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Billy Ray Cyrus
Billy Ray Cyrus


Background information
Birth name William Ray Cyrus
Born August 25, 1961
Born place Flatwoods, Kentucky, U.S.
Origin Nashville, Tennessee, U.S.
Genre(s) Country Pop
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Walt Disney Records
Mercury Records
Lyric Street Records
Curb Records
Monument Records
Associated acts Miley Cyrus
Dolly Parton
Trace Cyrus
Adam Gregory
Mark Collie
Jeffrey Steele
Brother Clyde
Website Website



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Billy Ray Cyrus Album


Shot Full Of Love (11/03/1998)
11/03/1998
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This is just a business call
It won't take no time at all
If she don't wanna talk that's fine
Tell her that I got those papers signed
I'm sure that she'll be glad to know
This thing is finally coming to a close
That was all I really had to say
But since we're talkin', hey by the way

How's my world treatin' you
Are you happy there in my shoes
While I've got you on my phone
Tell me does she make you feel at home
You've got everything I had to lose
Is she makin' all your dreams come true
Oh tell me how's my world treatin' you

She used to treat me like a king
Oh she was my everything
You took my castle and you stole my crown
When you walked in and turned my world around

How's my world treatin' you
Are you happy there in my shoes
While I've got you on my phone
Tell me does she make you feel at home
You've got everything I had to lose
Is she makin' all your dreams come true
Oh tell me how's my world treatin' you

How's my world treatin' you
Are you happy there in my shoes
While I've got you on my phone
Tell me does she make you feel at home
You've got everything I had to lose
Is she makin' all your dreams come true
Oh tell me how's my world treatin' you

Oh tell me how's my world treatin' you


. . .



Well my first love was a little Corvette
All done up in lipstick red
I thought it'd last forever 'til the motor blew
Well I guess I didn't look close enough
It's a little bit just like falling in love
Looks don't mean a thing, if the heart ain't true

It might be a cool ride, smooth lines,
Something been custom made out in Hollywood
But when you get done gazing at he outside
You better start checking out the inside
If you want a love built to last, you better look real good
And see what's under the hood

Sporty little model standing by the door
So I took her for a spin on the old dance floor
Headlights shining bright but nobody home
Now I need something that's more my speed
Got a whole lotta time to find what I need
So I put her in park and headed on off for home

It might be a cool ride, smooth lines,
Something been custom made out in Hollywood
But when you get done gazing at he outside
You better start checking out the inside
If you want a love built to last, you better look real good
And see what's under the hood

It might be a cool ride, smooth lines,
Something been custom made out in Hollywood
But when you get done gazing at he outside
You better start checking out the inside
If you want a love built to last, you better look real good
And see what's under the hood

You better look real good, and see what's under the hood


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I gave two teeth in a teenage brawl
For a girl whose name I can't recall
Then we broke up
I gave a knee to the football team
Chasing that high school state champ dream
We almost won

I gave junior college almost a year
Then I gave a Greyhound twenty bucks
And that's how I got here

I give all my money for a slice of daily bread
I give forty honest hours to a boss I never met
And I gave my soul to Jesus at the age of twenty-two
So there ain't much left to offer
But I give my heart to you

I gave a beard and a head of hair
To a boot camp corporal with a barber's chair
At Camp LeJeune
I gave Uncle Sam what he bargained for
Twenty-four months, not a minute more
I just didn't fit in

Then I gave a high school friend of mine a call
And we gave a body shop a try
'Til we gave up last fall

I gave a beard and a head of hair
To a boot camp corporal with a barber's chair
At Camp LeJeune
I gave Uncle Sam what he bargained for
Twenty-four months, not a minute more
I just didn't fit in


. . .



There's a little boy out in the driveway
His basketball in hand
Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one
You pat him on the back and say not now son
I'm a busy man

His sister's out on the sidewalk
Setting up a lemonade stand
Hey Daddy don't you want to buy a glass from me
You say maybe later, can't you see I'm a busy man

You got to go, got to run
Hit it hard and get it done
Everyone can see you're going far
You got responsibilities
A crazy schedule that you keep
And when you say that time's a-wasting
You don't know how right you are
Busy man

There's a woman in the bedroom crying
Saying I thought we had plans
You say honey I'm sorry I'll make it up
When the job slows down and I'm not such
A busy man

You got to go, got to run
Hit it hard and get it done
Everyone can see you're going far
You got responsibilities
A crazy schedule that you keep
And when you say that time's a-wasting
You don't know how right you are
Busy man

Have you ever seen a headstone with these words
"If only I had spent more time at work"

There's a call one day from the office
They need you down in Birmingham
You say no way, the weekend's mine
I got plans with the kids and a date with my wife
I'm a busy man

You got to go, got to run
Take a break and have some fun
Those that love you most
Say you've come far
Got some new priorities
In that schedule that you keep
And when you say that time's a-wasting
Now you know how right you are
Busy man


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Once I had a heart cold as ice
Love to me was only for fun
I'd make a mark for each broken heart
Like notches on the butt of a gun

Once I had a trick up my sleeve
And a reputation all over town
I was heartless and cold wherever I'd go
And I shot down every young girl I found

Yes I used to be a moonlight bandit
I used to be a heartbreak kid
Then I met you and the next thing I know there I was
Oh shot full of love

Well who'd have thought that someone like you
Could take a desperado like me
But oh here I am as meek as a lamb
With my bleeding heart there at your feet

Yes I used to be a moonlight bandit
I used to be a heartbreak kid
Then I met you and the next thing I know there I was
Oh shot full of love

Yes I used to be a moonlight bandit
I used to be a heartbreak kid
Then I met you and the next thing I know there I was
Oh shot full of love


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I've been on the road since I was a kid
I was born to lead this life I live
Fate placed me among the chosen few
I'm a man with a mission, got a job to do

Rock this planet
Rock this planet
The world meeds rockin'
And I ain't stoppin' 'til it's done

Well I'd love to stay baby but I've got to run
People everywhere need to have some fun
I've got the message that'll set 'em free
The whole dang world is depending on me to...

Rock this planet
Rock this planet
The world meeds rockin'
And I ain't stoppin' 'til it's done

We did a show in Tokyo, they ate it up
Paris and Rome couldn't get enough
When we were done in London, we were Berlin bound
We cranked it up until the wall came down

Rock this planet
Rock this planet
The world meeds rockin'
And I ain't stoppin' 'til it's done

Rock this planet
Rock this planet
The world meeds rockin'
And I ain't stoppin' 'til it's done


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I live for the phone, I die for the mail
I took your picture right off the nail
And put it right by my bed
So I could see you instead
Of the darkness of night

I hold conversations with you in my mind
they only tighten the knot deep inside
And teh aching won't end
'Til I hold you again
If I only survive

Why did you have to go
Why am I missing you so
One heartbeat at a time
I'm going out of my mind
Missing you, missing you

I started a letter, I stared at your name
There wasn't a line that didn't echo my pain
There was no sound at all
But the slow lonely fall
Of an unspoken tear

Why did you have to go
Why am I missing you so
One heartbeat at a time
I'm going out of my mind
Missing you, missing you

Life may take us in different directions
But I always end up deeper, deeper in my true affection

Why did you have to go
Why am I missing you so
One heartbeat at a time
I'm going out of my mind
Missing you, missing you


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I'll sit and talk baby all night long
We can discuss whatever you want
We'll share our secrets, our little white lies
Before we're through, we'll be bona fide worldly-wise
But thtere's one thing I wanna leave in th epast
So don't bring it up, don't even ask

'Cause that's a touchy subject
Let's not talk about it
Right now I can't explain it
I'm better of without it
I'm beggin' you please
Don't even whisper one little word about love
'Cause that's a touchy subject with me

Don't take the shine off our moment together
It's way too soon to talk about forever
Go ahead and get a little closer to me
But darlin' won't you do me one courtesy
Let's hold off on our wants and our needs
We both know right where that leads

'Cause that's a touchy subject
Let's not talk about it
Right now I can't explain it
I'm better of without it
I'm beggin' you please
Don't even whisper one little word about love
'Cause that's a touchy subject with me

Touchy subject
It hurts to talk about it
It starts rainin' memories
And I feel like I'm drownin'
I'm beggin' you please
Don't even whisper one little word about love

'Cause that's a touchy subject
Let's not talk about it
Right now I can't explain it
I'm better of without it
I'm beggin' you please
Don't even whisper one little word about love
'Cause that's a touchy subject with me


. . .



I remember the time
Before you were mine
And I was dying to be in his shoes
Now he's gone away
And I'm in his place
But his memory hasn't moved
The shadow he cast just grows larger than life
How can the past cut two hearts like a knife

I can't walk away
But how can I stay
Any way I step I lose
My back's to the wall
I stumble and fall
Trying to live my life in his shoes

He wasn't a saint
So what are these chains
He holds on both of us
You give it your best
But you can't forget
And my love's not strong enough
To put out a fire that someoen else lit
Or walk in the footprints that never will fit

I can't walk away
But how can I stay
Any way I step I lose
My back's to the wall
I stumble and fall
Trying to live my life in his shoes

I can't walk away
But how can I stay
Any way I step I lose
My back's to the wall
I stumble and fall
Trying to live my life in his shoes

In his shoes
In his shoes


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I've been holding back words
And waiting for time
There's a lesson here somewhere
I know it's mine
And though I'll remember the promise we made
Promises don't justify feeling this way, anymore

It's time for letting go
We can't hide what we both know
But ooh, the hurtin' grows
Every time I think it's over

You've been keeping all your secrets inside
I know the truth now baby, you don't have to hide
But my mind wanders to the very first day
What a shame things had to turn out this way

It's time for letting go
We can't hide what we both know
But ooh, the hurtin' grows
Every time I think it's over

No words could bring back your affection
And no lies could keep me holding on
Holding on and holding on

Now I know that it's
Time for letting go
We can't hide what we both know
But ooh, the hurtin' grows
Every time I think it's over
I'ts time to realize
That we're both just living lies
And way down deep inside
The time is telilng me it's time for letting go

Let it go
I keep telling myself over and over
Let it go
I know time for letting go
It's time for letting go...


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Well they moved away from the farms they did not own
To live happily ever after on a G.I. loan
The future was looking bright back in '62
'Neath the shadow of atomic bombs and the baby boom

You could take a walk downtown without being afraid
Hey who's the better centerfielder, Mantle or Mays
There was chicken in every pot, even when times were lean
We thougth everybody had a shot at the American dream

Every mother was supposed to look like Donna Reed
father knew what was best for you and me
Our lives were etched on eight millimeter frames
As we grew up in houses that all looked the same
But there was trouble on the other side of town
It was a time when people began to stand their ground
As teh eyes of the world were opened by a man named King
Everybody wanted their share of the American dream

Dream on, children, dream on
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone
As long as there's a God above
Keep praying we never wake up
Keep on dreaming the American dream

Now there's medals on the wall I got back in '91
And a quarter-acre piece of Heaven
Where my kids can run
As I turn off the cable and put my babies to bed
I kiss 'em goodnight and I whisper under my breath

Dream on, children, dream on
Don't let anybody tell you the dream is gone
As long as there's a God above
Keep praying we never wake up
Keep on dreaming the American dream


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