Based On A True Story…

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 Michael Dulaney, William Gray, Ian Kirkpatrick

Where are you now?
Who's holding you now?
When your world stands still, do you remember?
Leaves were falling
We were falling
Almost like a dream, do you remember?

Seasons changed
We both changed
Sometimes I go back to when

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holding forever back then
Do you remember?

Where I am now
Is where I should be now
You're so far away, but always with me

And it seems like
Another life
Whenever I go back to when

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holding forever back then
Do you remember?

We ran, we kissed, we learned to love, to live

We ran, put our feet in the water
We danced, didn't care who could see
We sang every song to each other
Summer would end, but not for me
I still feel the hope in your kisses
I still feel the sun on your skin
I swear I was holding forever back then
Do you remember?
Do you remember?

written by Clint Lagerberg, Craig Wiseman

Yeah, Hollywood Boulevard
Lookin’ down, seein’ stars
90210, Rodeo is Rodeo
Glad I hit it, glad I did it, and I'd do it again
Yeah, and hang with my friends

With them red Maseratis and them tuned up bodies
And everybody gonna to be the next somebody
Yeah, this place is a trip
Hey but meanwhile back in the sticks

Somebody's havin’ a small town big time night
Somebody's rockin’ the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's crankin’ it up or fallin’ in love
Or keepin’ the buzz sippin’ on a little moonlight

Yeah, they know how to rock
Out in the boondocks
Cause believe me, I've been there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Yeah, two lane town squares
Cotton queens, county fairs
With a water tank
Got one hundred girls' names under the paint

Glad I hit it, glad I did it and I'd do it again
Yeah, I miss my friends

With them pick them up trucks and them dirt road ruts
And all them country girls get to struttin’ their stuff
East, west, north or south
Yeah, you better believe that right about now

Somebody's havin’ a small town big time night
Somebody's rockin’ the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's crankin’ it up or fallin’ in love
Or lightin’ it up with a KC spotlight

Yeah, they all got the swerve
Down back in their hometown
I wish that I was there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Somebody's havin’ a small town big time night
Somebody's rockin’ the main street with red tail lights
Somebody's crankin’ it up or fallin’ in love
And twistin’ it up and dodgin’ them blue lights

Yeah, they know how to kick it
Way out past the limits
Cause baby, I've been there
Somebody's having a small town big time night, somewhere

Yeah, somebody's havin’ a small town big time night, somewhere
I wish that I was there
Yeah, I wish that I was there

written by Rodney Clawson, Chris Tompkins, Craig Wiseman

You ever wonder why country songs say the same old thing
Like a broken record skippin’ down on main
Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans?
You know what I mean

Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine
Juke joints, jumpin’ on the county line
Heard ‘em sing about it a million times
But I don't mind

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealin’ those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always going to be a party out in the pines
Always going to be a shot up highway sign
Paper sack full of beer and a jar of shine
From time to time

There's always going to be people tryin’ to run us down
Sayin’ we ain’t got nothin’ on a big town
I bet they'd come around
If they came on down

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealin’ those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

There's always goin’ to be a part of me
Kicking back in BFE
Yeah, that's how it's always goin’ to be

As long as there's a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that slide guitar
And your baby's on the tailgate
And you're stealin’ those kisses to a little George Strait
That's how we rock, and that's how we roll
As long as there's country on the radio

Some country on the radio
As long as there's a small town
Saturday nights
Blue jean babies
Yeah, tip back your Dixie
Stealin’ those kisses

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 Gary Hannan, Craig Wiseman

Well, it must've been 100 in that summer sun
And I've been in it all day
Puttin’ up with that prick of an owner's son
Makin’ me some hillbilly pay

Workin’ right through lunch, bustin’ my hump
Helpin’ his daddy stay rich
So when he kept me behind to pull some overtime
I told that little son of a bitch

Hey, I've been punchin’ your clock, givin’ all I got
Puttin’ up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me, son
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Hey, I've been breakin’ my butt but it's never enough
Ain’t a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey, but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Yeah, I've been draggin’ home almost every night
‘Bout the time that you're goin’ out
Wearin’ something way too short and tight
Leavin’ me and the dog on a couch

Yeah, now word's getting round you've been sneakin’ downtown
Dancin’ way too risqué
Well, I got a few dirty dance moves too
And a cute little one finger wave

Hey, I've been punchin’ your clock, givin’ all I got
Puttin’ up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me, hon
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Well, I've been breakin’ my hump but it's never enough
Ain’t a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey, but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Here it comes

Hey, I've been punchin’ your clock, givin’ all I got
Puttin’ up with your pain in the rear
Adios, I'm done, you can find me, hon
Between a hottie and an ice cold beer

Well, I've been bustin’ my ass; you don’t care about that
Ain’t a part of me that doesn't hurt
Hey, but lucky for me you can easily see
I still got a finger that works

Oh yeah
Woo!
Yes, I do
Look at that thing
You know you're number one, baby

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 Dean Dillon, Tim Nichols, David Turnbull

Think I'll grab a bottle of Patrón
When I get off work on my way home
Fill that hot tub full of bubble bath, kick back, relax
Baby, you and me and nothing on

Got a weekend comin’ just in time
We're both needin’ what I've got in mind
What I got in mind, that's me and you into me and you
Can't wait to get you all alone, yeah

Lay low, stay home and stay high
Stay up, make love, all night
I want to run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, takin’ it slow
Stay home, stay high and lay low

Well, let our kisses do the talkin’, girl
Take each other to another world
Feel like we're a million miles from here
Somewhere out there, without going anywhere at all

Lay low, stay home and stay high, yeah
Stay up, make love, all night
I want to run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, takin’ it slow
Stay home, stay high and

Lay low, stay home and stay high
Stay up, make love, all night
I want to run my fingers over every single inch of you
Take my time, takin’ it slow
Stay home, stay high and lay low

Stay home, stay high and lay low

written by Rhett Skins, Marv Green, Ben Hayslip

Well, I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars
All them old country songs Daddy used to play
I'm crazy about Friday nights, cold beer and good times
Crazy ‘bout a summer day out on the lake

But I'm ten times crazier about your love, girl
I'd do ‘bout anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy about a lot of things, baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

Well, I'm all about a weekend, kickin’ with my good friends
Every now and then I like to make a little noise
But don't you go thinkin’ that I won't leave them hangin’
Cause even though I'm crazy about them good ol’ boys

I'm ten times crazier about your loving, girl
I'd do ‘bout anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy about a lot of things, baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

I know you love me, girl, that's easy to see
But as crazy as you say you are about me

I'm ten times crazier about your loving, girl
I'd do ‘bout anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy about a lot of things, baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

I'm ten times crazier about your loving, girl
I'd do ‘bout anything you ask me to
I'm just plain crazy about a lot of things, baby
But I'm ten times crazier about you

written by Rhett Akins, Dallas Davidson, Bobby Pinson

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain’t for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell
Granddaddy's gun

He bought it new out of a Sears & Roebuck catalog
And it shot a many shell over the top of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off
Granddaddy's gun

It's just a double barrel 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
“A gun's like a woman, son it's all how you hold her”
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my son
Granddaddy's gun

He handed it to me on the day I turned 13
With a half-shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean
I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me
With granddaddy's gun

It's just a double barrel 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
“A gun's like a woman, son it's all how you hold her”
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my son
Granddaddy's gun

There's a long beard livin’ on the livin’ room wall
That I got with a box call
And granddaddy's gun
There's a shot up stop sign on 49
That me and Billy Joe took out one night
With granddaddy's gun
Granddaddy's gun

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain’t for sale

written by Ben Hayslip, Rhett Akins

I picked up the phone
She said, Hey it's me
I know it feels like forever since I've heard your voice
But I guess that's how it had to be

So we talked awhile
Til she said I better go
But before we hung up she said
There's something you need to know

I found someone
It just happened outta the blue
Even though I'm movin’ on
It don't mean that I don't still love you
And you'll always have
A place here in my heart
But somewhere in this new life I've begun
I found someone

Well, I wasn't surprised
Still it hit me kind of hard
It's hard to believe a little space and time
Could turn into miles and worlds apart

I said, I'm happy for you
You deserve the very best
Since you've been gone, I've done some prayin’
And some searchin’ for myself

And I found someone
It just happened outta the blue
And even though I'm movin’ on
It don't mean that I don't still love you
And you'll always have
A place here in my heart
But somewhere in this new life I've begun
I found someone

But it took tears and time down on my knees
And it's not who you'd ever guess
Or who I dreamed it'd be
But in the mirror one morning looking back at me

I found someone
It just happened outta the blue
And it took everything I had
It took me losin’ you
But you'll always have
A place here in my heart
But somewhere in this new life I've begun

Lookin’ for my place under the sun
I found someone

written by Blake Shelton, Charles Quillen

There's a picture of you on my dresser
And it's been there since you said goodbye
And when I look in its direction
You’re starin’ my heart straight in the eye

It just sits there smilin’ at me
Takin’ me back in time
And before I know it
I'm all caught up in
That old frame of mine

Well, I wish I could tear it to pieces
And I've tried with all of my might
But somehow I can't find courage
Oh, to let you out of my sight

It just sits there smilin’ at me
Takin’ me back in time
And before I know it
I'm all caught up in
That old frame of mine

Yeah, before I know it
I'm all caught up in
That old frame of mine