The Dreamer

written by Boyd Houston Robert, George Teren, Rivers Rutherford

I hit the ground running with the morning sun
When a job needs doing, I get it done
I show up early and I go home late
Everybody knows I pull my weight

'Cause I don't mind doin’
A little heavy liftin’
I'm always givin’
My everything
Even when I'm hurtin’
I keep on workin’
And as long as I'm still alive and kickin’
I'll be stickin’ to the heavy liftin’

Well, baby, I heard he done you wrong
The going got tough and he got gone
Well, he aren’t here and I aren’t him
And even if the walls come fallin’ in

You know I don't mind doin’
A little heavy liftin’
I'm always givin’
My everything
Even when I'm hurtin’
I keep on workin’
And as long as I'm still alive and kickin’
I'll be stickin’ to the heavy liftin’
Yeah

Baby, when your heart is aching
Lean on me, my back ain’t breaking
All I'm saying is

I don't mind doin’
A little heavy liftin’
I'm always givin’
My everything
Even when I'm hurtin’
I keep on workin’
And as long as I'm still alive and kickin’
I'll be stickin’ to the heavy liftin’

Honey, I ain’t quittin’
I'm always givin’
My everything

Yeah

As long as I'm still alive and kickin’
I'll be stickin’ to the heavy liftin’
Yeah

written by Harley Allen, Michael White

My brother said that I
Was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child
So I got by with more

I guess she was tired by
The time I came along
She'd laugh until she cried
I could do no wrong
She would always save me
Because I was her baby

I worked a factory in Ohio
A shrimp boat in the Bayou
I drove a truck in Birmingham
Turned 21 in Cincinnati
I called home to mom and daddy
I said, "Your boy is now a man"
She said, "I don't care if you're eighty
You’ll always be my baby"

She loved that photograph
Of our whole family
She'd always point us out
For all her friends to see

That's Greg, he's doing great
He really loves his job
And Ronnie with his two kids
How about that wife he's got
And that one's kind of crazy
But that one is my baby

I got a call in Alabama
Said come on home to Louisiana
And come as fast as you can fly
Cause your mama really needs you
And says she's got to see you
She might not make it through the night
The whole way I drove 80
So she could see her baby

She looked like she was sleeping
And my family had been weeping
By the time that I got to her side
And I knew that she'd been taken
And my heart it was breaking
I never got to say goodbye

I softly kissed that lady
And cried just like a baby

written by Jeff Stevens, Kenny West

The sun has opened up my eyes
And I don't want to leave your side
For that lonesome road
But here I go, climbing back behind the wheel
Of fifty feet of chrome and steel
And a load they need in Chicago
Through the middle of the night unknown
I'm on a ride that won't let me go

I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

Sometimes late at night
I see your picture by the dashboard light
And it takes me where I'd like to be
Wrapped up in a blanket there
Pulling ribbons from your hair
And your kiss, girl, that's what I miss
Still I drive these horses through the rain and snow
This high-speed rodeo is all I know

I'm an asphalt cowboy
Born to run underneath the stars
Pay no mind to my lonely heart
Just ride, ride
Til I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

And I'll ride
Until I'm back in your arms again
I'll be out here on the wind

And I'll ride
Through the middle of the night unknown
On a ride that won't let me go

(Asphalt cowboy)

written by Rivers Rutherford, Bobby Pinson

In my heaven there ain’t no lawyers
Don't need names on dotted lines
Folks do business like they oughta
A good firm handshake works just fine
We feed lawyers to the lions

In my heaven there ain’t no children
Totin' loaded guns to school
Ain’t no such thing as peer pressure
Bein’ who you are is cool
They still teach that golden rule

In my heaven we hurt no one
No lyin’, cryin’, no dyin’ young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And anyone is welcome there
In my heaven

In my heaven I can sing like Elvis
Play guitar like B.B. King
Slide a fastball past Hank Aaron
Batter, batter, batter swing
I can do most anything

In my heaven we hurt no one
No lyin’, cryin’, no dyin’ young
No one's lonely, no one's scared
And anyone is welcome there
In my heaven

I know that it's God's decision
What my heaven's goin’ to be
And I ain’t telling him his business
But if he left it up to me

Then in my heaven
There's football with no referees
In my heaven
There's never been an injury
In my heaven
Angels yodel when they sing
In my heaven
The fish will bite most anything
In my heaven
In my heaven
In my heaven

written by Blake Shelton

Funny thing about dreamers
When the dream is in their sights
Just to get where they're goin’
They leave a lot of good things behind

Guess you could call me a dreamer
And I've seen it all come true
So I smile when I need to look happy
And do all the things they tell me to
Yeah, I'm a big self-made man
And a fool who can't understand

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

If I could only make the future
An extension of my past
I'd take these broken memories
And make those moments last
Now that my ship has come
I wonder what have I done

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name

Oh, yeah
Whisper, baby

written by Blake Shelton, Don Ellis, Billy Montana

Grandpa's down by the two lane
In the blazing sun or the pouring rain
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for line
While sippin’ on some homemade wine

That's who he is
And what he does
He's just like us

My Dad's got a crippled hand, a casualty of Vietnam
But he's still down at the sawmill every day
Oh and first thing ‘fore the break of dawn
Mama's got his eggs and the coffee on

My whole life, it’s been that way

We come from back in the hollers
We got sweat on our blue collars
The living's hard but the living's good
You see God sent the heavens down
And hung them ‘round my neck of the woods

Just as sure as the river flows we take care of our own
Step right up when someone needs a friend
Last year on the Johnson farm
A fire wiped out the house and barn
The whole town showed up to build them back again, all right

We come from back in the hollers
We got sweat on our blue collars
The living's hard but the living's good
You see God sent the heavens down
And hung them ‘round my neck of the woods

We come from back in the hollers
We got sweat on our blue collars
The living's hard but the living's good
You see God sent the heavens down
And hung them ‘round my neck of the woods

You see God sent the heavens down
And hung them ‘round my neck of the woods

written by Sharon Vaughn Bellamy, John Rich

Shadows of the night moving on the ground
Like silent clouds, they follow me around
As I wander the dark, through the midnight mist
Remembering our last kiss
Do you know how much you’re missed

Tonight I stand in this lonely place
I search the heavens for some saving grace
And I cry, dying without you
I know you're somewhere looking up there too
Right now that's all two distant hearts can do
Oh-ooh, at least we’re underneath
Underneath the same moon

Picturing your face, flowers in your hair
Like you always wear
Oh, I can see you there, longing to be touched
But you're out of reach
Oh, hold on please; won’t you wait for me

Tonight I stand in this lonely place
I search the heavens for some saving grace
And I cry, dying without you
I know you're somewhere looking up there too
Right now that's all two distant hearts can do
Oh-ooh, at least we’re underneath
Underneath the same moon

La la la la
La la la la
La la la
Oh-ooh, at least we’re underneath
Underneath the same moon

Shadows of the night
Moving all around
Moving on the ground
They follow me around

written by Bobby Braddock

Mason jars on the dresser
Filled with quarters and dollars
Saving ‘em for our trip around the world
But now you've changed your tune
There'll be no honeymoon
So tonight I'm going there without you, girl

I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going down to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to
Georgia in a jug

We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City
It's a pity we'll never sail our ship into ol’ San Juan
You’ll never walk with me at the beach at Waikiki
And we'll never share that brick suburban home
Today I'm taking that money out of the jar
Tonight I'll buy my ticket down at the corner bar

I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going down to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to
Georgia in a jug

written by Randy VanWarmer, Neil Coty

This is a song
About best friends

John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was three and I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me

The only two bad apples on our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like mixing
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck
Said, don't you know all those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around our eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets the hell out of here
Got scholarships to some small town
School in Texas

We learned to drink sangrias till the dawn’s early light
Eat eggs rancheros and throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo

Ah, but my favorite memory at school that fall
Was the night John Roy came running down the hall
Wearing nothing but cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yelling)

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck
Said, don't you know all those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I said we had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan
And I said, we got waylaid
When we laid foot on Mexican soil
See the border guard with the Fu Manchu moustache
Kind of stumbled on John’s pocket full of American cash
He said, doin’ a little funny business
In Mexico, amigo

But all I could think about was saving my own tail
When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
Well, it was your idea, genius
I was just laying there in bed
When you said

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck
Said, don't you know all those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Ah, we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates

written by Kathy Locke, Bobby Braddock

If time has no end and if time has no end
A billion years, a trillion years, what then is infinity
A circle, an eternal loop
It can drive you crazy searching for the truth

Someday will we know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday

Before we were babies
There's nothing we recall and when we go back
Will it fade to black and that's all
Or could we be destined for some other time and place
And have we lived other lives our memories have erased

Someday will we know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday

Will we see Jesus coming as the sunshine fills the night
Or when we die will we fly into the light
Will we all be reunited with the ones who've gone away
And will we love each other the way we do today
I believe someday we'll know all about it
Have no reason to doubt it
Someday