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Adam Brand Album


Get Loud (2004)
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There's a rumour goin' round that it's lookin' like splitsville between us
But all that talk's just talk
So don't you believe it
'Cause I just got a call from my baby
And she was all, guess what?

We're makin up
Our on again off again is on again
Were makin up
She really wants to make it work
I'm still so in love with her
Forget about everything you've heard
Were makin up

Well I'm the first to admit that the road's been a little bit bumpy
But don't you think for a moment that she don't love me
Take your nosy little nose and get a whiff of these roses on the seat of my
truck

Maybe we argue a little too much
Maybe we broke up more than once
Ah but this is the part I love

Here she comes now
Gonna go out for a little dinner
A little wine
A little huggin
A little kissin

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Just how far does the universe go
Does it ever end, you say you want to know
Just how high can you count
Before the numbers all runs out

Who built the Pyramids
Do aliens exist
Where does God come from
One more phenomenon
But if you know how strong my love is
And your heart and mind can comprehend
Just how long I'm gonna feel like this
Then you'll know what infinity is
Then you'll know

They say that time goes on and on
Even after we're long gone
And there's a black hole up in space
That pulls so strong, light can't escape

They'll find the answers to all those mysteries
But they won't understand what's between you and me


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You might think it's a one- horse town
No traffic lights, one roundabout
Beccy runs the corner shop
Shuts the door at five o'clock

You might think this town is dead
'Cause we ain't got no drive through yet
Our one garage don't open nights
Truckies they just roll on by
But down the road at The Grand Hotel
Saturday nights are as hot as hell

The band plays, cold beer flows
Stomp the floor and dance 'till close
Comes alive when the sun goes down
Country boys and girls get loud

Billy Rigg he owns The Grand
He's filled the fridge, he's booked the band
Six o'clock he preps the troops
Eight o'clock all hell breaks loose

It's four o'clock in the afternoon
Locals know what's coming soon
From the west there's a cloud of dust

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Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine
Tuning up for Saturday night
Be a dirt track mogul
Racing round the oval
Passing everything in sight
But come Sunday mornin we'll all pile in
And head down the road to church
Mamma in the back hangin on for dear life
Cursing brother on every curve

Number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders
STP stickers
A Hurst shifter four on the floor
The preacher shuts his eyes
Starts preying hard
When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34

When brother was a baby
We knew he'd be a racer
He loved the smell of gasoline
He could say Max Dumsdy
Before Dad and Mummy
He could even say Valvoline
He took the family car to the demolition derby
When he was just fifteen
He said don't worry mamma
I'll fix it up good
Now we've got a mean machine

With number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders
STP stickers
A Hurst shifter four on the floor
Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel
And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel
A hot mamma for sure at number 34
The preacher shuts his eyes
Starts preying hard
When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34

. . .



There's a summer moon shining through my room
Just like it did that night
You laid me down we tossed and turned
We bathed in that blue light
I was gone as it gets with the touch of your lips
We were burning like fire flies
Just when I thought l was over you girl it's July

If only I could make it through this time of year
With every day like a souvenir
From the places we went
And the love we were in
Over and over and over again
Your in my blood your in my thoughts
Every corner I turn every street I walk
Every time I drive by the coast your ghost appears
This time of year

I still dream about those cut off jeans
And your pretty pink sunburnt cheeks
That big winter snow we spent by the fire
Yeah we just made love all week
I wished you'd call when the leaves start to fall
And the showers come down in May

. . .



Every night before I go to sleep
I thank the lord down on my knees
For the bare necessities
Food, water, shelter, love

We're so busy judging right from wrong
Rich and poor, weak and strong
When all we need our whole life long
Is food, water, shelter, love

We can soldier on through each day
If we have a home to keep our family safe
And if your heart can be warmed by somebody's love
That's enough

People go hungry struggle to survive
While we fly New York to London in the blink of an eye
Why must it be so hard to provide
Food, water, shelter, love

We can soldier on thru each day
If we have a home to keep our family safe
And if your heart can be warmed by somebody's love
That's enough

Every night before I go to sleep
I thank the lord down on my knees
For the bare necessities
Food, water, shelter, love

. . .



Well all the boy's in my hometown are celebrating
'Cause she's turned eighteen
They all think that she's just the cutest
They've ever seen
Well now she's grown up
And they've all shown up

At last she's turned eighteen
At last she's turned eighteen
At last that girl that lives across the street
Has turned eighteen, teen, teen
Ooh ah ooh ah

Well farmer Thompson really knows how to grow 'em
If you know what I mean
He's been sittin' on the porch with his shot gun
And he don't miss a thing
She's been locked up

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Friday night bout ten o'clock
Packed house, line around the block
The bands rockin' the dance floors full
Their crankin' up the speed on the mechanical bull
Line 'em up right across the bar
Look out party's really 'bout to start
The bar tender shouts OK who's next
The place goes crazy, well what did you expect

Cowboy tequila
Cowboy tequila
There ain't nothing in this whole wide world
That drives me wild
Like a sexy cowgirl
Shootin cowboy
Cowboy tequila

Here comes Suzie with her girl friends
She's kinda shy except for the weekends
A lick of salt from her long tanned neck
A hit of lemon straight from her lips

Shot 1 head spins
Shot 2 kicks in
Shot 3 I'm on my knees
Shot 4 on the floor and I want more more

I wake up with a hammer in my head
I swear I'll never do that again
Phone rings it Suzie on the line
I guess it wouldn't hurt me
Just one more time

Cowboy tequila
Cowboy tequila
There ain't nothing in this whole wide world quite like a
Cowboy tequila
Cowboy tequila
There ain't nothing in this whole world
That spins my spurs like a sexy cowgirl shootin' cowboy
Cowboy tequila

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I'm gonna raise the Titanic
Sail across the Atlantic
And this time it ain't gonna sink
I'm gonna sit here in this chair
With this beer and declare
It's the last one I'll ever drink
Buy a pair of dinosaur skin boots
Take a walk across the moon
Yeah that's what I'm gonna do

I can do that with no sweat
You can bet it's a sure bet
I'm telling the Gods honest truth
But I can't undo what I did
Or un-say what I said
Or un-break what I broke in you
'Cause there's just a few things impossible to do

I'm gonna do some soul searching
Put my mind to working
On fixing the hurting I've done
Drop down into first gear
Jump clean into next year
By then you'll be back or still gone
Ride in on a rainbow
Land out side your window

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Left my home long ago
To travel up the Tanami Road
So many young fellas were like me
Head full of ideas and pretty keen
I didn't think that anyone would remember me for very long

Lifetime friends are with you 'till the end
They're the ones that know you the best
You laugh about how you were so young and proud
You do that when you've made a lifetime friend

Somehow through the years
Some people that you meet stay near
And even if you're far away
They ring you up just to say
Well how are you goin'
When you comin' back this way

I got a call from you this afternoon
It's been years since I spoke to you
We might of had our blues in the past
But somehow our friendship seems to last
We pick up the conversation
Like we just left it yesterday
Pretty good hey

Neither was my head
It must be intervention or it must be divine
Could be kindness week
Or it could be the wine

Now I pray that you will say yes tonight

. . .



Got any plans for the weekend
Cause I've got an idea
Lets do something we ain't done in a couple years
Lets roll out on the highway and we'll wave the world goodbye
Well come on baby how bout we just drive

Just drive and get away
Just drive and run away
Cause I love you right beside me
And the way it makes me feel
When I've got one hand on your leg
And one hand on the wheel
And we just drive

Well pack a bag with some simple things
Cause you won't need much
Just a pair of faded jeans
I love it when you wear that stuff
You can let you hair down
We can loose all track of time
Come on baby how bout we just drive

Let's just disappear together

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I don't dance the Cucaracha
I don't play the Moochachas
I've never been to Mexico
I've never had the chance to go
Never met Speedy Gonzales
I don't eat enchiladas
I don't drink margaritas
But I love the senioritis

I've seen 'em on the TV shows
Hair of brown and the way it flows when they let it down
Cherry lips that you just wanna kiss
It drives we wild when they look like this

I love the way they dance all night
Sway their hip's wrap me round their finger tips
Tight red dress real knocks me out

. . .



I was walkin down the Highway
My thumb out in the air
I'd argued with my father
And thought he didn't care
It was cold and I was angry
As I cursed his name that day
When a car pulled up beside me
And I heard my father say

Come on home, Come on home
I can't bear the thought of you
Out here all alone
It doesn't really matter
Who was right or who was wrong
Tears in his eyes he said please son
Come on home

She heard me say it's over
I can't do this anymore
Then I packed up my suitcase
And walked on out the door
A few days later from a phone booth
I called and thru my pain
Said I know I don't deserve it
But will you take me back again

Come on home, Come on home
I can't bare the thought of you
Out there all alone
It doesn't really matter
Who was right or who was wrong
Don't say a word hang up the phone
Come on home

My Pop's been gone a while now
And my Nan she's grown old
And I was with her when she spoke her final words
She firmly held my hand
Then she gently let it go
As she left to be with Grandpa
I swore I thought I heard

Come on home
Come on home
Can't bear the thought of you
Out there on your own
I've been waiting for you
And your time had finally come
Now you'll never have to be alone

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She was born out in the sticks
In the drought of '76
Pulled the wings of bugs for kicks
She's country

Learned to drive in beat up hack
Shotgun and an old bashed hat
Chasin' roos and razorback
She's country

She'll look you in the eye
Work all day and dance all night
Drink the whole bar dry

Hot day's you can find her there
Lying by the lake and she don't care
Wearin' nothin' but her long dark hair
She's country

She's country certified
Country 'till the day she dies
She's country born and bred
She's country as it gets

Grew up fast in '89
Helped her Ma keep the farm alive
The year her Daddy died

Put a roof on the old hay shed
Fixed the truck when it blew a head
Hung in when she was over it
She's country

She was born out in the sticks
In the drought of '76

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