Thomas Rhett - Country Again (Side A) Album Lyrics

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Want It Again

When I was your man and you were my girl
We were technicolor in a black and white world
Yeah, they say young love just don't last
Well, it looks like they were right about that

And oh, I hope one day you'll find
Your way back into my arms
So girl, I'll put this heart of mine
Somewhere good and safe, in case you want it again someday

Well, you moved on, and so did I
But you danced around in the back of my mind (back of my mind)
Yeah, good for you, he seems like a good guy
Well, you know me enough to know that's a lie

And oh, I hope one day you'll find
Your way back into my arms
So girl, I'll put this heart of mine
Somewhere a good and safe in case you want it again someday

Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh

You called me up, said you had a big fight
I said don't cry, it's gonna be alright
You say, come over, you just need a friend
Well, I'm on my way, I'll be there in ten

And oh, I knew someday you'd find your way back into my arms
So girl, I kept this heart of mine
Somewhere good and safe
I knew you'd want it again someday
I always hoped and prayed that you'd want it again someday

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Growing Up

I used to hit the bar downtown
Chase girls with Coke and Crown
Raise 'em up and shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Had a trusty spot down by the lake
Beers were cold, ID's were fake, and
Love was just a word we'd say for a midnight kiss

Ain't come a long way, but I've come a little
Hangin' out somewhere out in the middle

Guess you get a little older, get a little wiser
A little more turn that cheek
Little less what I want, and more what I need these days, I
Still get a little crazy
In a lot of ways, I'm still the kid I was
Just a little less Jack in my cup
Oh, I guess I'm growing up, mm
Yeah, I guess I'm growing up

Lookin' in the rear view mirror, I see things a little more clear
What it took to get me here makes a lot more sense
Seems like the prayers I'm prayin' are more like a conversation
And it ain't hell I'm raising, hell, all I'm sayin' is

Guess you get a little older, get a little wiser
A little more turn that cheek
Little less what I want, and more what I need these days, I
Still get a little crazy
In a lot of ways, I'm still the kid I was
Just a little less jack up my truck
Oh, I guess I'm growing up, growing up the longer I live
Growing up, don't know as much as I thought I did, no, no

Ooh, no, no, no

Guess you get a little older, get a little wiser
A little more turn that cheek
Little less what I want, and more what I need these days, I
Still get a little crazy
In a lot of ways, I'm still the kid I was
A little less temper, and a lot more love
I guess I'm just growing up
Yeah, I guess I'm growing up
Oh, you know I'm growing up
Ain't we all growing up?

Mm

Guess you get a little older
Get a little wiser
Yeah, you know I'm growing up
Mm, mm (oh, whoa)

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What's Your Country Song

Did you grow up on a tractor?
Did your daddy let you drive?
Are you whiskey bent and hell bound
Even though your mama tried?
Did you cruise down a backroad
With your Dixieland Delight?
Are you on the Chattahoochee
On a barefoot blue jean night?

Everybody got a small town anthem
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a Hallelujah
Everybody been through a little hell
When you're rollin' down a two lane highway
And you turn your radio on
Tell me which one hits you, baby
Yeah, what's your country song?
Yeah, what's your country song?

Do your exes live in Texas?
Are you so lonesome you could cry?
Are you heart broke 'cause you know
That ain't your truck in her drive?
Are your friends all in low places
Underneath the neon moon?
Were you already country
Back when country wasn't cool?

Everybody got a small town anthem
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a Hallelujah
Everybody been through a little hell
When you're rollin' down a two lane highway
And you turn your radio on
Tell me which one hits you, baby
Yeah, what's your country song?
Yeah, what's your country song?

Who's your strawberry wine?
Yeah, what's your family tradition?
What makes you turn it up, make you raise your cup every time you listen?

Everybody got a small town anthem
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a Hallelujah
Everybody been through a little hell
When you're rollin' down a two lane highway
And you turn your radio on
Tell me which one hits you, baby
Yeah, what's your country song?
Yeah, what's your country song?

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Where We Grew Up

Rooster crow meant coffee pot
No trespass meant don't get caught
Hit the town meant parkin' lot
Where we grew up

It was ask her to dance, leave room for Jesus
Friday nights were lights and bleachers
Ridin' around 'cause gas was cheaper
Where we grew up

On country music
Baseball diamonds
Finding us a fishing hole
Them Sunday mornin' sermons, tailgate, learnin', sippin' somethin' cold
They born and raised us on faith, hope and love
And made dang sure, we were dang sure proud of
Where we grew up, yeah
Where we grew up, mm

You could trust a man with a handshake
Last one through man, shut the gate
It was either Ford or Chevrolet
Where we grew up

It was Grizzly straight or wintergreen
Leave a ring in your muddy jeans
Small town livin' that American dream
Where we grew up

On country music
Baseball diamonds
Findin' us a fishing hole
Them Sunday mornin' sermons, tailgate, learnin', sippin' on somethin' cold
They born and raised us on faith, hope and love
And made dang sure, we were dang sure proud of
Where we grew up, yeah
Where we grew up

A Bible and a radio
Taught us everything we know
Grass was green as it could grow
Where we grew up, yeah
Thank God we grew up

On country music
Baseball diamonds
Findin' us a fishing hole
Them Sunday morning sermons, tailgate, learnin', sippin' on somethin' cold
They born and raised us on faith, hope and love
And made dang sure, we were dang sure proud of
Where we grew up, yeah
That's where we grew up
Thank God we grew up
That's where we grew up

A Bible and a radio, mm
They taught us everything we know

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Heaven Right Now

The fish are finally biting
At the cut out on the Caney
Your daddy's still fixing motors
And a good guy married Macy
It's still a religion 'round here
Ya, we crack a cold beer and raise 'em up
To every Tennessee touchdown
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now

They still ain't paved that road
On lower Lickton Pike
I still look for your truck sometimes
At Sonic on Friday night
There's still punch the dashboard hurts
Every time I hear Eric Church
Sing Sinners Like Me
I crank it up real loud
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now

Are you fishing? Are you flying?
How much greener is the grass?
Are you older, are you younger?
Or did time stop in its tracks?
Anyway, thought I'd say hey
I just made my way past your momma's house
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now, mm

I still play this old guitar
But the crowds have gotten bigger
My kids have never met you
But they all know you from pictures
When the whole crew gets together
Memory lane goes on forever
We twist a top and pour a little Jack D out
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now

Are you fishing? Are you flying?
How much greener is the grass?
Are you older? Are you younger?
Have you met Johnny Cash?
Anyway, thought I'd say hey
It's getting late and I'm putting these babies down
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now, yeah
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now, ooh

Yeah, Lauren still wears your bracelet
And people still ask about it
It's been everywhere I've been
'Cause I don't go nowhere without it
Yeah, I missed church last week
Could you put in a word for me
If you and God get to hanging out
I look forward to catching up
When my time comes around
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now (heaven right now)
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now (heaven right now)
I wonder what you're doing in heaven right now (heaven right now)
(Heaven right now)

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To The Guys That Date My Girls

To the guys that date my girls
Let's get one thing straight
When you pick 'em up, show up early
When you bring 'em home, don't be late
Mind your manners 'round their mama, boys
Yeah, for what it's worth
If you wanna get to their heart
You'll have to get to hers

And I know they won't be young forever
But I'm gonna hold on as long as I can
So when you take their hand remember
You're holding my whole world
Just a friendly reminder
To the the guys that date my girls

Now you know you can't fool me
I know what's on your mind
Wasn't long ago I was your age and the same thing was on mine
But when you pull her close (pull her close)
You save some room for Jesus
'Cause if you ever cross that line I swear
Boy, you're gonna need him

And I know they won't be young forever
But I'm gonna hold on as long as I can
So when you take their hand remember
You're holding my whole world
Just a friendly reminder
To the the guys that date my girls

Yeah, yeah
Oh

If they're anything like their mama was
They're gonna break some hearts
But you might be the lucky one that's written in the stars
So if she keeps you around
You better make her your whole world
Just a friendly reminder
To the guys that date my girls
Just a little bit of free advice
To the guys that date my girls

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More Time Fishin'

Ya thinkin' 'bout callin' in sick
Or just blowin' off work
And drive right by that exit sign
Where I punch the clock from 9 to 5
I'll roll the window down and I'll flip it the bird

Park my truck down at the dock
And see if this cell phone can skip like a rock

You can spend your whole life
Tryin' to make a killin'
But what's it all worth without a little livin'?
Don't wanna look back at all the things I'm missin'
And wake up wishin' I spent more time fishin', yeah
More time fishin', yeah

I don't care if I don't catch a thing
As long as I catch a buzz and a tan, hmm
Just a couple cheap fold up seats
I can sit out on the bank and hold your hand
And a cold can

Yeah, I'm tired of wastin' my time
On traffic jams and boss mans, and chasin' a dime

You can spend your whole life
Tryin' to make a killin'
But what's it all worth without a little livin'?
Don't wanna look back at all the things I'm missin'
And wake up wishin' I spent more time fishin', yeah
More time fishin', yeah

Whoa whoa
Yeah yeah

A little more spin you 'round in the kitchen
A little more Otis Redding, red wine sippin'
A little less 5 A.M.
A little more sleepin' in
A little more take it slow, backroad drive

You can spend your whole life
Tryin' to make a killin' (tryin' to make a killin')
But what's it all worth without a little livin'? (hey, yeah)
Don't wanna look back at all the things I'm missin' (all the things I'm missin')
And wake up wishin' I spent more time fishin', yeah
More time fishin', yeah
Whoa whoa
More time fishin', mm-mm

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Country Again

I quit huntin' with my daddy
Guess I didn't make the time
And it's been a year since I've seen a deer
Had a smallmouth on the line
The other day I hooked a monster
And as I reeled him in
I thought, "Man, it feels good to be country again"
Huh

I spent way less time in Nashville
And more time in L.A.
My back home buddies, they quit callin'
Thought I had too much on my plate
But last night we cracked some cold beers
And cranked Eric Church to ten
Thought, "Man, it feels good to be country again"

Yeah, I love me some California
But it sure ain't Tennessee
And my roots down there in Georgia
Yeah, they started missin' me
And I wouldn't change the things I've done
Or the places that I've been
Man, it feels good to be country again

I traded in my Silverado
Didn't need no four by four
Tucked my boots in the back of the closet
They didn't feel like me no more
But I dug 'em out and slipped 'em on
They've been on my feet since then
Man, it feels good to be country again
Oh

Yeah, I love me some California
But it sure ain't Tennessee
And my roots down there in Georgia
Yeah, they started missin' me
And I wouldn't change the things I've done
Or the places that I've been
Man, it feels good to be country again

I traded sunsets with my wife
For hours on my phone
And even when I was right beside her
I still wasn't really home
But last night we built a fire
Watched the moonlight kiss her skin
I thought, "Man, it feels good to be country again"
Man, it feels good to be country again

I saw the light, I found the way home
Thank you, Lord, Amen
Man, it feels good to be country again

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Put It On Ice

What do you do when you got ain't nothin' to do?
You put on that smell good, tuck them jeans down in those boots, aye
You hit the drive thru, you get the number five
You hit the cornfield up in them four-wheel drive

Girls bring the pretty, boys bring the Yeti
Everybody circled up out in a Ford or Chevy
Talkin' Bud Light or heavy, cranking Hank or Petty
The good times just ain't ready

'Til you put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
'Til we ridin' White Lightning
That's when everybody vibin'
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup
'Til it's spillin', catch that feelin'
To the ceiling, raise 'em up
We gettin' lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heatin' up the night
When we put it on ice

Ooh

Uh, yo
What do you do when you get through that 9 to 5?
Sick of backing up tractors, stacking hay bales to the sky, yeah
You hit the Mapco, you lay the cash down
You got a 24 laying in the back now

Girls bring the pretty, boys bring the Yeti
Everybody circled up out in a Ford or Chevy
Talkin' Bud Light or heavy, cranking Hank or Petty
The good times just ain't ready

'Til you put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
'Til we ridin' White Lightning
That's when everybody vibin'
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup
'Til it's spillin', catch that feelin'
To the ceilin', raise 'em up
We gettin' lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heatin' up the night
When we put it on ice, yeah

Ooh
Oh-oh, yeah

Can't you feel it gettin' louder now, louder now
Go and pour yourself another round, 'nother round
Can't you feel it gettin' louder now, louder now
If you see it gettin' watered down

Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And drink it down (let's go)
Grab your girl, tip your hat
Grab that jar and pass it 'round
'Til we ridin' White Lightning (until we ridin' White Lightning)
That's when everybody vibin' (we vibin')
Put it on ice, put it on ice, put it on ice
And fill your cup (fill your cup)
'Til it's spillin', catch that feelin'
To the ceilin', raise 'em up (raise 'em up)
We gettin' lit up like a downtown light
Yeah, we heating up the night
When we put it on ice
Oh (woo)
You put it on ice
Ooh

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Blame It On a Backroad

If I go M.I.A. right around sunset time
After a long hard day, you know where you can find
My Chevy dust cloud stir, behind some Goodrich tires
Way past the trespass sign by the barbed wire

Bulldog koozie wrapped around the bottle
If you don't see me 'til tomorrow

Blame it on a two-lane, no-name
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Where that gravel gets you flying
Like a free bird, reverb
One hand out the window like I don't care
But I'm gonna keep on driving
'Til there's peace of mind way deep down in my soul
If I got country on the radio
You can blame it on a backroad
Yeah, blame it on a backroad

If you can't call me up it's 'cause I ditched my phone
Somewhere in my backseat, yeah, I may not come home
For like a day or two, don't worry, I ain't lost
Just had to shake a little rust off

Blame it on a two-lane, no-name
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Where that gravel gets you flying
Like a free bird, reverb
One hand out the window like I don't care
But I'm going keep on driving
'Til there's peace of mind way deep down in my soul
If I got static on the radio
You can blame it on a backroad
Yeah, blame it on a backroad

If I got a bulldog koozie wrapped around the bottle
If you don't see me 'til tomorrow
Aw yeah, nobody worry, I ain't in no hurry
So don't you come looking for me

Blame it on a two-lane, no-name
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Where that gravel gets you flying
Like a free bird, reverb
One hand out the window like I don't care
But I'm going keep on driving
'Til there's peace of mind way deep down in my soul
If I got Waylon on the radio
You can blame it on a backroad
Yeah, blame it on a backroad
Go on and blame it on the backroad
Yeah, you know, on the backroad

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Ya Heard

Yeah, there's been times where I thought that my
Prayers never made it past the ceiling much less the sky
And I've had doubts and questions about
My faith but I don't really even know why or how

'Cause I look at this green-eyed girl from Tennessee
The one I bothered you about since I was seventeen
And I know that I wasn't wasting breath or words
'Cause I look at her and I'm pretty sure ya heard

This old guitar, dad played in bars
As soon as it was mine, I started seeing shooting stars
I played at parties, out in fields
And I hoped one day by the grace of you it just might pay the bills

Now I look at these people sitting in these seats
This dream I've bothered you about since I could barely sing
Yeah, I know that I wasn't wasting breath or words
My face is on the shirt, yeah, I'm pretty sure ya heard
Ya heard

Yeah, we tried for a while
And I got pretty mad at you, no I ain't gonna lie
But people say, you've got a way
Of being pretty funny while you make us wait

'Cause I look at these babies crawling up on me
The ones I've bothered you about since I was twenty-three
And I know that I wasn't wasting breath or words
'Cause I look at them and I look at her
More than I deserve, yeah, I'm pretty sure ya heard

I'm pretty sure ya heard
I'm pretty sure ya heard
Ooh ya heard