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Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley


Background information
Birth name Bradley Douglas Paisley
Born October 28, 1972
Origin Glen Dale, West Virginia, United States
Genre(s) Southern Rock
Americana
Country
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Arista Nashville Records
Associated acts Dolly Parton
David Kersh
Alison Krauss
Carrie Underwood
Chely Wright
Dierks Bentley
Keith Urban
Website Website



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Brad Paisley Album


Play (11/04/2008)
11/04/2008
1.
Huckleberry Jam
2.
Turf's Up
3.
Start A Band (feat. Keith Urban)
4.
Kim
5.
Departure
6.
Come On In (feat. Buck Owens)
7.
Playing With Fire
8.
Kentucky Jelly
9.
More Than Just This Song (feat. Steve Wariner)
10.
Les Is More
11.
Pre-cluster Cluster Pluck Prequel
12.
Cluster Pluck (feat. James Burton, Vince Gill, Albert Lee, John Jorgenson, Brent Mason, Redd Volkaert, Steve Wariner)
13.
Cliffs Of Rock City
14.
Let The Good Times Roll (feat. B.B. King)
15.
16.
Waitin' On A Woman (Feat. Andy Griffith)
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Huckleberry Jam

[No lyrics]

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Turf's Up

[No lyrics]

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(feat. Keith Urban)

I never was a straight-lace, straight A student
teacher’s pet or child prodigy
I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football
It take too long to get a law degree

So I sat down with momma and daddy
tried to talk some sense into my big head
But the best advice that I ever got
was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend

Just get you a guitar and learn how to play
Cut up some jeans, come up with a name
When you’re living in a world that you dont understand
Find a few good buddies, start a band
Start a band, Start a band

And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,
They’ll be waiting in the line out back
Might get your picture in the hometown paper
Maybe buy your momma that Cadillac


Just get you a guitar and learn how to play
Cut up some jeans, come up with a name
When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand
Find a few good buddies, start a band

Start a band, Scrape up some money, buy a van
Learn free bird and ramblin’ man
Never buy another beer again

Guitar

Just get you a guitar and learn how to play
Grow out your hair, come up with a name
With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands
Find a few good buddies, start a band

No need to study, start a band
Call up some buddies man, start a band

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Kim

[No lyrics]

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Departure

[No lyrics]

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(feat. Buck Owens)

1, 2
Got up this morning, headed down the road
I saw this pilgrim with a heavy load
Were my eyes lyin' at what I'd seen?
Hello, stranger. Remember me?

Hang your coat on that nail
kick your shoes off let 'em sail
I set my suitcase down in the den
Welcome stranger, come on in

Come on in, come on in
It's so good to see you again
It don't matter where you been
welcome stranger, come on in

I'll make the coffee, I'll get the cream
We'll open up a bottle of old Jim Beam
We'll hoot and holler to your favorite song
Welcome stranger, welcome home

I sure did miss you there's no doubt
The days got longer after you checked out
But the pain got stronger when it kicked in
Welcome stranger, come on in

Come on in, come on in
It's so good to see you again
It don't matter where you been
welcome stranger, come on in

It don't matter where you been
welcome stranger, come on in
welcome stranger, come on in

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Playing With Fire

[No lyrics]

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Kentucky Jelly

[No lyrics]

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(feat. Steve Wariner)

Like a boat on a river this bus is floating down this old highway
Looking out the window I think about how I got here today
Anyone who's anywhere had some help getting there its true
And one of the reasons why I get to do the things I do

I met this angel
With callused hands
Who led this boy to his band
Under his wing I learned to fly
On these 6 strings through this life
You can hear them in my playing
Although he's gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song.

Like a leaf that had fallen I was drifting down the stream
Mr. Guitar came into my life and let me live this dream
His old gretch still speaking still speaking its teaching all of us a ton
He was my friend and my hero all wrapped up in one

I met this angel
With callused hands
Who lead this naive boy into his band
Under his wing I learned to fly
On his 6 strings into the night
I can still hear him playing although he's gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song.

Every face we see from we every stage we roll
With every note we play even though there gone
They live on
They live on

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Les Is More

[No lyrics]

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Pre-cluster Cluster Pluck Prequel

[No lyrics]

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Cluster Pluck

[No lyrics]

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Cliffs Of Rock City

[No lyrics]

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(feat. B.B. King)

Hey everybody, let's have fun
You only live but once and when you're dead you're done
You better let the good time roll, baby, oh, let's get it own mama
And I don't care if you're old now
Get yourself together and let the good time roll

Don't sit there mumbling, talkin' trash
If you want to have a ball you got to go out, spend some cash
L-l-let the good times roll, babe, oh baby, oh baby
And I don't care if you're old now, get together and let the good time roll

Hey y'all tell everybody, Ray Charles' in town
Got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just ringing the clock now
Don't let nobody, play me cheap
I got fifty cents more than I'm gonna keep

I'm gonna let the good times roll now, oh baby, oh baby
And I don't care if you're old now, get together and let the good time roll

Hey no matter whether, rainy weather
If you want to have a ball you got to get yourself together
Oh, get yourself under control
Ohh, yeah, oh

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What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

. . .



Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me
You waitin' on a woman
I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you
He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been
Waitin' on a woman

When I picked her up for our first date
I told her I'd be there at eight
And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty
She said I'm sorry that I took so long
Didn't like a thing that I tried on
But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty
Yeah she'll take her time but I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

He said the wedding took a year to plan
You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous
Waitin' on a woman
And then he nudged my arm like old men do
And said, I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it
Waitin' on a woman

And I don't guess we've been anywhere
She hasn't made us late I swear
Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it
Boy it's just a fact of life
It'll be the same with your young wife
Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

I've read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind

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