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Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley


Background information
Born November 20, 1975
Origin Phoenix, Arizona, USA
Genre(s) Country
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) Capitol Nashville Records
Associated acts Deric Ruttan
The Warren Brothers
Website Website



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Dierks Bentley Album


Dierks Bentley (08/19/2003)
08/19/2003
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Train Travelin' (feat. The Del McCoury Band)
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(Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley/Deric Ruttan)

Well, Becky was a beauty from south Alabama.
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer.
Think he even did a little time in the slammer.
What was I thinkin'?

She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate,
Her Daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate.
What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

By the County line, the cops were nippin' on our heels,
Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel.
Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield.
What was I thinkin'?

At the other side, she was hollerin': "Faster."
Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'.
Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'.
What was I thinkin'?

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

When a mountain of a man with a "Born To Kill" tattoo,
Tried to cut in, I knocked out his front tooth.
We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke.
What was I thinkin'?

I finally got her home at a half past two, later.
Daddy's in a long chair sittin' on the driveway,
Put it in park as he started my way.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?

Then she gave a "Come an' get me grin."
An' like a bullet, we were gone again.

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin' where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?


. . .


(Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley)

That ole picture frame keeps hangin round
I ain't ready yet to take it down
Every now and then I'll slam the door
Shake it loose and she'll hit the floor
But I can't throw a good thing away
I wish it would break

And I swear my trucks got a haunted radio
Cause I hear you in every song
But I know what the silence makes me do
So I give those buttons more abuse
I wonder how much punchin it can take
I wish it would break

There I could move on, right on down the line
Where I don't see you, need you, in my life
You're wrapped around me
Your memories bound me like a chain
I wish it would break

This ole hearts got a mind of it's own
It's decided not to let you go
And even though your love's no longer here
It won't let me shed one tear
Cause it's still holdin on to yesterday
I wish it would break

There I could move on, right on down the line
Where I don't see you, need you, in my life
You're wrapped around me
Your memories bound me like a chain
I wish it would break

I wish it would break
Yeah, I wish it would break

. . .


(Ronnie Rogers/Dierks Bentley)

I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July
Burn your pictures and go for a drive
Down to the river and watch the ink from your love letters fade
Come back home turn that old mattress over
Pour out the whiskey try wakin' up sober
Gonna change it all tonight, gonna do whatever it takes

I lost weight
I lost hair
And I don't intened to ever go back there
Drinkin' and a think' 'bout a love that just wasn't true
And there's a good chance I'll end up insane
Without enough sense to come in from the rain
My mind might be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about you

I heard that ol' Jones song just the other day
'Bout a man who took that ol' broken heart to his grave
But, I'll be damned if a memorie's gonna lay me down
I might be walkin' around with a head full of air
Actin' kinda crazy but I don't care
This heart's barely beating, but I'll still be above the ground

I lost weight
I lost hair
And I don't intended to ever go back there
Drinkin' and a think' 'bout a love that just wasn't true
And there's a good chance I'll end up insane
Without enough sense to come in from the rain
My mind might be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about you

I lost sleep
I lost years
And there ain't no tellin' how many tears
My mind's gonna be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about you
I'll forget about you

. . .


(Steve Bogard/Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley)

Rollin on the fast lane, on the leavin side of town
Just me and the dreams I've left undone
There's a lot of roads I could point this chevy down
But I can only think of one

On this river of concrete slab, a man could drive for days
And let his imagination run
There's time for a million memories along the way
But I can only think of one, Oh I can only think of one

Summer down in Galveston, underneath the stars
Fire burnin on the sand, ragin in our hearts
If there's a time in my whole life
I've really been in love
I can only, I can only think of one

I'm not gonna turn back, till I'm back to where you are
To undo the damage that's been done
There may be a hundred ways, to mend this broken heart
But I can only think of one, oh I can only think of one

Summer down in Galveston, underneath the stars
Fire burning in the sand, and you back in my arms
If there's a time in my whole life
I've really been in love
I can only, I can only, I can only think of one

. . .


(Harley Allen/Dierks Bentley)

I learned how to write it, when I first started school
Some bully didn't like it, said it didn't sound too cool
So I had to hit him, and all I said when the blood came
It's my last name

Grandpa took it off to Europe, to fight the Germans in the war
It came back on some dog tags, nobody wears no more
It's written on a headstone, in the field where he was slain
It's my last name

Passed down from generations, too far back to trace
I can see all my relations, when I look into my face
May never make it famous, but I'll never bring it shame
It's my last name

Daddy always told me, far back as I recall
Son you're part of something, you represent us all
So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came
It's my last name

So darlin if you're wonderin, why I've got you here tonight
I wanna be your husband, I want you to be my wife
Ain't got much to give you, but what I've got means everything
It's my last name


. . .



Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids
A jukebox and a pocket full of change
Just a few of my favorite things
Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids

Bartenders will listen when you talk
And barstools are there when you can't walk
And I'll always make a waitress my best friend
Until the music stops and closin time begins

Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids
A jukebox and a pocket full of change
Just a few of my favorite things
Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids

Outside lies a heart that's been broke
But in here it's a world of song and smoke
That way my eyes and ears can lie to me
While I drink another shot of make believe

Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids
A jukebox and a pocket full of change
Just a few of my favorite things
Bartenders, barstools, and barmaids


. . .


(Steve Bogard/Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley)

Midnight, stop light, happens everytime
Pretty girl in a car
No reason bliss what so ever
I wonder how you are
Constant question pounding in my brain
Is anybody loving you these days

Lonesome pillow, sun come yellow
I reach across the bed
Should be hurried, workin', worries
I lie there instead
With the thought that's drivin me insane
Is anybody loving you these days

Damn the small town, every place that I go
Drive By your house, see his car and I know
He's there with you, but when he kisses you
Think about the memories we made, and tell me
Is anybody loving you these days

Second chances, backward glances
Most people just say no
World keeps turnin, heart keeps yearnin
I keep holdin the hope
One day you might answer with my name
Is anybody loving you these days

Damn the small town, every place that I go
Drive By your house, see his car and I know
He's there with you, but when he kisses you
Think about the memories we made, and tell me
Is anybody loving you, I mean really loving you

. . .


(Buddy Miller/Julie Miller)

Take your suitcase, take your heart
Take a train into the dark
My love with follow you
My love with follow you

You can try to lose yourself downtown
You can burn all your bridges down
My love will follow you
My love will follow you

My love will follow you
Down every highway of your soul
You can leave it all behind
My love will be your shadow
Everywhere you go

So close the door, turn the key
Leave me here like a memory
My love will follow you
My love will follow you

Even on a road that takes you down
Where the chords of human kindness come unwound
My love will follow you
My love will follow you

My love will follow you
Down every highway of your soul
You can leave it all behind
My love will be your shadow
Everywhere you go

If you should ever go so far, that you cannot get back
Girl, you may not remember
But, my heart will not lose track

So, go ahead and take that train
In my heart, you will remain
My love will follow you
My love will follow you

. . .


(Writer X/Dierks Bentley)

It's strange to hear your voice, I did not expect for you to call
You wonder how I'm doin, how I'm holding up since you've been gone

Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me

Well now wait one minute, I failed to mention, those tears I cried are tears of
joy
Because it was no fun, there under your thumb, and now that we're done
I'm getting right, every night, with every single, every loving girl in sight

Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me

Well, when all my friends heard, what a you know what you were
They took me out on the town
But then I heard our song, and I danced along, but it felt all wrong
Cause she was sweet, she let me lead, she never took her ever lovin eyes off me

Well, how am I doing since you did, what you've done to me
I can't lie, I sometimes cry, when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy, and I don't get much sleep
Baby that's how i'm doing since you did, what you done to me

Well I don't know what you were thinking, running round on me
Well, now you say you're sorry.....well honey I agree

So, how are you doing since you did, what you did to me
Girl don't lie, I know you cried...cause you know how good it used to be
Yeah, tell me does the thought of, loosing my true love, make it hard to sleep
Baby how are you doing since you did what you done to me

Now how are you doing, now that you know how I'm doing

. . .


(Deric Ruttan/Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley)

Everyday I swim an ocean, fightin your memory like endless waves
I surrender to the truth, I'll always love you, but I know someday
I'm gonna reach the banks of a distant shore, where I won't miss you anymore

Once in a while I ride the river, of whiskey wishes from an old shot glass
But the way it used to be follows me downstream, so I keep knockin em back
Till I reahc the banks of a distant shore, where I won't miss you anymore

Someday I'm gonna get there, It migfht take my last prayer

One of these days I'm gonna cross that ocean,some sweet angel will set me free
And they'll tell my stories, sing a song about glory, and read Psalm 23
When I reach the banks of that distant shore, where I won't miss you anymore


. . .


(Dale Dodson/Jimmy Melton/Ken Melons)

Designer names and diamond rings, are just some of the finer things
I thought it took to keep her satisfied
But a bank account and credit cards, a circle drive thru an acre yard
Couldn't feel that lonesome feeling, that she had inside

I bought her fancy clothes, for all occasions
And that new car so she could go just any ole where she pleased
I bought the golden band she wore, on the hand that closed the door
And I bought the shoes that just walked out on me

Leaving early and stayin out late, I thought for sure her love would wait
Until the day that I could find the time
But all the things that she expected, were all the things that I neglected
What she wanted from me would not have cost a dime

I bought her fancy clothes, for all occasions
And that new car so she could go just any ole where she pleased
I bought the golden band she wore, on the hand that closed the door
And I bought the shoes that just walked out on me

I bought the golden band she wore, on the hand that closed the door
And I bought the shoes that just walked out on me

. . .


(Mike Ward/Dierks Bentley)

There's things in my life that I've been missing
The touch of a woman, and lovin after dark
Come here lately, the woman I've been kissing
She comes from Kentucky boys, and she don't have a heart

Bartender he don't mind, he just sets them up the same
Ain't been sober since it's over, got no plans to change
I traded my tomorrows to remain in yesterday
Whiskey tears are falling here and each one cries her name

I used to be so afraid of dying, I lived every moment for loving her
But when she walked away, my heart quit tryin
And now I'm no stranger to the hurt

Bartender he don't mind, he just sets them up the same
Ain't been sober since it's over, got no plans to change
I traded my tomorrows to remain in yesterday
Whiskey tears are falling here and each one cries her name

Bartender he don't mind, he just sets them up the same

. . .



Everytime I hear the lonesome whistle whine
From a lonesome locomotive, comin down the line
It carries me back to another place in time
When train travelin across the land was the only way to fly

Am I a fool to think it glamorous
Box-Carring like a hobo, it must have been rough
But a simple way of life is what it really means to me
When we weren't so dependent on money to be free

I hear you train, are you travelin my way
Won't you let me ride your rails right back to yesterday
Who knows what I could see from that ole time machine
But there you go again train travelin,
There you go again train travelin

I'm lying on a rotten wooden floor
Smell yesterday's whiskey here rattlin' at the door
A railroad man lookin' for me, I'm scared as I can be
I open my eyes and realize it's just another dream

I hear you train, are you travelin my way
Won't you let me ride your rails right back to yesterday
Who knows what I could see from that ole time machine
But there you go again train travelin,
There you go again train travelin

I hear you train, are you travelin my way
Won't you let me ride your rails right back to yesterday
Who knows what I could see from that ole time machine
But there you go again train travelin,
There you go again train travelin

But there you go again train travelin

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