one was a loser
Still waitin' on the one to give me whole damn heart to
Can't help it, I'm in love with love
I got a track record
My past is checkered as the floor of the diner on Main Street
A heart wrecker
Runner under pressure like a dang Mustang on half-speed
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
And maybe it's the chase that makes me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
Maybe it's the ones that I can't fix
Maybe it's the ones that make me tick
Girls like me don't mean to but we don't know better
I got a track record
I got a track record
I can't help it, I'm in love with love
I can't help it, I'm in love with love
Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Liz Rose, Lori McKenna, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dark Bars
I'm here for the habit
Complimentary matches
The pretty bartenders
The smoke and the mirrors
The unhappy hour
The bitters and sours
Where nobody knows me
Where I can be lonely
I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
In a dark bar
I can be reckless
I can be desperate
An invisible stranger
Secrets never in danger
And it ain't nothin' fancy
'Cause the manager, Nancy
She's an old jukebox junkie
She plays nothin' but country
I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
Ooh
No, I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
In a dark bar
Complimentary matches
The pretty bartenders
The smoke and the mirrors
The unhappy hour
The bitters and sours
Where nobody knows me
Where I can be lonely
I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
In a dark bar
I can be reckless
I can be desperate
An invisible stranger
Secrets never in danger
And it ain't nothin' fancy
'Cause the manager, Nancy
She's an old jukebox junkie
She plays nothin' but country
I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
Ooh
No, I'm not in pain, I'm not on pills
But I'm still hanging out in dark bars
On the barstool for the cheap thrills
Watchin' drunks all drown with no lifeguard
'Cause I know a thing or two about broke hearts
Neon truth can hit real hard
In a dark bar
Writer: Liz Rose, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wildcard is the seventh studio album by American country music singer Miranda Lambert. It was released on November 1, 2019, via RCA Records Nashville. The album was produced by Jay Joyce, marking the first time Lambert has worked with the producer. It features the singles "It All Comes Out in the Wash", "Bluebird", and "Settling Down".
The album received a Grammy Award for Best Country Album and was nominated for the Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year.
Performed By:
Miranda LambertThe album received a Grammy Award for Best Country Album and was nominated for the Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year.
Genre(s): Country rock
Producer(s): Jay Joyce
Length: 48:53
Released: November 1st, 2019
Year: 2019