All About Tonight

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!
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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 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 Jeff Bates, Jason Matthews

Get up, put your clothes on, baby
Come on, let's do something crazy
Take a midnight drive down
An old dirt road

I want to see your bare feet on my dash
The night wind blowin’ your hair back
Slide across that seat
And sit real close

Baby, let's go

Snuggled up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothin’ between us
But jeans, and with a little luck
We'll kick them off before the night is through
And we'll be doin' that thing we do

We'll take some blankets and we'll make a spread
I'll tuck you into my pick-up bed
We'll watch the country stars
Putting on a show

I want to see your bare skin in the moonlight
Kiss your lips, girl, and hold you all night
Make a lot of love
And make it real slow

Baby, let's go

Snuggled up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothin’ between us
But jeans, and with a little luck
We'll shuck them off before the night is through
And we'll be doin’ that thing we do

We've been runnin’ 'round doing this and that
It's time we got back to what we're good at

Snuggling up in my truck
Windows down, radio up
Just you and me, nothin’ between us
But jeans, and with a little luck
We'll shuck them off before the night is through
And we'll be doin’ that thing we do
Yeah, we'll be doin’ that thing we do
Doin’ that thing we do

written by Jim Beavers, Chris Stapleton

[Blake]

This is our love story

Hey, baby I just asked your daddy
If I could take your hand
He said, "Boy, over my dead body"
Guess I ain’t his kind of man

[Miranda]

But I love you and you love me
So, baby I got to plan
We'll push my truck off of Red Top Bridge
Right below the Jackson Dam

[Duet]

Hey, they'll be draggin’ the river
Catchin’ nothing but an old catfish
They'll be draggin’ the river
That'll show that son of a bitch

[Blake]

It's been raining for the last two weeks
So the water's up good and high
We'll just wait 'til it's good and late
So there aren’t nobody passin’ by

[Miranda]

I’ll call my cousin
He'll pick us up and take us to the Greyhound Bus
We'll be standin’ in front of that preacher
By the time they're lookin’ for us

[Duet]

And they'll be draggin’ the river
But they aren’t goin’ to find a thing
They'll be draggin’ the river
I'll be wearin’ me a diamond ring

[Blake]

Ah, we're going to show them

I know that it might sound crazy
Just a little bit too extreme
But to get some of your sweet lovin’
Baby, I'd do anythin’

[Duet]

Sooner or later
They'll find my letter sayin’ that we're alright
We'll be rockin’ at the Red Roof Inn
This time tomorrow night

And they'll be draggin’ the river
Saying, "Lord, what a cryin' shame"
They'll be draggin’ the river
We'll be runnin', they'll never see it comin’

They'll be draggin’ the river
They'll be draggin’ the river
But they aren’t goin’ to find a thing

[Blake]

Sorry about calling your dad a son of a bitch earlier
Hey, do you think he'll still hire me?

[Miranda]

Whoa, that thing's little
The diamond, I mean

written by Miranda Lambert, Hillary Scott

Pain is growing like a vine, stranglin' my heart
When I think the worst is over, that's right when it starts
Someone says your name, sometimes I don't feel a thing
But then there's days like today, whoa, that are suffocating

When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating

The memory of what used to be cuts me like a thorn
Loneliness starts rollin' in like thunder from a storm
My strength starts to sway, I feel the winds of change
It's such a paralyzing place, oh, and it's suffocating

When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating

Let the rain wash it all away
Can't you love me another day?
Oh, I curse myself
Cause nothing’s changed, nothing’s changed

When I think it's dead and gone
Then it starts to rain, oh, and it grows again
I find myself out in your driveway
My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating

written by Tony Mullins, Craig Wiseman

Time by lady Rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton

High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin and tonics
Sunglass by Gucci
Never been to Chattahoochee

She may look like New York, Miami, L.A
But when it comes to lovin’ me, she ain’t that way
She got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country in her

Friday, Soho
That's where all the cool, cool people go
Shake your pelvis
That’ll get you behind the velvet

Disco at the Air Bar
But what I really miss is a guitar
With a whammy bar
Going wah, wah, wah, wah

She may look like New York, Miami, L.A
But when it comes to lovin’ me, she ain’t that way
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her

Ah, hang on!

She's got a little country, got a little country
I said, she's got a little country, got a little country in her
Got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country

Giddy up!

She's runnin’ with the big dogs, she's livin’ on the high hog
We're rollin’ in the hay every night
She's even sayin’ yeehaw, ridin’ that hillbilly seesaw
We're havin’ us a ball and holdin’ on tight

She may look like New York, Miami, L.A
But when it comes to lovin’ me, she ain’t that way
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her