Reloaded: 20 #1 Hits

written by J.T. Harding, Josh Osborne, Trevor Rosen

You're crashin’ into me like waves on the coast
Every time we talk, you move in close
I don't want you stop, I don't want you to stop tonight

We've got the last two glasses on a straw hut bar
Tryin’ to remember what number we are
String of white lights makin’ your eyes shine tonight

We're buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is beggin’ to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You take my hand in yours, you lean in and
Your lips taste like sangria
Your lips taste like sangria

Wreckin' ball dancin' down the hallway
You're holding your shoes, wearing my shades
We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss

We're buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You take my hand in yours, you lean in and
Your lips taste like sangria
Your lips taste like sangria

Only thing I wanna do tonight
Is drink you like a Spanish wine
Let you let this head of mine
Keep spinnin’, spinnin’ around

We're buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is beggin’ to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You take my hand in yours, you lean in and
Your lips taste like sangria
Your lips taste like sangria

Your lips taste like sangria
Your lips taste like sangria

Oh

Only thing I want to do tonight
Is drink you like a Spanish wine
Let you let this head of mine
Keep spinning, spinning around

written by Brent Anderson, Ryan Hurd

I never thought you’d pick up the phone
It's Friday night, you should be out on the town
Didn't think you'd be sittin' at home all alone like me

Nothin' on TV, nothin' to do
Nothin' to keep my mind off you and me
And the way it was

Are you thinkin’ ‘bout it now because
I could be there in five
One more one last time

We don't have to be lonely tonight
(I need you, want you, I'm right here)
We don't have to be lonely tonight
(I know we shouldn't, but I don't care)
I don't wanna be right, I don't wanna be strong
I just wanna hold you till the heartbreak's gone
When the sun comes up, we can both move on
But we don't have to be lonely tonight

That taste, that touch, the fire I miss
Those kiss me eyes, your red wine lips on mine
Like it used to be
Baby, I want you and and you want me and

We don't have to be lonely tonight
(Need you, want you, I'm right here)
We don't have to be lonely tonight
(I know we shouldn't, but I don't care)
I don't wanna be right, I don't wanna be strong
I just wanna hold you till the heartbreak’s gone
When the sun comes up, we can both move on
But we don't have to be lonely tonight

I can be there in five
One more one last time

We don't have to be lonely tonight
(Oh, I need you, and I'm right here)
We don't have to be lonely tonight, tonight, tonight
Yeah, yeah

written by Andrew Dorff, Mark Irwin, Josh Kear

Ever since you left me, I’ve been ridin’ ‘round
Crankin’ up a little country gold heartbreak
Cried and dried these tears
I don't know how much more missin’ you I can take

I prayed, prayed, prayed
For a sign, sign, sign
Now there it is in the window
It's about time, damn time

There’s a neon light at the end of the tunnel
It ain't all that bright, but even though it's subtle
It's got me feeling alright, go on and make it a double
There's a neon light at the end of the tunnel, tunnel, tunnel

I take a shot of I don't care what you're doin’ now
Chase that one with a cold screw you
When that's done, I just might wash it down
With a big pitcher of someone new

That blond blonde blonde
At the bar, bar, bar
See if she wants to try and
Unbreak my heart, heart, heart

There's a neon light at the end of the tunnel
It ain't all that bright, but even though it's subtle
It's got me feeling alright, go on and make it a double
There's a neon light at the end of the tunnel, tunnel, tunnel

Well, when we were together
I thought life would suck forever
Even though I knew better than the pain would never end
They say the night's darkest just before
The dawn gets kissed by the day break
Got down on my knees

And I prayed, prayed, prayed
For a sign, sign, sign
Now there it is in the window
It's about time, damn time

There's a neon light at the end of the tunnel
It ain't all that bright, but even though it's subtle
It's got me feeling alright, go on and make it a double
There's a neon light at the end of the tunnel, tunnel, tunnel

written by Andrew Dorff, Tommy Lee James, Josh Osborne

Those high heels with that sun dress
Turquoise heart hanging 'round your neck
Red lips like wine, want to drink ‘em up
And keep on drinkin’ til you make me drunk

Tied up hair, want to let it down
And just let the rest fall to the ground
You take beautiful to the max
Can't help myself when you look like that

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you
Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you

There's a million stars dancin’ in the sky
A picture perfect moon so bright
But I don't care, I'm lookin’ at you
From where I stand, you can’t beat the view

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you
Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you

My eyes have seen
Some amazing things
But girl, my eyes ain’t seen
Nothin’ quite like you, hey baby

Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you
Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you
Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl, the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't want to take off of you

written by Wade Kirby, Phil O’Donnell

She likes it when I call in sick to work
Spend the whole day hangin’ with her
I might get fired but that's alright
I'm doin’ what she likes
She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas
And mix up a pitcher of margaritas
Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night
Doin’ what she likes

She likes hearin’ how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin’ what she likes
Like runnin’ my fingers through her long hair
Lighting’ watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin’ them burn and holdin’ her all night
I like doin’ what she likes

She likes it when I get past second gear
Sees gravel flyin’ in the rear view mirror
Sometimes I'm pushin’ ninety-five
Doin’ what she likes
And she likes it when I find a road that's dark
And we pull up somewhere and park
Turn the radio on and turn off the lights
Keep doin’ what she likes

She likes hearin’ how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin’ what she likes
Like runnin’ my fingers through her long hair
Lightin’ watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin’ them burn and holdin’ her all night
I like doin’ what she likes

She likes it when I sing her old silly songs
And throwin’ words where they don't belong
Sometimes we laugh 'til we almost cry
Doin’ what she likes
Doin’ what she likes

She likes hearin’ how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin’ what she likes
Like runnin’ my fingers through her long hair
Lightin’ watermelon candles upstairs
Lettin’ them burn and holdin’ her all night
I like doin’ what she likes

Yeah, I like doin’ what she likes
Hmm, yeah

written by Jessi Alexander, Connie Harrington, Deric Ruttan

What's your all-time high, your good-as-it-gets?
Your hands-down best ever makeup sex?
What's your guilty pleasure, your ol’ go-to?
Well, if you asked me, mine would be you

What's your worst hangover, your best night yet?
Your 90 proof, your Marlboro Red?
The best damn thing you lucked into?
Well, that’s easy, girl, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Sun-kissed shinin’, back road flyin’
Singin’ like crazy fools
Makin’ up our own words, laughin’ til it hurts
Baby, if I had to choose
My best day ever, my finest hour
My wildest dream come true
Mine would be you

What's your double dare, your go all in?
The craziest thing you ever did?
Plain as your name in this tattoo
Look on my arm, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Sun-kissed shinin’, back road flyin’
Singin’ like crazy fools
Makin’ up our own words, laughin’ til it hurts
Baby, if I had to choose
My best day ever, my finest hour
My wildest dream come true
Mine would be you

What's the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?
What's the one regret you can't work through?
You got it, baby, mine would be you
Yeah, you got it, baby, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Tail lights fadin’, daylight breakin’
Standin’ there like a fool
When I should've been runnin’, yellin’ out somethin’
To make you want to hold on to
The best love ever
Girl, can you tell me
The one thing you'd rather die than lose?
'Cause mine would be you

Mine would be you

written by Rhett Akins, Dallas Davidson, Craig Wiseman

Red red red red red red red red redneck

Well, the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ol' Bocephus through a jukebox needle
At the honky-tonk, where their boots stomp
All night, what
(That’s right)
Yeah, and what they call work, diggin’ in the dirt
Gotta get it in the ground 'fore the rain come down
To get paid, to get the girl
And your 4-wheel drive
A country boy can survive

Yeah, the boys 'round here
Drinkin’ that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kickin’ up dust
The boys 'round here
Sendin’ up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit
Aw heck
Red red red red red red red red redneck

Well, the boys 'round here, they're keepin’ it country
Ain't a damn one know how to do the dougie
You don't do the dougie?
No, not in Kentucky
But these girls 'round here yep, they still love me
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they all deserve a whistle
Shakin' that sugar, sweet as Dixie crystal
They like that y'all and southern drawl
And just can't help it cause they just keep fallin'

For the boys 'round here
Drinkin’ that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kickin’ up dust
The boys 'round here
Sendin’ up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit

Let me hear you say
Ooh, let's ride
Ooh, let's ride
Down to the river side

Hey now, girl, hop inside
Me and you gonna take a little ride to the river
Let's ride, that's right
Lay a blanket on the ground
Kissin’ and the crickets is the only sound
We out of town
Have you ever got down with a
Red red red red red red red red redneck
And do you wanna get down with a
Red red red red red red red red redneck
Girl, you gotta get down

With the boys 'round here
Drinkin’ that ice cold beer
Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks
Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kickin’ up dust
The boys 'round here
Sendin’ up a prayer to the man upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit

Ooh, let's ride
Red red red red red red red red redneck
Ooh, let's ride
I'm one of them boys 'round here
Ooh, let's ride
Red red red red red red red red redneck
Ooh, let's ride

Ooh, let's ride
Well, all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you and me, how we'll be
So come on, girl, hop inside
Me and you, we're gonna take a little ride
Lay a blanket on the ground
Kissin’ and the crickets is the only sound
We out of town
Girl, you gotta get down with a…
Come on through the country side
Down to the river side

written by Rodney Clawson, Jimmy Robbins, Chris Tompkins

I was gonna keep it real like chill
Like only have a drink or two
But it turned into a party when I started talking to you
Now you're standing in the neon
Looking like a high I wanna be on
Baby, it's your call, no pressure at all

You don’t have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don’t have to keep on smiling that smile that’s driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don’t have to keep me fallin’ like this
But it’d sure be cool if you did

You can’t shoot me down cause you
Already knocked me dead
Got me falling apart with my heart
Talking out of my head
Let your mind take a little back road
Just as far as you wanna go
Baby, I’ll do whatever you wanna do

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me fallin’ like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did

Have a night that you'll never forget

And now you're standing in the neon
Lookin’ like a high I wanna be on

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter
And lean a little closer
You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild
And when the night is almost over
Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat
And do a little bit of country song, hanging on
You don't have to keep me fallin’ like this
But it'd sure be cool if you did
Yeah, sure be cool if you did

written by Paul Jenkins, David Elliott Johnson

If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears
If I could
Light the world
We could sit
And watch it burn
We could fall asleep inside the glow

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

If I could
Take you in
Feeling you deep
Beneath my skin
Then I could
Slip away
With you as a poison in my veins
I don't want to fall asleep alone
And wake up knowing that I died without the one

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears

written by Jessi Alexander, Rodney Clawson, Jon Randall

Hey girl, hey, where you going?
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be heading home so early now
You say you got to work tomorrow
Got a lot on your mind
Let me buy another round
Girl, I think you and I should just

Drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

We can talk rocket science
Jesus or politics
How your boyfriend cheated on you
Man, he sounds like such a prick
I could use another whiskey
And your Cosmo's getting low
While we're tryin’ to figure out
The next place we should go

We can drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

This place is closing down
But I don't want to quit
Gotta good thing going, girl
Let's find out what it is
And drink on it
Your place or mine
Girl, we can drink on it
Dust off a bottle and drink on it
Feels like we're doing something right
Let's find a corner of the night
Where you and I can just drink on it
Put our heads together
And think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

Might make a memory that we won't forget

So let's just drink on it
Yeah
Mmm
Drink on it
Sleep on it
We can just drink on it

written by Dave Barnes

I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain’t who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm blows through
And I need you

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Gave me you

There's more here than what we’re seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you

Yeah!

God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you

On my own I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you

written by Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip

Girl, I’ve been thinking 'bout us
And you know I ain't good at this stuff
These feelings piling up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
A little sideways, yeah maybe
I don't know how long it'll take me but I'll do my best

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Yeah, that came out a little country
But every word was right on the money
And I got you smilin’, honey, right back at me
Now hold on cause I ain’t done
There's more where that came from
Well, you know I'm just having fun, but seriously

If you'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar, baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Your kiss just said it all
I'm glad we had this talk
Nothing left to do but fall in each other’s arms
I could have said, "I love you"
Could have wrote you a line or two
Baby, all I know to do is speak right from the heart

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

You'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar, baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
And I'll be your honey bee

I'll be your honey bee

written by Earl Bud Lee, John Wiggins

My oh my, you're so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking?

Do you pour a little something on the rocks?
Slide down the hallway in your socks?
When you undress, do you leave a path?
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

My oh my, you're so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking?

I want to know
I want to know
I want to know

Do you break things when you get mad?
Eat a box of chocolates cause you're feeling bad?
Do you paint your toes cause you bite your nails?
Call up mama when all else fails?

Who are you when I'm not around?
When the door is locked and the shades are down?
Do you listen to your music quietly?
And when it feels just right, are you thinking of me?

I want to know
I want to know
I want to know

My oh my, you're so good-looking
But who are you when I'm not looking?

written by Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip, Dallas Davidson

Don't bother tellin’ me what I got comin’ in the mornin’
I already know
I got some feel-good pills and a red gatorade by my bed
Ready to go

I'm going to do my best to dance with every girl in this bar
Before they shut it down
Then I'll pay my tab, climb in a cab
Headin’ to a spot downtown

It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughin’ and groovin’ to the band
Everybody's gettin’ right
No worries, we're rockin’ all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah, tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
It's all about tonight

Hey, pretty thing
I've been lookin’ at you since the moment that you walked in
I got some wild ass buddies that love spendin’ money
And I see you brought a couple of friends

Just tell me your name
I don't need your number or a date next Saturday
Baby, let's act like fools, break a few rules
Party the night away

It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughin’ and groovin’ to the band
Everybody's gettin’ right
No worries, we're rockin’ all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah, tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
It's all about tonight

Ha ha, yeah!
Slide

It's all about tonight
Good times and the music and laughin’ and groovin’ to the band
Everybody's getting right
No worries, we're rockin’ all kinds of concoctions in our hands
Yeah, tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
I said tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow
It's all about tonight

Yeah, it's all about tonight
Come on, it's all about tonight
We're goin’ to get our swerve on, our buzz on
It's all about tonight
Come on baby, I wouldn't worry about that
It's all about tonight

written by Luke Laird, Craig Wiseman

Oh man, you've got to watch where you're steppin’ around here

Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Conway Twitty
Don't know nothin’ about grits and greens
Never been south of Queens
But he flew down here on a business trip
I took him honky tonkin’ and that was it
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Ah, preach about hillbilly to ‘em, Blake.

Listen to this.

Nah, you aren’t got to be born out in the sticks
With an F-150 and a 30-06
Or have a bubba in the family tree
To get on down with me
Yeah, bubba, all you need is an open mind
If it fires you up you got to let it shine
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Come on, come on, come on

You ain’t alone
You ain’t alone

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Come on y'all

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts bangin’ and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollerin’ “Yee Haw!”
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man, you gotta admit that it’s in them genes
Ain’t nothing wrong, just gettin’ on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone

Well, there it is
I’ve always wanted to sing a bone song

written by Jennifer Adan, Cory Batten

Red roadside wild flower, if I'd only picked you
Took you home, set you on the counter
Oh, at least a time or two
Maybe she’d’ve thought it through

Yellow sunset slowly dipping down in the rear view
Oh, how she'd love to sit and watch you
I could have done that a whole lot more
If I hadn't been so stubborn, been so selfish
Thought about her more, thought about me less
Joked and made her laugh, held her when she cried
A little more of that, maybe I

Wouldn't be driving like hell
Flyin’ like crazy down the highway
Callin’ everyone we know
Stoppin’ any place she might be
Goin’ any place she might go
Beatin’ on the dash
Screamin’ out her name at the windshield
Tears soakin’ up my face
If I had loved her this much all along
Maybe, maybe, yeah, maybe
She wouldn't be gone
She wouldn't be gone

She warned me it was coming
Said if I didn't change, she was leaving
I just didn't believe she would ever really walk out
God, I believe her now

Called her mama, cried like a baby to her best friend
Now if they've seen her, they aren’t saying, they aren’t saying
Now I'm cursing like a fool, praying it ain’t too late
All I want to do is fix my mistakes
Find her beg her for one more try
Until then, damn it I’ll

Be drivin’ like hell
Flyin’ like crazy down the highway
Callin’ everyone we know
Stoppin’ any place she might be
Goin’ any place she might go
Beatin’ on the dash
Screamin’ out her name at the windshield
Tears soakin’ up my face
If I had loved her this much all along
Maybe, maybe, yeah, maybe
She wouldn't be gone

I wouldn't be beatin’ on the dash
Screamin’ out her name at the windshield
Tears soakin’ up my face
If I had loved her this much all along
Maybe, maybe, yeah, maybe
She wouldn't be gone

Red roadside wild flower, if I'd only picked you
Took you home, set you on the counter
Oh, at least a time or two
Maybe she’d've thought it through

written by Michael Bublé, Alan Chang, Amy Foster-Gillies

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I want to go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I want to go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I'm fine baby, how are you?”
I would send them, but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another airplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky, I know
But I want to go home
I've got to home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I want to come home

And I feel just like I'm livin’ someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was goin’ right
And I know just why you could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day
Has come and gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I want to go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by a million people
I still feel alone
And I want to go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I'm coming back home

Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

written by Rory Lee Feek, Paul Overstreet

Drivin’ down the interstate
Runnin’ thirty minutes late
Singin’ Margaritaville and mindin’ my own
Some foreign car driving dude with a road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talkin’ on his cell phone
He started yellin’ at me like I did somethin’ wrong
He flipped me the bird and then he was gone

Some beach, somewhere
There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair
Palm trees are growin’ and warm breeze is blowin’
I picture myself right there
On some beach, somewhere

I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar was gettin’ into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up
But from out of nowhere a Mercedes Benz
Came cruisin’ up and whipped right in

Some beach, somewhere
There's nowhere to go when you got all day to get there
There's cold margaritas and hot señoritas smiling with long dark hair
On some beach, somewhere

Well, I sat in that waiting room
It seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said, Doc's ready for you
You’re not going to feel a thing,
We'll give you some Novocain
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drillin’ before I was numb

Some beach, somewhere
There's a beautiful sunset burnin’ up the atmosphere
There's music and dancin’ and lovers romancin’
In the salty evening air
On some beach, somewhere
On some beach, somewhere

written by Harley Allen, Michael White

My brother said that I
Was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child
So I got by with more

I guess she was tired by
The time I came along
She'd laugh until she cried
I could do no wrong
She would always save me
Because I was her baby

I worked a factory in Ohio
A shrimp boat in the Bayou
I drove a truck in Birmingham
Turned 21 in Cincinnati
I called home to mom and daddy
I said, "Your boy is now a man"
She said, "I don't care if you're eighty
You’ll always be my baby"

She loved that photograph
Of our whole family
She'd always point us out
For all her friends to see

That's Greg, he's doing great
He really loves his job
And Ronnie with his two kids
How about that wife he's got
And that one's kind of crazy
But that one is my baby

I got a call in Alabama
Said come on home to Louisiana
And come as fast as you can fly
Cause your mama really needs you
And says she's got to see you
She might not make it through the night
The whole way I drove 80
So she could see her baby

She looked like she was sleeping
And my family had been weeping
By the time that I got to her side
And I knew that she'd been taken
And my heart it was breaking
I never got to say goodbye

I softly kissed that lady
And cried just like a baby

written by Kirsti Manna, David Kent

She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back to Austin
Cos she talked about it all the time
It was almost a year
Before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine
Is what she got

If you're calling 'bout the car, I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm bowling
If you've got something to sell
You're wasting your time, I'm not buying
If it's anybody else, wait for the tone
You know what to do
And P.S. if this is Austin
I still love you

The telephone fell to the counter
She heard but she couldn't believe
What kind of man would hang on that long
What kind of love that must be
She waited three days
And then she tried again
She didn't know what she'd say
But she heard three rings and then

If it's Friday night I'm at the ballgame
And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain
I'm headed out to the lake
And I'll be gone, all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home
On Sunday afternoon
And P.S. if this is Austin
I still love you

Well, this time she left her number
But not another word
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
And this is what he heard

If you're calling 'bout my heart, it's still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy
This is no machine you're talking to
Can't you tell, this is Austin
And I still love you
I still love you

written by Luke Laird, Craig Wiseman

I'm gonna take you for a date, take you for a ride
Gonna get you over there on the passenger side
I'm gonna put the radio on your favorite song
I'm gonna crank on it up and get you singin’ along

Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl, I'm diggin’ on hittin’ on you tonight
And maybe it’s hopin’, I’m wishin’, I wanna
It's a damn right, hold ya tight
Baby, I'm gonna

So what's it gonna take? What's it gonna be?
We can pump it on the boulevard or kick it in the country
Me and you, you and me, money back, guaranteed
Love you every night in Daytona, I'm gonna

Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl, I'm diggin’ on hittin’ on you tonight
And maybe it’s hopin’, I’m wishin’, I wanna
It's a damn right, hold ya tight
Baby, I'm gonna

Love you all night long til the crickets start chirpin'
Girl, I ain’t just flirtin’, I’m certain
I’m workin’ on a long term plan, gonna be your man
Gonna put a little rock steady on your hand

Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl, I'm diggin’ on hittin’ on you tonight
And maybe it’s hopin’, I’m wishin’, I wanna
It's a damn right, hold ya tight
Baby, I'm gonna

Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl, I'm diggin’ on hittin’ on you tonight
And maybe it’s hopin’, I’m wishin’, I wanna
It's a damn right, hold ya tight
Baby, I'm gonna

Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Ooh
Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Yeah