The Dreamer

released 4th february 2003


SINGLES

The Baby (10.28.2002)
Heavy Liftin’ (04.26.2003)
Playboys of the Southwestern World (07.12.2003)


  • 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