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written by Beau Bailey, Graham Barham, Sam Ellis, Drew Parker

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain't never seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree

Ooh-ooh
Bust your ass, still won't make a killin'
Ooh-ooh
It's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck lettеr testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til thе day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pinebox
Sure as hell ain't scared to go
I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone

Ooh-ooh
Bible and an almanac up on the shelf
Ooh-ooh
Daddy prayed for rain, mama paid for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Woo

Ooh-ooh
Baptize me where the water's real muddy
Ooh-ooh
Wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'

written by Johnny Clawson, Josh Dorr, Lalo Guzman, Kyle Sturrock

She cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere wind
I haven't heard a word and haven't seen her since
She disappeared quicker than this double shot of Jim
'Cause everybody at the bar started askin'

"How's your girl?"
She ain't my girl
"Where she been?"
I ain't quite sure
Good question, no tellin', but I'm bettin'

She's probably in Texas
Amarillo, all I know
George Strait said it
Yeah, that's where all them exes go
If she ain't with me out here in Tennessee
Then I don't know where she's headed
If I'm guessin', I reckon
She's probably in Texas
She's probably in Texas

She might be down in Georgia at her mama's for the week
Could be Carolina, California, something's tellin' me
She's somewhere in the Lone Star state with all the rest
Yeah, that one King song knows best

She's probably in Texas
Amarillo, all I know
George Strait said it
Yeah, that's where all them exes go
If she ain't with me out here in Tennessee
Then I don't know where she's headed
If I'm guessin', I reckon
She's probably in Texas
She's probably in Texas

"How's your girl?"
She ain't my girl
"Where she been?"
I ain't quite sure
Good question, no tellin', but I'm bettin'

She's probably in Texas
Amarillo, all I know
George Strait said it
Yeah, that's where all them exes go
If she ain't with me out here in Tennessee
Then I don't know where she's headed
If I'm guessin', I reckon
She's probably in Texas
She's probably in Texas

She's probably in Texas
She's probably in Texas

written by Sam Ellis, Greylan James, Charles Kelley

I let go of any chance that you were comin' back
Like I's supposed to
I let go of anything with any strings attached
Like I had to

Oh, I was finally in the clear, feelin' good
Out the house, out the woods
Thought I was through with you
Then out the blue

I hear you're hangin' on the other side of this town
Somehow, that messes me up, wonder if that picture of us
Is still hangin' on that paisley wall in your room
Or did you take it down? I shoulda let go by now
But I keep hangin' on to every word you said
Like some old faded tee
Wish I could take you off, but you keep hangin' on to me

I won't lie, I wish you'd call my phone on nights like this
Oh, why don't you?
I won't lie, I, I wondеr how and where the hеll you've been
If you been thinkin' I've been moving on, you're wrong

I hear you're hangin' on the other side of this town
Somehow, that messes me up, wonder if that picture of us
Is still hangin' on that paisley wall in your room
Or did you take it down? I shoulda let go by now
But I keep hangin' on to every word you said
Like some old faded tee
Wish I could take you off, but you keep hangin' on to me, oh

I was movin' on, movin' on
Just about got you gone, got you gone
Out my mind, out my heart
But out the blue

I hear you're hangin' on your side of town
Oh, baby, could you just tell me that picture of us
Is still hangin' on that paisley wall in your room?
Or did you take it down? I shoulda let go by now
But I keep hangin' on to every word you said
Like some old faded tee
Wish I could take you off, but you keep hangin' on to me
Oh, you keep hangin' on to me

I was movin' on, movin' on
Just about got you gone, got you gone

written by Zach Crowell, Michael Hardy, Jameson Rodgers

I remember thinking, "I wonder what she's having
Is she a Corona Light, or a glass of wine, or a Manhattan?"
I remember asking, "Do you like my dance moves?"
That made you laugh, that smile you had gave me a chance to
Pull you in closer than you were before
Even though we knew that we were nothing more

Than strangers
Two faces in the bar
Pickup lines, twist of lime, chasing first-time feelings in the dark
It's crazy
Shouldn't feel this right
This far, this fast, can't believe last night we werе strangers
Didn't even know your namе, we were strangers
Now I'll never be the same

Kicked in the front door, took it even farther
Dress off of you, found your tattoo, fell even harder
The way you laid it on me, baby, skin on skin
That's one thing that we're never gonna be again

Is strangers
Two faces in the bar
Pickup lines, twist of lime, chasing first-time feelings in the dark
It's crazy
Shouldn't feel this right
This far, this fast, can't believe last night we were strangers
Didn't even know your name, we were strangers
Now I'll never be the same

Looking at you now, I know I can't live without you
Funny how last night I didn't know a damn thing about you

We were strangers
Two faces in the bar
Pickup lines, twist of lime, chasing first-time feelings in the dark
It's crazy
Shouldn't feel this right
This far, this fast, can't believe last night we were strangers
Didn't even know your name, we were strangers
Now I'll never be the same

Thank God I asked you your name
That you let me get you that drink
That you got me falling in love and didn't wind up as strangers
Yeah, strangers

written by Zach Abend, Kyle Clark, Michael Hardy, Carson Wallace

Ain't it a scary thing
When somebody's time here ends?
Layin' flowers on their grave
Wonderin' where their soul went
I tried and I tried, he was startin' to listen
I brought him to church, he was feeling conviction
But You took him away 'fore I could convince him
So, I'm here on my knees, sayin'

Hey, God
I know You know what I'm 'bout to pray, God
I just had to suck it up and say goodbye to my best friend
And I don't ever wanna never see him again
And I know the only way to get in is through You
And he wasn't quite the Christian he was supposed to be
And Lord, it ain't my place
But could You let him in anyway?

I can't imagine thе day
On my heart's last beat
When I walk through thosе gates
And he ain't waitin' on me
All I needed was a little more time, I swear
I was so dang close, it ain't fair

So, hey, God
I know You know what I'm 'bout to pray, God
I just had to suck it up and say goodbye to my best friend
And I don't ever wanna never see him again
And I know the only way to get in is through You
And he wasn't quite the Christian he was supposed to be
And Lord, it ain't my place
But could You let him in anyway?

'Cause he was gonna let You in any day
And I'm just askin' for a miracle
I know You don't owe me anything

But, hey, God
I know You know what I'm 'bout to pray, God
I just had to suck it up and say goodbye to my best friend
And I don't ever wanna never see him again
And I know the only way to get in is through You
And he wasn't quite the Christian he was supposed to be
And Lord, it ain't my place
Could You let him in anyway?

Could You let him in anyway?

written by Sarah Buxton, Jake Rose, Chris Tompkins

Down here, I'm just a feather in the wind
Blown 'round, never knowin' how lost I've been
A speck of dust, a simple grain of sand
The reasons why I'm here is bigger than I am

Someday, I'll be free
Of all the struggles and troubles that burden me
Someday, I'll be good and gone
Washed in the blood, smooth and clean as a river stone
I'll have a pair of unbroken wings of my own
Someday, I'll finally be Heaven sweet home

I'll be ready when the good Lord calls my name
Just like the last ribbon of smoke on a candle flame
Now don't you cry, don't waste them tears on me
'Cause where I'm going's up there where the angels sing

Someday, I'll be free
Of all the struggles and troubles that burden me
Someday, I'll be good and gone
Washed in the blood, smooth and clean as a river stone
I'll have a pair of unbroken wings of my own
Someday, I'll finally be Heaven sweet home[Post-Chorus: Blake Shelton & Craig Morgan, Blake Shelton]
Heaven sweet home
Heaven sweet home

Someday, I'll be free (I'll be free)
Of all the struggles and troubles that burden me (That burden me)
Someday, I'll be good and gone (Good and gone)
Washed in the blood, smooth and clean as a river stone (As a riverstone)
That old mountain I can rest my worries on
Someday, I'll finally be Heaven sweet home

written by David Lee Murphy, Lindsay Rimes, Craig Wiseman

Yeah, I always said, "You can sleep when you're dead"
Keep the pedal to the metal and the needle in the red
Bouncin' off the brick walls, swingin' at the curve balls
But lately I'm just tryin' to get out of the way 'cause

Life's been, life's been, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast
I need to take it down a gear, have an ice-cold beer, yeah, maybe a whole six pack
I need a long weekender with a pretty bartender and a blender full of laid on back
Get out of the spin my life's in, life's been comin' just a little too fast
A little too fast

I need to kick the Red Bull, keep the ice cooler full
Keep the limes in the bottle, kickin' back by the pool
I need a grass-skirted lady playin' ukulele
That's the kind of dream I've been dreamin' 'cause lately

Life's been, life's been, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast
I need to take it down a gear, have an ice-cold beer, hell, maybe a whole twelve pack
I need a long weekender with a pretty bartender helpin' it to blow on past
With a few of my friends, yeah, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast

Some things we all gotta get through
'Til it's goin', goin', gone in the big rear view
Oh yeah

Yeah, life's been, life's been, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast
I need to take it down a gear, have an ice-cold beer, get faced on a whole case of that
I need a long weekender with a pretty bartender and a blender full of something that'll kick my ass
Get out of the spin my life's in, life's been comin' just a little too fast
I'll say it again, buddy, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast

Can I get an amen to that?
Yeah, life's been, life's been, life's been, life's been comin' just a little too fast

written by Ross Copperman, Ben Hayslip, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne

You don't have to pace yourself
It's probably better if you don't
There's plenty up on that shelf
To take you anywhere you want

She done left you, she done wrecked you
And she ain't comin' back
Before you refill it, be sure you kill it
There's still a little in that glass

So don't Mississippi, don't waste a drink
Turn on the tipsy if you don't wanna think
'Bout how she been, where she is, why she gotta be like this
What she doin' and who she been doin' it with
Just tip the whole bottle all thе way back
A gallon of tears ain't worth an ounce of Jack
You ain't gotta stop, just drown in the whiskеy
You'll need every drop, don't Mississippi

Someday, you're gonna be alright
You won't even miss her at all
But that ain't gonna be tonight
So work your way down that wall

It's a bad night, look at the bright side
It can't get any worse
You might die from a broken heart
But you ain't gonna die of thirst

So don't Mississippi, don't waste a drink
Turn on the tipsy if you don't wanna think
'Bout how she been, where she is, why she gotta be like this
What she doin' and who she been doin' it with
Just tip the whole bottle all the way back
A gallon of tears ain't worth an ounce of Jack
You ain't gotta stop, just drown in the whiskey
You'll need every drop, don't Mississippi
Not one single 'Sippi

She done left you, she done wrecked you
And she ain't comin' back
Before you refill it, be sure you kill it
There's still a little in that glass

So don't Mississippi, don't waste a drink
Turn on the tipsy if you don't wanna think
'Bout how she been, where she is, why she gotta be like this
What she doin' and who she been doin' it with
Just tip the whole bottle all the way back
A gallon of tears ain't worth an ounce of Jack
You ain't gotta stop, just drown in the whiskey
You'll need every drop, don't Mississippi
Not one single 'Sippi

written by Blake Shelton, Matt McGinn, Colton Swon, Zach Swon

Wish I coulda met you younger
Got a jump on callin' you mine
Add a couple more kissin' you summers
And a few more Friday nights
Girl, even if you and me live
To see past ninety-nine
Yeah, knowin' me, I'd still need
A little more time to give you

All of my days
And all of my nights
All of my heart, babe
For all of my life
Always and forever
Won't be long enough
To give you all of my love
All of my love

I know it might sound crazy
But we're never gonna say goodbye
Even when we're pushin' up daisies
I'll be therе on the other side
Just holdin' your hand, bеing your man
'Cause it feels like Heaven
If that's how it ends, I'm all in
But until then, you'll be gettin'

All of my days
And all of my nights
All of my heart, babe
For all of my life
Always and forever
Won't be long enough
To give you all of my love
All of my love

All of my love

And if I got to do things over
Had a whole new life to live
You know I wouldn't want another
'Cause baby, I'd still wanna give

All of my days
And all of my nights
All of my heart, babe
For all of my life
Always and forever
Won't be long enough
To give you all of my love
All of my love

All of my love
All of my love, yeah

All of my love

written by Andrew DeRoberts, Josh Osborne, Bobby Pinson

Some nights, it's whiskey
Sipping on a strong fifth of fix me
Singing on some way back Whitley
Sitting in the dark
Sometimes, it's white wine
Holding on tight to your lifeline
Just trying to unwind in her arms
But tonight feels like

A little bit of fiddle and a little bit of steel
Little bit of rhythm with a honky-tonk feel
Yeah, a honky-tonk feels like a Friday night
Holding my baby feels so right
Gonna lean on the bar, catch a neon buzz
Sip on the kind I kinda like
Yeah, kinda feels like a cold-can kinda night

Some nights, it's José
Four-letter words and Español, aye
After a long take it with a grain of salt day
A little grain of salt make it all alright
But tonight feels like

A little bit of fiddle and a little bit of steel
Little bit of rhythm with a honky-tonk feel
Yeah, a honky-tonk feels like a Friday night
Holding my baby feels so right
Gonna lean on the bar, catch a neon buzz
Sip on the kind I kinda like
Yeah, kinda feels like a cold-can kinda night

Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night
Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night
Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night
Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night

With a little bit of fiddle and a little bit of steel
Little bit of rhythm with a honky-tonk feel
Yeah, a honky-tonk feels like a Friday night
Holding my baby feels so right
Gonna lean on the bar, catch a neon buzz
Sip on the kind I kinda like
Yeah, kinda feels like a cold-can kinda night

(Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night) cold-can kinda night
(Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night) cold-can kinda night
(Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night) cold-can kinda night
Kinda feels like, kinda feels like, kinda feels like a cold-can night

written by Brock Berryhill, Jay Brunswick, Bobby Pinson

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to say
On the chain the dealer gave me
On the day I drove it away

Room 202, I didn't turn it in like you're supposed to
I was eighteen, she was twenty-two
In that spring-break hotel room
I learned a thing or two

And it hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me

Master lock
I got morе of those than most folks got
This gold one goes to thе gate where we used to drink a lot
At the edge of Grandpa's crops
When he sold it, I stole it from underneath that rock

It hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me

This one here's a spare I'll never throw away
Mama put it there for me, just in case
I ever came back home one day
Still on the ring that holds the keys that unlock me

written by John Anderson, Dan Auerbach, David Ferguson, Pat McLaughlin

Years
Everybody knows ya gotta let 'em go
And they kinda roll by like tears
It's a measure of time
Playin' with your mind, passin' you by
Those years

Look around, up and down
They're nowhere to be found
Like the wind, my old friend
They come and go again

Don't look back in sorrow
Just hope you see tomorrow

Those years
Everybody knows ya gotta let 'em go
And they kinda roll by like tears
Just a measure of time
Playin' with your mind, passin' you by
Those years

Oh

You and me came to be
We raised a family
When wе're gone, they livе on
To see what we won't see

Don't look back in sorrow
The children have tomorrow

Those years
Everybody knows ya gotta let 'em go
And they kinda roll by like tears
It's a measure of time
Playin' with your mind, passin' you by

Those years
Everybody knows ya gotta let 'em go
And they kinda roll by like tears
Just a measure of time
Playin' with your mind and passin' you by
Those years, years, years
Oh

Years
Everybody knows ya gotta let 'em go
And they kinda roll by like tears
Just a measure of time
Playin' with your mind, passin' you by
Those years, years, years