Red River Blue

written by Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip

Girl, I’ve been thinking 'bout us
And you know I ain't good at this stuff
These feelings piling up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
A little sideways, yeah maybe
I don't know how long it'll take me but I'll do my best

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Yeah, that came out a little country
But every word was right on the money
And I got you smilin’, honey, right back at me
Now hold on cause I ain’t done
There's more where that came from
Well, you know I'm just having fun, but seriously

If you'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar, baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Your kiss just said it all
I'm glad we had this talk
Nothing left to do but fall in each other’s arms
I could have said, "I love you"
Could have wrote you a line or two
Baby, all I know to do is speak right from the heart

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady

You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

You'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar, baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
And I'll be your honey bee

I'll be your honey bee

written by Jim Beavers, Jonathan Singleton, Chris Stapleton

Girl, I've been at work all week
Fingers to the bone. I need
A little hit of you and me
And a little time alone

All day I've been thinking abou
Quittin’ early, skippin’ out
Holing ass to hit the couch
And hang with you at home

We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby, I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll

Let other fools go paint the town
We'll just hold this sofa down
Till Monday morning rolls around
I'll tell you what let's do

You go grab those tater chips
I'll whip up some party dip
And we’ll kick back and take a trip
Sip a beer or two

We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby, I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll

Yeah, we got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby, I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll

Yeah, I'm ready to roll
Ready to roll

written by Dave Barnes

I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain’t who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm blows through
And I need you

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Gave me you

There's more here than what we’re seei
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you

Yeah!

God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you

On my own I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you

written by Zac Maloy, Chris Tompkins, Craig Wiseman

You get up

You get coffee

You get paid

You get off

You get gas

You get beer

You get drunk

You get weird

You get drove home

You get up thrown

You get hungry

You get chicken

Your guitar needs picking

You get tan

You get pale

You get sick

You get well

You get dressed up

You get messed up

Everybody say, God Almighty, it's Friday

Everybody get sideways to have a little fun

Everybody's living

Everybody's trying

Everybody's dying

To get some

You get lost

You get saved

You get waxed

You get shaved

You get high, real high

Forget your next line

You get drive-thru, dollar menu

Everybody say, God Almighty, it's Friday

Everybody get sideways to have a little fun

Everybody's living

Everybody's trying

Everybody's dying

To get some

You get the girl

You get the one

You get her home

You get her done

You get hitched

You get mad

She gets a lawyer

She gets half

You get banged up

You got to raise up

That red Dixie cup

And everybody say, God Almighty, it's Friday

Everybody get sideways to have a little fun

Everybody's living

Everybody's trying

Everybody's dying to get some

Everybody's dying to get some

Dying to get some

written by Jessi Alexander, Rodney Clawson, Jon Randall

Hey girl, hey, where you going?
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be heading home so early now
You say you got to work tomorro
Got a lot on your mind
Let me buy another round
Girl, I think you and I should just

Drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

We can talk rocket science
Jesus or politics
How your boyfriend cheated on you
Man, he sounds like such a prick
I could use another whiskey
And your Cosmo's getting low
While we're tryin’ to figure out
The next place we should go

We can drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

This place is closing down
But I don't want to quit
Gotta good thing going, girl
Let's find out what it is
And drink on it
Your place or mine
Girl, we can drink on it
Dust off a bottle and drink on it
Feels like we're doing something righ
Let's find a corner of the night
Where you and I can just drink on it
Put our heads together
And think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl, we just need to drink on it

Might make a memory that we won't forget

So let's just drink on it
Yeah
Mmm
Drink on it
Sleep on it
We can just drink on it

written by Dallas Davidson

Well, every time I turn around
I see some dude dressed like a clown
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
They don't say ma'am or sir no more
They won't even hold a door for a woman
Well, it's a crying shame

Tell me, where did all the good ol’ boys go
Must be workin’ on a farm
Or out there chasin’ rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ol’ boys go

Are they sitting on an old bar stool
Tellin’ lies and cuttin’ the fool
Talkin’ about the way it was and wishin’
Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
Hanging out at the Flora-Bama
Headed out the pass and goin’ fishing

Tell me where did all the good ol’ boys go
Must be workin’ on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they hidin’ down in Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ol’ boys go

Are they drivin’ cattle and ridin’ high
Livin’ life the cowboy way
Or down there on the front line
Fightin’ off the bad guys
Givin’ them hell for the good ol’e USA

Tell me where did all the good ol’ boys go
Must be workin’ on a farm
Or out there chasin’ rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ol’ boys go
Yeah, just where the hell did the good ol’ boys go

I know where a few of them are
Down there in southern Oklahoma
There's even some down in Texas
I even saw one in New York one time
You know what I'm talking about, ladies
Hell, I'll hold the door for you
I'll hold your purse for you
And I'll even go pick up some feminine products for you
That's what a good ol’ boy would do

written by Chris DuBois, Ashley Gorley, Chris Stapleton

You say you don't know what you were thinking
Well neither do I
And after all the time we spent together
You think you deserve another try

Well, girl, I don't know what it is that you're expecting
Just because you look me in the eye

And say you're sorry
Oh, you're sorry
You want it back the way it was
Well, I'm sorry
But sometimes sorry
Just ain’t good enough

You say you never meant to hurt me
Well, that might be true
But do you really think I should forgive you
For what you put me through

Oh, I remember every time you said you loved me
But I know now your love was just a lie

And you say you're sorry
Oh, you're sorry
You want it back the way it was
Well, I'm sorry
But sometimes sorry
Just ain’t good enough

Oh, girl I don't know what it is that you're expecting
Just because you look me in the eye
And say you're sorry

Oh, you're sorry
So sorry
And you want it back the way it was
Well, I'm sorry
But sometimes sorry
Just ain’t good enough

written by Jim Beavers, Chris DuBois, Chris Stapleton

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowin’ down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin’ those boots and jeans
When Memphis ain’t got the blues
That's when I'll stop loving you
When it's sunny in Seattle and snowin’ down in New Orleans

Baby, I don't mind you askin’
If there's gonna come a day
When I'll say goodbye
Maybe, I guess anything could happen
But it's as close to never
As you're ever gonna find

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowin’ down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin’ those boots and jeans
When there's no tequila in Mexico
That's when I'm going to let ya go
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowin’ down in New Orleans

Darling, some things won't ever chang
My love is one of those things

When New York is a one horse town
That's when I won't need you 'round
When it's sunny in Seattle and snowin’ down in New Orleans
When it's sunny in Seattle and snowin’ down in New Orleans

written by Paul Jenkins, David Elliott Johnson

If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears
If I could
Light the world
We could sit
And watch it burn
We could fall asleep inside the glow

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

If I could
Take you in
Feeling you deep
Beneath my skin
Then I could
Slip away
With you as a poison in my veins
I don't want to fall asleep alone
And wake up knowing that I died without the one

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me, you'll find a hand out
Oh

If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears

written by Clint Lagerberg, Chris Tompkins, Craig Wiseman

Hey, hey, I'm out here bailin’ hay
And all my friends are cruisin’ ‘round town
Checkin' out the pretty girls
Hey! And what do they say
They say hey, hey
Park that Deere, come out and play
Kick that tire, wipe my perspire
Cause my whole life is hay

Growin’ like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin’ underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin’ out the truck, headin’ down the highway
Lookin’ pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin’ you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin’ in the hay

Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up in a pink beret
He says, "Hey" - Hey, hell, that's OK
Turn the guitars up and raise them cups
Hell, my whole life is hay

Growin’ like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin’ underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin’ out the truck, headin’ down the highway
Lookin’ pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin’ you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin’ in the hay

Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight, you by my side
Give it to the cow, make it go moo
Koo-koo-kachoo, kick it off your shoe
Break a camel's back, Jack
Then you put it in a stack, yeah

Growin’ like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin’ underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin’ out the truck, headin’ down the highway, yeah
Lookin’ pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin’ you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin’ in the hay

My whole life is hay
Rollin’ in the hay
Hey
Now come here, hey, hey
Hey

written by Ray Stephenson, Buddy Owens

On the Oklahoma shore of that old red river
I stand right here and curse my pride
That river runs deep
That current is strong
And the woman I love is on the other side
How did the love we made together
Break apart and drift away
Leave me lost and lonely
On this crimson bank

Red River Blue
God pull me through
Well, I’d walk through fire if that bridge hadn't burned in two
Texoma sky
Tears in my eyes
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blue

They say everything is bigger
Under that Texas moon
I'll bet my right hand you won't find a bigger fool
She's probably smiling somewhere tonight
In someone else's arms
While I'm here dragging the muddy bottom
For pieces of my heart

Red River Blue
God pull me through
I'd walk through fire if that bridge hadn't burned in two
Texoma sky
Tears in my eyes
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blu
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blue

written by Don Poythress, Donnie Skaggs, Billy Joe Walker, Jr.

Been wound up tighter than a banjo string
Price of gas, groceries, and all those things
They sound little till you add ‘em all up
Then you really feel the crunch
Man, I've had enough

I need to chill and give it a rest
Get down to the lake with a full ice chest
And chill, and let a cold corona
Lift this world right off my shoulders
Lime in the water, steak on the grill
I think it's way past time for me to chill
Just chill

This morning 65 was a parking lot
Bumper to bumper just start and stop
Sometimes I think we're like a bunch of rats
Gettin’ caught in our own traps
Well, I say to hell with that

I need to chill, give it a rest
Get down to the lake with a full ice chest
And chill, and let a cold corona
Lift this world right off my shoulders
Lime in the water, steak on the grill
I think it's way past time for me to chill
Just chill

Before we go to therapy and take another pill
We just need to chill, give it a rest
Lay down in a hammock and take a deep breath
And chill, it don't cost a dime
To reel in your troubles and just unwind
Cork in the water and time to kill
You can't tell me this ain’t a great way to chill
Just chill

Man, I need to chill
Just chill

written by Cheryl Wheeler

She says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do it tonight
She wants to grab her telephone but she knows it ain’t right
So if he won't call, she'll survive
And if he don't care, she'll get by
Climb into bed, bury her head
And cry

From the beginning, he was all anyone could’ve bee
They were delirious with love, they were certain to win
Now he's breaking plans more and more
And he's leaving notes on her door
Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down
He said I guess I should've told you before

She says she feel like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yoyo when he pulls her string
It hurts to feel like such a fool

She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in
She doesn't know which way to move
Oh no

She wants to be fair, she couldn't say he was ever unkind
If she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind
Cause he just keeps himself so apart
And there's no one else in her heart
So she's taking a dive from an emotional high
And coming down hard

She says she feel like she's addicted to a real bad thing
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring
She knows she bounces like a yoyo when he pulls her string
It hurts to feel like such a fool

She wants to tell him not to call or come around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge, about to fall from leaning out and in
She doesn't know which way to move
It hurts to feel like such a fool
Cause she don't know which way to move

It hurts to feel like such a fool