FULLY LOADED: GOD’S COUNTRY

released 13th december 2019

SINGLES

God’s Country (03.29.2019)
Hell Right (08.16.2019)
Jesus Got A Tight Grip (10.16.2019) [digital]
Nobody But You (01.21.2020)


  • written by Devin Dawson, Michael Hardy and Jordan Schmidt

    Right outside of this one church town
    There’s a gold dirt road to a whole lotta nothing
    Got a deed to the land but it ain’t my ground
    This is God’s country

    We pray for rain and thank Him when it’s falling
    ’Cause it brings the grain and a little bit of money
    We put it back in the plate, I guess it’s why they call it
    God’s country

    I saw the light in a sunrise
    Sitting back in a forty on the muddy riverside
    Getting baptized in holy water and shine
    With the dogs runnin’

    Saved by the sound of the been found
    Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get ya heaven bound
    The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around
    This is God’s country

    We turn the dirt and work until the week’s done
    We take a break and break bread on Sunday
    Then do it all again because we’re proud to be
    From God’s country

    I saw the light in a sunrise
    Sitting back in a forty on the muddy riverside
    Getting baptized in holy water and shine
    With the dogs runnin’

    Saved by the sound of the been found
    Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get ya heaven bound
    The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around
    This is God’s country
    God’s country

    I don’t care what my headstone reads
    Or what kinda pinewood box I end up in
    When it’s my time, lay me six feet deep
    In God’s country

    I saw the light in a sunrise
    Sitting back in a forty on the muddy riverside
    Getting baptized in holy water and shine
    With the dogs runnin’

    Saved by the sound of the been found
    Dixie whistle in the wind, that’ll get ya heaven bound
    The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around
    This is God’s country

    Yeah, I saw the light in a sunrise
    Sitting back in a forty on the muddy riverside
    Getting baptized in holy water and shine
    With the dogs runnin’

    Saved by the sound of the been found
    Dixie whistle in the wind. that’ll get ya heaven bound
    The devil went down to Georgia but he didn’t stick around
    This is God’s country

  • written by David Garcia, Brett Tyler and Michael Hardy

    (Hey)

    Yeah?

    (Tell ‘em that story you were telling me)

    Couple of boys clock out ‘bout five thirty five
    Trying to put a little hammer in their head
    Standing in the liquor store staring at a fifth
    But they pick up a handle instead
    Hell right (hell right?)
    Hell right (well okay)

    Couple of girls with their boots on, got their bluetooth on
    T-shirts saying ‘Go Sooners’
    Then the girl from the small town took off the Old Town
    Put on a little Hank Jr (Thank god)
    Hell right
    She got all her rowdy friends coming over tonight

    Hell right, hell right
    Everybody’s throwing down on a Friday night
    Somewhere in America
    There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light
    And you ain’t done nothing if you did it halfway
    If you’re gonna raise hell
    Then you better damn raise hell right
    Hell right, hell right

    There’s a guitar on the ground that was making some sound
    Til somebody pulled a hillbilly slip
    Now there’s fog on the window
    She never would’ve kissed him if he didn’t play a lick like this

    Hell right (hell right)
    Hell right, hell right
    Everybody’s throwing down on a Friday night
    Somewhere in America
    There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light
    And you ain’t done nothing if you did it halfway
    If you’re gonna raise hell
    Then you better damn raise hell right
    Hell right, hell right

    Now seven am, damn it if there
    Ain’t an empty handle on a square hay bale
    Everybody’s passed out drunk
    But when they wake up, they’re all gonna hurt like hell, right

    Yeah boy

    Hell right, hell right
    Everybody’s throwing down on a Friday night
    Somewhere in America
    There’s a bottle to burn and a fire to light
    And you ain’t done nothing if you did it halfway
    If you’re gonna raise hell
    Then you better damn raise hell right
    Hell right, hell right

  • written by Ross Copperman, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne, Tommy Lee James

    Don't have to leave this town to see the world
    Cause it's something that I gotta do
    I don't wanna look back in 30 years
    And wonder who you're married to
    I wanna say it now, wanna make it clear
    For only you and God to hear
    When you love someone, they say you set 'em free
    But that ain't gonna work for me

    I don't wanna live without you
    I don't wanna even breathe
    I don't wanna dream about you
    Wanna wake up with you next to me
    I don't wanna go down any other road now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you
    Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you

    All the wasted days, all the wasted nights
    I blame it all on being young
    Got no regrets cause it got me here
    But I don't wanna waste another one
    I've been thinking about what I want in my life
    It begins and ends the same
    If I had to choose what I couldn't lose
    There would only be one thing

    I don't wanna live without you
    I don't wanna even breathe
    I don't wanna dream about you
    Wanna wake up with you next to me
    I don't wanna go down any other road now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you
    Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you
    I don't wanna love nobody but you

    I wanna say it now, wanna make it clear
    For only you and God to hear

    I don't wanna live without you
    I don't wanna even breathe
    I don't wanna dream about you
    Wanna wake up with you next to me
    I don't wanna go down any other road now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you
    Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now
    I don't wanna love nobody but you

  • written by Deric Ruttan, Craig Wiseman

    Girl, you're getting over him and I'm getting over her
    The eyes have it, babe, ain't gotta say a word
    Misery loves company, that's why it's you and me
    Buying each other drinks
    Back at the bar, as thick as thieves
    Stealing these little sips
    Doing our best to make the best of the worst of it

    Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
    Keep leaning it on in closer
    Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
    And with him before the night is over
    That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
    We better keep on keeping it lit
    Til we can't remember, can't remember
    What we came here to forget

    Go ahead and check your phone
    Like I've been checking mine
    Nobody's ex texting for a rewind
    Looks like it's just me and you
    Falling in love just enough to get us through
    What we're gettin’ through

    Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
    Keep leaning it on in closer
    Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
    And with him before the night is over
    That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
    We better keep on keeping it lit
    Til we can't remember, can't remember
    What we came here to forget (yeah)
    Just what we came here to forget

    Looks like it's just me and you
    Falling in love just enough to get us through
    What we're gettin’ through

    Keep playing them songs, keep singing along
    Keep leaning it on in closer
    Keep salting the rim, getting even with her
    And with him before the night is over
    That first kiss was like a Colorado hit
    We better keep on keeping it lit
    Til we can't remember, can't remember
    What we came here to forget

    What we came here to forget
    What we came here to forget
    Baby, baby
    That's what we came here to forget

  • written by Wyatt Earp, Andy Albert, Marc Beeson

    When you put two and two together
    You figure out love's got four letters
    I shoulda known that when I met her
    But she had to spell it out for me

    After all that second guessin’
    It's been a long hard history lesson
    Hell, that's a class I got an F in
    But now I understand perfectly

    She put the her in hurt
    She put the why in try
    She put the S.O.B. in sober
    She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
    She put the ex in sex
    She put the low in blow
    She put a big F.U. in my future
    Yeah, she’s got a way
    She’s got a way with words
    Yeah, she's got a way with words

    Little words like "I" and "do"
    Lying, cheating, screwed
    Yeah, all the words I thought I knew
    They got a brand new meaning now

    She put the her in hurt
    She put the why in try
    She put the S.O.B. in sober
    She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
    She put the ex in sex
    She put the low in blow
    She put a big F.U. in my future
    Yeah, she’s got a way
    She’s got a way with words

    (Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh)
    Yeah, she's got a way with words
    (Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh)

    She put the her in hurt
    She put the why in try
    She put the S.O.B. in sober
    She put the hang in hangover (hangover)
    She put the ex in sex
    She put the low in blow
    She put a big F.U. in my future
    Yeah, she’s got a way
    She’s got a way with words

    (Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh)
    Yeah she's got a way with words
    (Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh-oh)

    She's got a way with words
    She's got a way with words
    Yeah, she's got a way with words

  • written by Ashley Gorley, Bryan Simpson

    Sometimes I'm the guy with the boys kickin’ it back
    Or the guy with a guitar singin’ on a country track
    I might be the guy with an ice cold can
    Stirrin’ up dust on some old farmland
    When I walk into the party with you, girl
    You change all that

    And I’m just the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
    Wishin’ you were there alone
    Wonderin’ how I ever got your little hand in mine
    Lookin’ over at ya like, "Ain’t she beautiful?"
    I’m invisible, but I stand right there and smile
    You're right beside me, oh
    And I see the same thing they’re seein’
    But I don’t mind being the guy with the girl, no

    It's funny watchin' 'em do the way they do
    They come walkin' up to me but they only wanna talk to you
    And I don't blame ‘em that they're hypnotized
    They keep staring at your heartbreak eyes
    It's like their heart starts stoppin' when
    You come walkin' into the room

    And I turn into the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
    Wishin' you were there alone
    Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine
    Lookin' over at ya like, "Ain’t she beautiful?"
    I’m invisible, but I stand right there and smile
    You're right beside me, oh
    And I see the same thing they’re seein'
    But I don’t mind being the guy with the girl

    The guy that don't know how he got her
    But he ain't never gonna let her, never gonna let her go
    Woah-oh, yeah

    I’m just the guy with the girl everybody wants to know
    Wishin' you were there alone
    Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine
    Lookin' over at ya like, "Ain’t she beautiful?"
    I’m invisible but I stand right there and smile
    You're right beside me, oh
    And I see the same thing they’re seein'
    But I don’t mind being the guy with the girl

    (Guy with the girl)
    No, I don't mind being the guy with the girl
    (Guy with the girl)
    Yeah, I'm just the guy with the girl
    I'm always the guy with the girl
    I don't mind it, baby
    I don't mind it, baby
    I'm always the guy with the girl

  • written by Aimee Mayo, Chris Lindsey, Brad Warren, Brett Warren

    There's something 'bout yesterday
    How fast it all flies away
    I don't know what it is about a goodbye kiss
    That makes you wanna stay
    We were crazy, then we were over
    We were breakin’ up, makin’ love, a runaway roller coaster

    Every time I hear that song
    I’m standing in the pouring rain
    On your front lawn and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    Every time I hear that song
    It's like the first time it came on and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you

    There’s something in the bittersweet
    The feeling of a memory
    Right there in the moment
    All I ever wanted was you and me
    We were crying, we were wasted
    We were dying when they played it

    Every time I hear that song
    I’m standing in the pouring rain
    On your front lawn and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    Every time I hear that song
    It's like the first time it came on and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you
    Oh, I still think about you

    There's a soundtrack in my mind
    That takes me back in time
    When I hear that melody
    I think about you and me

    Every time I hear that song
    I’m standing in the pouring rain
    On your front lawn and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    Every time I hear that song
    It's like the first time it came on and ooh-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you-ooh-ooh
    I still think about you

    Oh, I still think about you
    I still think about you
    Yeah, still think about you

    There's a soundtrack in my mind
    That takes me back in time
    When I hear that melody

  • written by Ben Hayslip, Josh Thompson and Matt Dragstream

    Girl, it’s high time, I tell ya
    No more messing around
    Time to lay these cards on the table
    And just throw it on down

    I’m talkin’ you and me with the same street name
    Same last name, same everything
    It’s a real thing, how I feel thing
    So I’m a go on and take a swing

    You find the spot and I’ll find the money
    You be the pretty and I’ll be the funny
    You plant the flowers, I’ll plant the kisses
    Baby, let’s get right down to business

    I’ll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
    You pick the paint, I’ll pick a guitar
    Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
    You name the babies and I’ll name the dogs
    Yeah

    You can park your car in the driveway
    I’ll park my truck in the grass
    I’ll put a little swing on the front porch
    If you put a little tea in my glass

    Watch a sunset from a gravel road
    Kiss me in the kitchen on your tippy toes
    Still lovin’ on you when the rooster crows
    Watching way more than the garden grow

    You find the spot and I’ll find the money
    You be the pretty and I’ll be the funny
    You plant the flowers, I’ll plant the kisses
    Baby, let’s get right down to business

    I’ll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
    You pick the paint, I’ll pick a guitar
    Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
    You name the babies and I’ll name the dogs

    Yeah, laying next to you every night
    Sounds like a damn good life

    You find the spot and I’ll find the money
    You be the pretty and I’ll be the funny
    You plant the flowers, I’ll plant the kisses
    Baby, let’s get right down to business

    I’ll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
    You pick the paint, I’ll pick a guitar
    Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
    You name the babies and I’ll name the dogs
    Yeah, I’ll name the dogs
    You name the babies and I’ll name the dogs
    Yeah, I’ll name the dogs

  • written by Ashley Gorley, Ben Hayslip, Rhett Akins, Ross Copperman

    Daddy drove the wheels off a flatbed Ford
    Flies found the hole in the old screen door
    Granny said the dress that my sister wore
    To church wasn’t long enough

    Momma poured grease in a Crisco can
    Put a hundred thousand miles on a Sears box fan
    Uncle Joe put tobacco on my hand where
    The yellow jacket’s tore me up
    And I ain’t making this up

    Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
    In a different language you might not understand
    Oh, that’s alright
    That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
    Just taking my mind on a visit
    Back in time cos I miss it
    You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
    Unless you lived it
    And man, I lived it

    Granddaddy smoked Salems with the windows up
    Drove me around in the back of that truck
    We drank from the hose and spit in the cup
    We all survived somehow

    Them ol' Duke boys, they’re flattening them hills
    Hollywood was fake, wrestling was real
    Wouldn’t dream of spending that two dollar bill
    From pushing a lawnmower ‘round
    I go back there right now

    Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
    In a different language you might not understand
    Oh, that’s alright
    That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
    Just taking my mind on a visit
    Back in time cos I miss it
    You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
    Unless you lived it
    And man, I lived it
    Oh man, I lived it

    Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
    In a different language you might not understand
    Oh, that’s alright
    That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
    Just taking my mind on a visit
    Back in time cos I miss it
    You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
    Unless you lived it
    And man, I lived it
    Oh man, I lived it

  • written by Blake Shelton, Jessi Alexander & Josh Osborne

    Her kisses taste like whiskey
    Burnin' through my veins
    She don't know how to miss me
    She hits right where she aims
    Baby's got my number and she's callin' me up
    Knows what she's doin' with a single touch

    She's turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Pushin' my buttons like it ain't no thing
    If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
    The neon's buzzin' when she pulls that string
    Turnin' me on like it's her job
    Sometimes I think she must get off on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on

    Knows how to set me on fire
    She's always holdin' the match
    And when my body's beside hers
    There ain't no turnin' back
    She's Revlon red in the blackest night
    Lightin' up the room in the world just like

    She's turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Pushin' my buttons like it ain't no thing
    If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
    The neon's buzzin' when she pulls that string
    Turnin' me on like it's her job
    Sometimes I think she must get off on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on

    Once she gets it started
    Man, it’s all night long
    She’s the needle on the vinyl
    Of the midnight song

    She’s turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    She’s turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Pushin' my buttons like it ain't no thing
    If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants
    The neon's buzzin' when she pulls that string
    Turnin' me on like it's her job
    Sometimes I think she must get off on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on
    Turnin' me on, turnin' me on

    (Turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me on
    Oooh-oooh
    Turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me on
    Oooh-oooh
    Turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me, turnin' me on
    Oooh-oooh)

  • written by Blake Shelton, Jessi Alexander, Rhett Akins and Chase McGill

    Well I ain't never been an angel
    I ain't never been called a saint
    Yeah, I've decorated every bar in town
    With a big red coat of paint

    But good thing I had a good raisin'
    For all the Hell I've raised since then
    When that roll is called up yonder
    I know they've gonna let me in

    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul

    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    Might have a little rust on my halo
    But when I'm gone I know where I'll go
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul

    Now I've been a little more cold beer
    Than holy water, it's true
    More Saturday night on an old bar stool
    Than a Sunday morning pew

    But even old Hank Williams
    Finally saw the light
    And, oh hallelujah, I have too
    And it ain't just the neon kind

    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul

    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    Might have a little rust on my halo
    But when I'm gone I know where I'll go
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah
    Jesus got a tight grip on my soul, yeah

    Whoa, I got a long, long way to go
    Whoa, but I'm gonna get there I know

    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    The Devil reaches out but he can't grab hold
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul

    And he ain't letting go, he ain't letting go
    Might have a little rust on my halo
    But when I'm gone I know where I'll go
    'Cause Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
    Jesus got a tight grip on my soul
    Yeah he does, and he ain't letting go

  • written by Mac Davis, Shel Silverstein

    Pour me another Tequila Sheila
    Take off that red satin dress
    I cross the border and I beat the dealer
    For all the damn gold in Juarez

    I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
    And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend)
    So pour me another Tequilla Sheila
    And lay down n'love me again

    Though I can tell you about it
    But don't mind my gun by the bed
    I feel kind of naked without it
    And it eases the fear in my head

    Just pass me the salt n'the lemon
    Bend down n'blow out the light
    I never had trusted the woman
    But Sheila I'll trust you tonight

    Pour me another Tequila Sheila
    Take off that red satin dress
    I cross the border and I beat the dealer
    For all the damn gold in Juarez

    I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
    And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend)
    So pour me another Tequilla Sheila
    And lay down n' love me again

    Sheila I'm hearing your heart beat
    But I'm hearing footsteps outside
    The courtyard is crawling with damn federalists
    And Sheila there's no place to hide

    I don't know who could have tipped them
    nobody knew but you
    But I can't make love to a squealer, Sheila
    So I guess there's just one thing to do

    Pour me another Tequila Sheila
    I'm gonna put on your red dress, you put on my cloths
    You go out and face the dealer
    And Sheila, I wish you the best

    I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
    I need a fast horse and a friend
    So pour me another Tequila Sheila
    And I'll ride towards the border again