Blake Shelton

written by Blake Shelton, Doug Johnson

It brings back an old feeling
Running into you like this
I'm really not afraid of hurting
But I can't stand the awkwardness
Do I laugh
Do I cry
Do I dare look in your eyes

Oh no, here it goes
My hands start to shake
My heart's going to show
Like the day we met
To the night you said we're through
Every time I look at you

You seem to be a bit distracted
I wish that I could feel the same
You never were too good at acting
Baby some things never change
I can't keep from letting go
It's something that I can't control

Oh no, here it goes
My hands start to shake
My heart's going to show
Like the day we met
To the night you said we're through
Every time I look at you

You stand there looking sweet and innocent
But how can you be so cruel and confident
At my expense

Oh no, here it goes
My hands start to shake
My heart's going to show
Like the day we met
To the night you said we're through
Every time I look at

Oh no, here it goes
My hands start to shake
My heart's going to blow
Like the day we met
To the night you said we're through
Every time I look at you

Oh yeah, every time I look at you

written by Blake Shelton, Earl Thomas Conley, Mike Pyle

There was a time
I really used to care about what others thought
And the way they talk
In a crowd
I used to pull away when she would kiss my face
And touch my hair
She didn't care who saw

She was all over me
And I used to let it get all over me
And now to prove that I love her
I'd crawl on my knees for the whole world to see
Now that she's all over me

The sky is blue
But from where I stand in the middle of this heartache
It sure looks gray
All alone
What I wouldn't give if I could feel
The familiar touch of her love holding me again

She was all over me
And I used to let it get all over me
And now to prove that I love her
I'd crawl on my knees for the whole world to see
Now that she's all over me

She was all over me
And I used to let it get all over me
And now to prove that I love her
I'd crawl on my knees for the whole world to see
Now that she's all over me

written by John Rich, Chris Waters, Tom Shapiro

On Friday night when I see her out
Even in a crowd she's hard to miss
There aren’t a man breathing air
Who wouldn't stop and stare
And the best part is

She doesn't know she's got it
She doesn't know how bad we want it
She doesn't know she's got it
And that's what's a getting to me

She'll close her eyes when the music plays
And the way she sways
Really rocks the room
She doesn't mean to get things stirred
It's just a thing in her that was born to move

She doesn't know she's got it
She doesn't know how bad I want it
She doesn't know she's got it
Oh, and that's what's a getting to me

I'm going to work my courage up
Tell her I'm in love
I'm in love a lot
She has my heart on a string
Like everything the girl has got

She doesn't know she's got it
She doesn't know how bad I want it
She doesn't know she's got it
Oh, and that's what's a getting to me

She doesn't know she's got it
She doesn't know how bad I want it
She doesn't know she's got it
Oh, and that's what's a getting to me

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 James ‘Bo’ Bohan, Don Goodman, Mark Sherrill

Well I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well I'd been here for two long years
I finally made the warden my friend
And so he sentenced me to a life of ease
Taking care of Ol’ Red

Now Ol' Red he's the damnedest dog that I've ever seen
Got a nose that can smell a two day trail
He's a four legged tracking machine
You can consider yourself mighty lucky
To get past the gators and the quicksand beds
But all these years that I've been here
Ain’t nobody got past Red

And the warden sang
Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itching to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red will have you treed before the mornin’ comes

Well I paid off the guard and I slipped out a letter
To my cousin up in Tennessee
Oh, and he brought down a blue tick hound
She was pretty as she could be
Well they penned her up in the swampland
'Bout a mile just south of the gate
And I'd take Ol' Red for his evening run
I'd just drop him off and wait

And the warden sang
Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itching to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red will have you treed before the mornin’ comes

Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing
His lady every night
And so I kept him away for three or four days
And waited till the time got right
Well I made my run with the evening sun
And I smiled when I heard them let Red out
Cause I was headed north to Tennessee
And Ol' Red was headed south

And the warden sang
Come on somebody
Why don't you run
Ol' Red's itching to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red will have you treed before the mornin’ comes

Now there's red haired blue ticks all in the South
Love got me in here and love got me out

written by Bobby Braddock

I knew something was the matter
It really needed my attention
And I had planned to look into it someday
But I was busy making money
I wanted you to be proud of me
Now I wish I could turn the clock back some way

I thought there was time

I never thought that you would leave me
I always thought that I could find you
Somewhere near a phone to answer when I call
Now you have my full attention
Now you're all that I can think of
This is not what I expected at all

I thought there was time
I thought there was time

Are you even on this planet
Can you see these pretty flowers
Or am I standing here just talking to the wind
How I wish that I had told you
How I wish that I had shouted
I love you I love you I love you I love you back then

I thought there was time
I thought there was time
I thought there was time
I thought there was time

written by Bobby Braddock

Now I love country music
And I guess I always will
But these days, when I turn on the radio
It's just not the same thrill
I like a song that gives me chill bumps
Now and then there's some that still do
But I'm fed up with the same old vanilla
Hey, how about you

I'm tired of the same old guy
With the same old song
About the same old love
It goes on and on
Same old guitar
And the same old strum
I may be country but I'm not dumb

Hey there Mr. Songwriter
Come and visit in my home
Then tell me about life being perfect
And love that goes on and on and on
Then ride with me in my old Bronco
Down to the factory for eight hours
Then let me introduce you to my supervisor
Then write me a song about sunshine and flowers

And the same old guy
With the same old song
About the same old love
It goes on and on
Same old guitar
And the same old strum
I may be country but I'm not dumb

I want to hear a song about passion
I want to hear a song about sin
I want to hear a song about redemption
Yeah, sing me one of them
Tell me about a cowboy in Australia
Tell me about a prisoner in China
Tell me about some old stock car driver
Down in Orangeburg, South Carolina
Instead of

The same old guy
With the same old song
About the same old love
It goes on and on (and on)
Same old guitar
And the same old strum
I may be country but I'm not dumb

Same old
Same old
Same old

written by Blake Shelton, Richard Mainegra, Michael Kosser

There's a house that's a little run down
This city ain’t never found
It's miles and miles from a paved road
That's where we grew up
Seven children raised on love
When life gets hard, that's where we go

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

Daddy built it with his own two hands
Overlooking his grandpa's land
Now through the years a lot has changed
But driving up this gravel road
I get that feeling in my soul
I thank God some things still remain

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

Once 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, Billy Montana, Don Ellis

Fires are burning up the forests
Down along the Amazon
There's children starving in Guatemala
They're just barely hanging on

And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong
And Lord, while you're listening
Could I mention some troubles of my own
I got problems right here at home

A teenage boy in Mississippi
Brings his daddy's gun to school
A little girl in New York City
Buys cocaine for Mama to use

And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong
And Lord, while you're listening
Could I mention some troubles of my own
I got problems right here at home

My wife is crying; Our baby's fighting
A battle that she may not win
The doctor's doing all that he can
God, now it's all in your hands

And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong

Now I'm just one man, a grain of sand
In a troubled world I know
But I've got a problem right here at home
I've got a problem right here at home

written by Lauren Braddock, Don Henry

If I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindrops
And they'd feed the treetops
If I was a cloud
If I was the sun, I'd shine on the flowers
And pass on the power
If I was the sun
If I was the moon, I'd caress every ocean
In celestial motion
If I was the moon
If I was a star, charmed and enchanted
All wishes would be granted
If I was a star

If I was your man, the kisses would linger
I'd melt in your fingers
If I was your man
If I was your man, we'd share every shower
And wash away the hours baby
If I was your man

If I was a song, I'd reach all the people
From barrooms to steeples
If I was a song
If I was a dream, I'd be sweeter than honey
I'd be bigger than money
If I was a dream

If I was your man, we'd dance through the daisies
They'd say we were crazy, girl
If I was your man
If I was your man, I'd pump you with this passion
You'd get more than fashion, baby

If I-I-I-I-I was your man
You would not have to hurry
I'd rub away your worries, girl
If I was your man
If I was your man, then we'd be together
Now and forever, baby
If I was your man

And if we were love, we'd heal every nation
We'd be on everybody's station
If we were love

If I was your man
Sweet loving man
If I was your man
If I was your man