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 Shawn Camp, Phillip White

Don't waste your time lookin’ over your shoulder
Those loves from the past ain’t gettin’ no closer
When I look in my future you're all I can see
So honey, don’t go loving on nobody but me

Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
Now you can do what you want to
But I'm asking pretty please
Honey, don’t go lovin’ on nobody but me

I took my time to tell you how I feel
Just because I took so long don't mean that it isn't real
I ain't got no diamond, but I'm down on my knees
Honey, don’t go lovin’ on nobody but me

Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
Now you can do what you want to
But I'm asking pretty please
Honey, don’t go lovin’ on nobody but me

Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
Now you can do what you want to
But I'm asking pretty please
Honey, don’t go lovin’ on nobody but me

Don't go lovin’ on nobody but me

written by Bobby Braddock

Baby baby baby
He's got you cryin’ again
Baby baby baby
He's got you cryin’ again
He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend

I know that he loves you
Looks like he'd show it now and then
I know that he loves you
Looks like he'd show it now and then
He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend

He kicks off his shoes, throws down his coat
Opens a beer, grabs the remote
You’re never heard, and you’re seldom seen
A joker don't deserve a queen

Baby baby baby
Why don't you just get rid of him
(Tell him to go)
He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend
(That's right)

He makes you cry, I'll make you laugh
He rubs you wrong, I'll rub your back
You’re never heard, and you’re seldom seen
A joker don't deserve a queen

Baby baby baby
Why don't you just get rid of him (Bye bubba)
He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend
He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend
Good old boy, bad old boyfriend

written by Blake Shelton, Scott Joyce

Little by little now, babe
I've come a long, long way
Pickin’ up the pieces that you threw away
Did you give it up
Did I let you down
Either way it doesn't matter
Cause I'm finally coming around
I hope you find where you belong
Hello, goodbye
Life goes on

In another town, in a little place
Lookin’ in the eyes of a pretty face
I ain’t no fool
I know what she's thinkin’
I can hold her in my arms
But I could never let her stay
Cause, love, your sweet love
Still gets in the way

Minute by minute
I hear the voice in my heart
Be a man, take her hand and make a new start
So I think a little less
I drink a little more
Cause all in all she's everything
That I've been waitin’ for
She smiles that smile
I face the fact
Love's a give and take thing
And I can't give it back

In another town, in a little place
Lookin’ in the eyes of a pretty face
I ain’t no fool
I know what she's thinkin’
I can hold her in my arms
But I could never let her stay
Cause, love, your sweet love
Still gets in the way

In another town, in a little place
Lookin’ in the eyes of a pretty face
I ain’t no fool
I know what she's thinkin’
I can hold her in my arms
But I could never let her stay
Cause, love, your sweet love
Still gets in the way
Love still gets in the way
Still gets in the way

written by James Dean Hicks, Roger Murrah

It's your life - you say you need a change
Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything
You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door
How can you walk away
Don't I matter anymore

If being free’s worth what you leave behind
And if it's too late for love to change your mind
Then it's goodbye time

If we had known our love would come to this
We could have saved our hearts the hurt of wasted years
Well, it's been fun - what else can I say
If the feeling's gone
Words won't stop you anyway

If being free’s worth what you leave behind
And if it's too late for love to change your mind
Then it's goodbye time

Goodbye, baby

written by Paul Overstreet, Even Stevens

On a Mississippi morning
My dad yelled out a warning
Son, you better hit that cotton patch real soon
And on my way down to the field
As I passed Old Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan skinny dippin’ nude

Well, I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized, I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen
Then she gave me a come-in smile
Nearly drove my body wild
I fell down tryin’ to kick off my jeans

Well, on that cotton picking mornin’
I met up with Becky Morgan
You know that day I didn't get to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time

Well, I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin’
Cause that pickin’ cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't need too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin’ you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine

And every cotton picking mornin’
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang summer I never got to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time

We've come a long way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
And I bought that mill just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growing old
We still go down there to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild

Now every cotton picking mornin’
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know we’ll both remember
Sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time

Now every cotton picking mornin’
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know we’ll both remember
Sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time

We were sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time
We were sowin’ oats at cotton pickin’ time

written by Leslie Satcher, Jim Lauderdale

I can't have this conversation
Without lots of reservations on the line
If there's a way to slip around it
Then I'm bound to get around it one more time

Honey, you are so persuasive
But it makes me more evasive when you pry
You can label me elusive
But the facts are inconclusive at this time

But you can't handle what's on my mind
I've got roses growin’ over what you'd find
But keep on askin’ if you're inclined
But you can't handle what's on my mind

I don't mean to drive you crazy
Comin’ off all vague and hazy just because
I don't have an answer for you
I just wouldn't wanna bore you if it does

Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
I've got roses growin’ over what you'd find
But keep on askin’ if you're inclined
But you can't handle what's on my mind

But keep on askin’ if you're inclined
But you can't handle what's on my mind
No, you can't handle what's on my mind

written by Jimmy Melton, Harley Allen

Tommy's daddy kept a six pack in the fridge
We thought we were old enough to do what daddies did
It didn't take us long to go from drunk to really sick
When I walked in my house, I stumbled just a bit

You play it cool but it's no use
Dad ain’t no fool and that's the truth
Chewing gum won't cover up that smell
You can't hide one single thought
If you try, you'll just get caught
When somebody knows you that well

We lost Daddy in nineteen ninety-nine
I took care of everybody's pain except for mine
And then one night my wife took my face in her hands
She said, "I think it's time you cry for your old man.”

You play it cool but it's no use
She ain’t no fool and that's the truth
And my teardrops finally fell
You can't hide one single thought
If you try, you'll just get caught
When somebody knows you that well

I could probably do more to help my fellow man
But life gets busy and I hope God understands
Someday, when I get time, I’ll do more than my share
Funny how I'm thinking this sitting in my easy chair

You play it cool but it's no use
God ain’t no fool and that's the truth
And he won't let you fool yourself
You can't hide one single thought
If you try, you'll just get caught
When somebody knows you that well

When somebody knows you that wellOnce I get myself through that old screen door
The world can't touch me anymore

Daddy don't know a stranger
A handshake and he's your friend
Oh, and Mama, she's an angel
She'll hold you tight till the heartache ends
Just a place made of nails and wood
But it's the love that makes you feel so good
That's what I call
That's what I call home

That's what I call home
That's what I call home

written by Blake Shelton, Tom Shapiro, Tony Martin

On a good day, when I think about her
I only cry a couple hundred tears
And on a good day, when I can't forget about her
I can dull the pain with just a couple beers
On a good day I can even fake a smile
When somebody says I'm going to be okay
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin’ a good day

So set them up, here’s a hundred dollars
Keep them coming, Joe (woah, woah)
When I've had enough, call this number and my brother
Will pour me in his car and drive me home
On a good day, I become the kind of man
That even I can barely tolerate
And as you can plainly see
I'm not havin’ a good day

On a good day, I would never crash a party
Knowing she'd be there with someone else
And on a good day, I would have stopped before I started
To make a major fool of myself
On a good day, I'd been quick enough to duck
Before her new love punched me in the face
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin’ a good day

So set them up, here’s a hundred dollars
Keep them coming, Joe (woah, woah)
When I've had enough, call this number and my brother
Will pour me in his car and drive me home
On a good day, I become that kind of man
That even I can barely tolerate
And as you can plainly see
I'm not havin’ a good day

Yeah, I only see you, Joe
When I'm not having a good day
No, I’m not having a good day

written by Harley Allen

Mr. Bourbon and Coke laughs
At all of my jokes when he's drinkin’
Mr. Martini stares
He never shares what he's thinkin’

Miss Sexy Red Wine tells me at closin’ time
That she'll phone me
Mr. Whiskey Shot Glass watches hookers
Walk past when he's lonely

I'm a bartender
I pour the drinks
Laugh with the sinners
And cry with the saints
And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender

Mr. Never Does Tip says
That none of his kids ever call home
Mrs. Chews On Her Lip tells someone
She's at work on her cell phone

Mrs. Husband Just Died always
Breaks down and cries on the weekends
Just another long night in a
Bartender's life with some good friends

I'm a bartender
I pour the drinks
Laugh with the sinners
And cry with the saints
And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender

And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender

written by Mary Gauthier, Crit Harmon

He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids gettin’ in his hair
At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame
Now that same frown’s in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddies yell, mommas cry
Old men sit and think
I drink

Chicken TV dinner
Six minutes on defrost, three on high
Beer to wash it down with, then another
Some whiskey on the side
It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every night’s the same
I don't need another lover hangin’ ‘round
Tryin’ to make me change

Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave, by and by
Old men sit and think
I drink

I know what I am
But I don’t give a damn

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddies yell, mommas cry
Old men sit and think
I drink

I drink