Fully Loaded: God’s Country

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