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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


Modern Day Drifter (05/10/2005)
05/10/2005
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Good Man Like Me (feat. The Del McCoury Band)
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Domestic, Light And Cold (duet with Cody Canada; bonus track)
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She Won't Choose Me (acoustic; bonus track)
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These old boots still got a lot of ground
They ain't covered yet
There's at least another million miles
Under these old bus treads
So if you think I'm gonnna settle down
I've got news for you
I still got a lot of leavin' left to do

And as long as there's a song
Left in this old guitar
This life I'm bound to lead
Ain't for the faint of heart
So you won't fall for me
If you know what's good for you
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do

I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do

Girl, you look like you might be an angel
So I won't lie
I could love you like the devil
If you wanted me to tonight
And we could talk about forever for a day or two
But I still got a lot of leavin' left to do

I guess the Lord made me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do


. . .



Come a little closer, baby
I feel like layin' you down
On a bed sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out
There ain't nothin' that love can't fix
Girl, it's right here at our fingertips
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin' you down

Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin' go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin' go

If there's still a chance
Then take my hand
And we'll steal away
Off into the night
'till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day

Come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down
Back to the basics of you and me
What makes the world go round
Every inch of you against my skin
I wanna be stronger than we've ever been
So come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin' it down

Just a little bit closer baby
Just a little bit closer baby
Come a little bit closer baby

. . .



Cracked windshield
Crumpled up cans and a beat up bag of red man chew
Fix a flat, jonny cash box set
Half a dozen parking ickets that I aint paid yet
Litten on that long bed seat
I got my shot gun girl right next to me

CHORUS:
Four wheel turnin
Two hearts burnin
We go runnin wild
Gonna make a million
Memories for every hundred
Thousand miles
Learnin everything I'll ever need
To know about life and love
In the cab of my truck

Sliden rear
Back window
So it's an easy reach to where my cooler keeps em iced down cold
Roll of duck tape, W D 40
Ain't nothin too loose or licked too tight for a man like me
Yeah, I might take it slow
30 through town
On a back dirt road
Girl I put the hammer down

CHORUS

Down by the river, two bodies in the glow of the radio dial
Gonna make a million memories for every hundred thousand miles
I'm learnin everything we'll ever need to know about life and love
In the cab of my truck
In the cab of my truck

Man I can't find anything in this truck
Oh, what's this? a little white tank top

. . .



I must look just like a fool here
in the middle of the road
standing there in your rearview
and getting soaked to the bone
this land is flat as it is mean
a man can see for a hundred miles
So I'm still praying I might see
the glow of a brake light.

But your wheels just turn,
down the road ahead
If it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
I keep a lookin' for
the slightest sign that you might miss
what you left behind
I know there's nothing stopping you now
but I'd settle for a slowdown.

I held on longer then I should
Leaving you might change your mind
those bright lights of Hollywood
would fade in time.

But your wheels just turn
down the road ahead
If it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
I keep a lookin' for
the slightest sign
that you might miss
what you left behind
I know there's nothing stopping you now
but I'd settle for a slowdown.

But your wheels just turn
down the road ahead
if it hurts at all
you aint showed it yet
your just a tiny dot on that horizon line come on tap those brakes
baby just one time
I know there's nothing stopping you now
Im not asking you to turn back around

I'd settle for a slowdown
come on just slow down

. . .



Hey bartender, can I make one special request?
My woman left me, so tonight I'll be drinkin' your best.
I'm not talkin' about Single Malt, Scotch, Jagermeister, or Cuervo Gold.
I'll take anything domestic, light, and cold.

Domestic, light, and cold, that's what I'm havin'.
Serve me up any old, iced-down American classic.
Pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, light, and cold.

No, I wasn't cheatin'. She just said that I was hard to please.
And I'll admit it: I can be set in my country ways.
So go ahead and break out the good stuff, if I can be so bold.
I'll take anything domestic, light, and cold.

Domestic, light, and cold, that's what I'm havin'.
Serve me up any old, iced-down American classic.
Pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, light, and cold.

You've got beer from all over the world on the wall.
I can even get a free t-shirt, if I try them all.
But tonight I'm in the mood for some of that home-grown brew!

Yeah, pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, hey I know what the best is.

. . .



The world is cold but I don't care
When you have flowers in you hair
I see color and I hear sound
And good things happen when you're around

I work hard for not much pay
So I can know you'll be okay
'Cause I need to live where love abounds
And good things happen when you're around

So won't you wait for me
I'll be home soon
Wait for me
I'll only be a day or two

Won't you wait for me
I'll be home soon
Wait for me
I'll only be a day or two

The world is cold but I don't care
When you have flowers in your hair
I see color and I hear sound
And good things happen when you're around

. . .



Guess you heard I'm doin' well
Struck it rich, to hear some folks tell
But I'm still the same old me
Down on Easy Street

You give your all to find that road
And you lose touch with some people as you go
Promises are hard to keep
Down on Easy Street

But when I lay down, and you're not there
Girl, I wish I was anywhere, but

Chorus:
In this world where the telephone is all I touch
When I'm alone and no one ever really knows
The man inside of me
Up here in this lonely room just a-sippin' wine
And a-missin' you girl I've got everything
But what I need
That's why I'm down
Down on Easy Street

Someone told me you moved on
Well who could blame you, with me so off and gone
But do you ever think of me
Down on Easy Street

If you're out this way, some week, some year
Girl, you'll still find me waitin' here

(Repeat Chorus Twice)

Down on Easy Street
Down on Easy Street


. . .



Girl I caught you in your little white lie
Red handed, red handed
You said you had to work tonight
But here you are dancin', slow dancin'
In this honky tonk with someone else
And all you got to say for yourself is so...so?
I'm sorry, so?

Chorus:
So, So long, bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flip side maybe, don't you
Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone
Go go on, cry crybaby
Those tears are gonna drip dry maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
For so so long
So so long

Let me buy you a goodbye drink
Make it a double, a double
'Cause I've seen everything I need to see
You're nothin' but trouble, big trouble
And one other thing before I go
I wanna tell you that I think you're so..so..so..aw, I ain't gonna sink that low

(Repeat Chorus)

I bet you think I'm gonna let it slide
The way you're flashin' me those puppy dog eyes
Right?..yeah right...right?...wrong

(Repeat Chorus)
So so long

. . .



I'm gonna be a modern day drifter
And get out while I can
Gonna trade in this life I've been livin
For a pocket full of sand
And a modern day drifter don't have to tell no one his plans

I'm gonna find that long stretch of highway
No one knows my name
Where as long as the sky just goes on
And it's never the same
A modern day drifter don't ever complain

Bye bye hi life
Feels like the right time
To say so long
Keep on goin strong
And I'll just keep on bein gone
Cause I'm gonna be a modern day drifter, Yes I am
Gonna slip this ring off my finger
Cause everybody understands
That a modern day drifter's got nothin but time on his hands

Bye bye hi life
Feels like the right time
To say so long
Keep on goin strong
And I'll just keep on bein gone
Cuse I'm gonna be a modern day drifter
Oh yes I am
Gonna slip this ring off my finger
Cause everybody understands

. . .


(with the Del McCoury Band)

Now that old car, it ain't gonna last
You ride around all day, I buy the gas
The more I work, the more you spend
Tell me honey baby when will this all end

Chorus:
Her bags are packed, my nerves are racked
She's got a one-way ticket, ain't comin' back
Oh baby, baby
Where you gonna find a good man like me

Take a look at this house turned upside-down
I hung the clothes on the line, they blowed down to the ground
I try to eat my own cookin' but its awful bland
I'm tellin' you right now things are out of hand

(Chorus 2x)

. . .



Hey bartender, can I make one special request?
My woman left me, so tonight I'll be drinkin' your best.
I'm not talkin' about Single Malt, Scotch, Jagermeister, or Cuervo Gold.
I'll take anything domestic, light, and cold.

Domestic, light, and cold, that's what I'm havin'.
Serve me up any old, iced-down American classic.
Pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, light, and cold.

No, I wasn't cheatin'. She just said that I was hard to please.
And I'll admit it: I can be set in my country ways.
So go ahead and break out the good stuff, if I can be so bold.
I'll take anything domestic, light, and cold.

Domestic, light, and cold, that's what I'm havin'.
Serve me up any old, iced-down American classic.
Pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, light, and cold.

You've got beer from all over the world on the wall.
I can even get a free t-shirt, if I try them all.
But tonight I'm in the mood for some of that home-grown brew!

Yeah, pop a top, crack a can, just don't make me wait too long.
I'll take, anything domestic, hey I know what the best is.

. . .



Well its been a year and there so much to tell
been doing alright in spite of myself
just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray
But I know I'm gonna get there someday

Got that job I was dreaming about
sometimes its tough traveling around
but who I wanna be still seems so far away
but I know I'm gonna get there someday

glad I told you all I meant to
while I had the chance
cause every moment I had with you
made me who I am

by the way, I met someone new
and wouldn't you know, she's a whole lot like you
still I ain't ready to settle down in one place
but I know I'm gonna get there someday

well I guess I'll be movin on
I'll just leave these daisies by your stone
and momma, I still miss you every day
but I know I'm gonna get there someday

when that'll be, guess only God can say

. . .


Thought I died and gone to heaven
When I first saw her there
Standin there in a sweat stained stetson
With her cow at the County Fair
I thought i knew
How to make a move
But I cant make her mine
I wish I could forget her
But theres just somethin in her smile

(chorus)
Cuz she chews tobacco
Rides on her tractor
Drives all the cowboys wild
Shes a tall drink of water
A real farmers daughter
For her love id walk a country mile
But I cant get within spittin distance
No matter how i beg or plead
My hearts a crackin
She chews tobacco
But she wont choose me

Well her momma said she liked old westerns
So I did my best John Wayne
Said I bet we'd go together
Like grits on a gravy train
When I leaned in
She gave a little grin
And puckered up her lips
And hit right where she was aimin
Now theres a little brown stain
on my blue tag

*chorus*

I know its wrong
but I
Cant resist
Thinkin bout the taste
Of that first kiss

*Chorus*
My hearts a crackin
She Chews tobacco
BUT SHE WONT CHOOSE ME!

. . .


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