Scotty McCreery - Rise & Fall Lyrics
Little More Gone
She takes off, she comes back
How many times have I seen her do that?
Eyes roll, tires spin
I can tell you how the story ends
Every time she says goodbye
There's a little more gravel flying out of that drive
Every time she slams that door
It's a little more louder than the time before
She's mine right now, but there ain't no doubt
She won't be mine for long
'Cause every time my baby comes back
She's a little more gone
She said some words I won't say
She grabbed the dog and a bigger suitcase
I'm on the porch drinking a beer
And wondering how long I'll be sitting out here
Every time she says goodbye
There's a little more gravel flying out of that drive
Every time she slams that door
It's a little more louder than the time before
She's mine right now, but there ain't no doubt
She won't be mine for long
'Cause every time my baby comes back
She's a little more gone
Yes, she is
She'll be back, she'll be back
She'll be gone, she'll be gone
She'll be back, she'll be back
Ah hell, maybe she won't
Every time she says goodbye
There's a little more gravel flying out of that drive
Every time she slams that door
It's a little more louder than the time before
She's mine right now, but there ain't no doubt
She won't be mine for long
'Cause every time my baby comes back
She's a little more gone
Yeah, every time my baby comes back
She's a little more gone
Aw, here she comes
And there she goes
Writer: Benjamin Brent Anderson, Bobby Hamrick, Derek George, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Jeremy Bussey, Monty Russ Criswell, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Cab In A Solo
I've sent a dozen text and I ain't heard jack
I guess she's busy playing hard to get back
So I bought her roses and her favorite wine
Thinking we'd be making up in no time
But I'm parked out here on her street
Looks like the joke's on me
Sitting here, I can't believe what I just saw
Couple shadows kissing on her bedroom wall
It's looking like my plan didn't work out at all
Heartbreak turned into broke up
So now I'm finding out how a heartbreak taste
With a Silver Oak, 1998
Drinking cab in a solo
Solo in the cab of my truck
Yeah, I thought about taking it back to the store
'Cause it's the nicest bottle that I ever paid for
But then again, if I had that money back
I'd just find a bar and go run up a tab
I could go for a whiskey, I could go for a beer
But hell, I'm already here
Sitting here, I can't believe what I just saw
Couple shadows kissing on her bedroom wall
It's looking like my plan didn't work out at all
Heartbreak turned into broke up
So now I'm finding out how a heartbreak taste
With a Silver Oak, 1998
Drinking cab in a solo
Solo in the cab of my truck
She just turned out the lights
Guess she meant it when she said goodbye
Man, I swear, I can't believe what I just saw
Couple shadows kissing on her bedroom wall
It's looking like my plan didn't work out at all
That break turned into broke up
So now I'm finding out how a heartbreak taste
With a Silver Oak, 1998
Drinking cab in a solo
Solo in the cab of my truck
Yeah, I'm drinking cab in a solo
Solo in the cab of my truck
Writer: Benjamin Brent Anderson, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Scotty Mccreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Lonely
Soon as your taillights pulled outta my drive
I thought, hell what am I gonna do?
I spent a few nights with this broke heart of mine
Trying to lonely my way over you
I thought I'd give drowning your memory a try
And found what I needed in these neon lights
Friends on the jukebox and friends wall to wall
Dimes on the dancefloor and cheap alcohol
Round after round, we're all having a ball
I guess lonely ain't lonely after all
No, lonely ain't lonely after all
When I walked through the door, I was pretty damn sure
Your goodbye would take more than a beer
Now I'm eighty proof plastered
Three chord Telecaster-ed
And I'm grinning from ear to ear
I gave us a shot, then I shot a few more
And then I forgot what I gave a shot for
I got friends on the jukebox and friends wall to wall
Dimes on the dancefloor and cheap alcohol
Round after round, we're all having a ball
I guess lonely ain't lonely after all
If you think I'm alone, just drinking all night
Well, honey, you ain't all wrong
But you sure ain't all right
'Cause I got friends on the jukebox and friends wall to wall
Dimes on the dancefloor and cheap alcohol
Round after round, how about another one, y'all?
'Cause lonely ain't lonely after all
I wrote your name and your number on an old bathroom stall
Said for a good time call
Lonely ain't lonely after all
No, lonely ain't lonely after all
Writer: Frank Rogers, Monty Russ Criswell, Bobby Hamrick, Brent Anderson, Jeremy Dewayne Bussey, Scotty McCreery, Derek George
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Can't Pass The Bar
Jessie's a machanic, his mother-in-law is a manic
His new wife's a panic, sayin', "When you comin' home?"
Danny drives a tractor, left it in the pasture
Bosses gettin' madder 'cause he won't pick up the phone
Might not be an Ivy League, Einstein crowd
But when it comes to Friday night, man, we got it figured out
When the long week's pay checks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar
Bobby's gotta cousin that says he's good for nothin'
Always makin' fun of him 'cause he doesn't own a suit
Freddy's ex-lady, got a new Mercedes
From the judge she's datin' down in Baton Rouge
He's the book smart, no dark bull shootin' kind
That's why she shows back up every other Friday night
When the long week's pay checks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar
When you're raised out here, you are who you are
That two-lane road will only get you so far
We can pass around cigars, guitars and jars
But we can't, we can't, can't pass the bar
When the long week's pay checks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar
Just some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar, yeah
We can't pass the bar
Writer: Benjamin Brent Anderson, Frank Mandeville V. Rogers, Jarod Cale Dodds, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT
Hey Rose
Hey, Rose
Who put thorns around your heart
So nobody else would ever get too close?
Hey, Rose
Did somebody start a fire
Just to put it out and leave you in the smoke?
Did the one who came before me
Come along and steal the glory from your soul?
Hey, Rose
You're the kind of growing wild that don't come by the dozen
There's a million colors in your eyes and pretty's just one of 'em
I would be your blue skies and your sunshine
Girl, I'd never let you go
If you were mine to hold
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Rose
Damn, Rose
I wish it'd been me that caught you
When you fell for what you thought might be forever
Sweet Rose
It's too late to stop the rain
But maybe there's a chance for me to be some shelter
You're the kind of growing wild that don't come by the dozen
There's a million colors in your eyes and pretty's just one of 'em
I would be your blue skies and your sunshine
Girl, I'd never let you go
If you were mine to hold
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Rose
Just because they're wasted tears
Don't mean they fell for nothing
Hey, Rose, don't you know
You're the kind of growing wild I wouldn't tame for nothing
There's a million colors in your eyes and pretty's just one of 'em
I would be your blue skies and your sunshine
Girl, I'd never let you go
If you were mine to hold
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Rose, hey, Rose
Hey, Rose, hey, Rose
Writer: Bobby Hamrick, Jay Brunswick, Jeremy Bussey
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Fall of Summer
Every time that first warm breeze blows in, I think about it
I can almost smell that salt in the wind
Wondering if your number's still the same
Hey girl, I doubt it
I haven't called it since God knows when
Since moonlight on the shoreline
Heart with my name next to yours
Some memories stick around like white sand in the floorboard
Here's to my red light dashboard drummer
Best sunsets that I ever saw
Every kiss like a cold rum runner
I still remember it all, September, calling it off
Here's to the rise and fall of Summer
You said I wouldn't miss you when you got back home to Dallas
And I said you oughta come see me at state
You were the one who taught me how heartbreak happens
Feeling the sting and then watching it fade
Like a sunburn on your shoulders
Girl, that's all it was to you
But when I think about you and me
It's a little more like a tattoo
Here's to my red light dashboard drummer
Best sunsets that I ever saw
Every kiss like a cold rum runner
I still remember it all, September, calling it off
Here's to the rise and fall of Summer
(Summer)
Like moonlight on the shoreline
Heart with my name next to yours
Some memories stick around like white sand in the floorboard
Here's to my red light dashboard drummer
Best sunsets that I ever saw
Every kiss like a cold rum runner
I still remember it all, September, calling it off
Here's to the rise and fall of Summer
(Summer)
I still remember it all
(Summer)
Here's to the rise and fall of Summer
Writer: Benjamin Brent Anderson, Derek George, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Monty Russ Criswell, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Love Like This
I love the mountains when the leaves start turning
I love the coast when the waves roll in
I love some back porch firewood burning
I love my couch when a long day ends, ooh
When I first laid eyes on you, ooh
That's when I knew
I've never known a love like this
I've never felt this way
Girl, I think I might have thought I did
But everything changed today
'Cause I'm looking at you, looking at him
And I don't have a clue what this feeling is
But watching you give our baby boy a kiss
Now I know I've never known a love like this, no
It was 4:34 on a Monday morning
A miracle in room two thirty-five
Nurse says, "Do you wanna hold him?"
I picked him up and started to cry, ooh
Our family of two is now a family of three, ooh
Yeah, now I see
I've never known a love like this
I've never felt this way
Girl, I think I might have thought I did
But everything changed today
'Cause I'm looking at you, looking at him
And I don't have a clue what this feeling is
But watching you give our baby boy a kiss
Now I know I've never known a love like this
I've never known a love like this, no
I never slept so little, I never felt so much
Never sent so many prayers up
Because I've never known, I've never, ever known
I've never known a love like this
I've never felt this way
Girl, I think I might have thought I did
But our whole world changed today
'Cause I'm looking at you, looking at him
I don't have a clue what this feeling is
But watching you give our baby boy a kiss
Now I know I've never known a love like this, no
No, I've never known a love like this, no
Writer: Aaron Eshuis, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Spirit Music Group
Slow Dance
Ninety miles an hour
I can't even get my foot on the brakes
In this old rat race
A hundred people, hundred places
Girl, there's always somewhere I've gotta be
But you know what I need
When this life has got me moving at the speed of sound
Only you can turn me around
Baby, you're my slow dance
To Whitney in the kitchen
Taking my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On a world that's always moving so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance
I could stay forever with my arms around you just like this
Lost in your kiss
Baby, you're a needle on the vinyl of some pure country gold
Oh, that never gets old, nah
Baby, you're my slow dance
To George Strait in the kitchen
Taking my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On a world that's always moving so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance (slow dance)
Hold onto me and let me lead you, baby, all night long
You're stuck in my head like a song
Baby, you're my slow dance
To Conway in the kitchen
Taking my hand and all of my attention
Cheek to cheek across the floor
When I need to shut the door
On a world that's always moving so fast
Baby, you're my slow dance (slow dance, slow dance)
Yes, you are
Baby, you're my slow dance, yeah (slow dance, slow dance)
Writer: Brent Anderson, Derek George, Monty Criswell, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT
No Country For Old Men
He was sitting on a bar stool, drinking Bud heavy
At a tabletop after work
Didn't have to ask his name 'cause I knew it already
It was right there on his shirt
Right under that no smoking sign, he lit up a cigarette
He looked down at that new jukebox, took a sip and shook his head
And then he looked at me and said
I sure could use a little Swinging Doors
What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor
Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans
I'd drop a twenty in if it would play Jolene
But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men
He said, whatever happened to them songs about cheating
Or drinking off a broken heart?
Cowboy songs, two steps or a waltz
Twin fiddles and a steel guitar
Tell me how'd we ever get this far?
I sure could use a little Swinging Doors
What I wouldn't give to hear Walking The Floor
Ramblin' Man, Tight Fittin' Jeans
I'd drop a twenty in if it would play Jolene
But there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men
What I wouldn't give to turn back time
When three chords and the truth only cost you a dime
Willie, Waylon or some Patsy Cline
They're always on my mind
Oh, but there ain't no Dolly and there ain't no Hagg
No Paycheck, no Man In Black
Those days are long gone and they ain't coming back again
There's no country for old men
There's no country for old men
There's no country, there's no country for old men
Writer: Benjamin Brent Anderson, Derek George, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Monty Russ Criswell, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
And Countin'
It's been a fifty-hour week and countin'
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks?
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know I said one more two hours ago and
I know I said by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
One, two, three and countin'
Yeah, three of my buddies just showed up and countin'
The old Braves just cost us fifty bucks and countin'
I got a four beer buzz and a for sure bet my sweetheart's about to be my ex
Four missed calls, five missed texts and countin'
I know I said one more three hours ago and
I know I said by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Four, five, six and I'm still countin'
Those bottles, cans, tops and tabs
Are piling up like a mountain and countin'
I know I said one more four hours ago and
I know I said by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Seven, eight, ten and countin'
Oh, I'm still countin'
At least twelve, man, at least a dozen
No, no, no, thirteen
A baker's dozen, I think that's what they call it
And countin'
Writer: Bobby Hamrick, Frank Rogers, Jeremy Dewayne Bussey, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Stuck Behind A Tractor
Yeah, it was too small, it was too slow
I needed somewhere with more lanes on the roads
So I packed up, got the heck out of dodge
Found me a town with more colors than camouflage
Yeah, I got what I wanted but it ain't home
The grass ain't greener where grass don't grow
So, I'm headed back to them hayfield pastures
I'm slowing down where the sweet corn grows
Don't need my life to move any faster
Then a Chevy on a two-lane road
Stuck behind a tractor
Stuck behind a tractor
I miss the quiet, I miss the stars
My old dog misses that backyard
Yeah, I need a cold can, I need a bonfire
I need a little where I'm from mud on my tires
So, I'm headed back to them hayfield pastures
I'm slowing down where the sweet corn grows
Don't need my life to move any faster
Then a Chevy on a two-lane road
Stuck behind a tractor
Taking its time
'Til I get there, I ain't taking mine
I'm flyin'
Yeah, I got what I wanted but it ain't home
I guess the grass ain't greener where grass don't grow
So, I'm headed back to them hayfield pastures
I'm slowing down where the sweet corn grows
Don't need my life to move any faster
Then a Chevy on a two-lane road
Stuck behind a tractor
Taking its time
When I get there, I'll be just fine
Stuck behind a tractor
Stuck behind an old tractor
I'm doing twenty in a forty-five
Just taking my time
Writer: Chase Mcgill, Rhett Akins, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Red Letter Blueprint
It's been passed down
Gold leaf and worn out leather
It leaves no doubt between what's right and wrong
I found a note stuck in the pages
It looks like grandpa's writing
The ink is getting faded
But the truth is just as strong
Where can you go when you ain't getting nowhere?
Every turn is a dead end road
The rain starts to fall and you're so lost out there
Really only one place I know
When your whole world falls to pieces
And you don't know how to build it back
There's a red letter blueprint in King James black
I'll admit I left it on that night stand
Until the dust on it started settling on my soul
Yeah, but ain't it just like Jesus
To keep his arms wide open?
When I bring Him all my broken
He always makes me whole
Where can you go when you ain't getting nowhere?
Every turn is a dead end road
The rain starts to fall and you're so lost out there
Really only one place I know
When your whole world falls to pieces
And you don't know how to build it back
There's a red letter blueprint in King James black
It's been passed down
Gold leaf and worn out leather
Oh, it leaves no doubt between what's right and wrong
Where can you go when you ain't getting nowhere?
Every turn is a dead end road
The rain starts to fall and you're so lost out there
Really only one place I know
When your whole world falls to pieces
You don't know how to build it back
There's a red letter blueprint
Yeah, there's a red letter blueprint
There's a red letter blueprint in King James black
In King James black
Writer: Brent Anderson, Derek George, Jeremy Bussey, Monty Criswell, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT
Porch
Good dog, good dog, where you gonna lie
When the screened in sun hits your belly just right?
I'ma ease my coming home pedal off the floor
While you bite my tires all the way to the porch
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pick you up at eight
What you wanna bet your daddy's gonna say?
Eleven means eleven not eleven o' four
Don't want to see him flicker that light on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
Cold beer, cold beer, chilling on ice
In an old metal cooler with a sticker on the side, I
Got some buddies coming over for some Coors
'Bout to be a bunch of cans getting crushed on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
Little man, little man, climb up in my lap
Leave your little boots by mine on the mat
One day you're gonna make this big world yours
But you'll always have a spot by your daddy on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
My favorite kind of living's just sitting on the porch
Writer: Greylan James Egan, Heather Lynn Morgan, Scotty McCreery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group