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Eric Church
Eric Church


Background information
Birth name Kenneth Eric Church
Born May 3, 1977
Origin Granite Falls, North Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Country
Southern Rock
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Capitol Nashville Records
Associated acts Terri Clark
Website Website



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Eric Church Album


Caldwell County (01/18/2011)
01/18/2011
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Chevy Van
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I'll bet you the wine is fine
And I'll bet you the diamonds are real
And I'll bet you his house is the big one Up on the hill

Hey, that's where he's got me girl
And not that I blame you at all
Now don't say you're sorry
Just go and have you a ball

'Cause I ain't got his kind of money
And I probably never will
But I got a buck that says
His twenties and his hundred-dollar bills

Ain't gonna satisfy you forever
They can only buy so much
I ain't got his kind of money
But he ain't got my kind of love

Who's gonna bait your hook?
Who's gonna get lost in your eyes?
Who's gonna throw that ball
That wins you the prize?

Yeah, who's gonna kiss you good night?
Make it last all night long?
Yeah, who's gonna be there?
When he's always gone?

No, I ain't got his kind of money
And I probably never will
But I got a buck that says
His twenties and his hundred dollar bills

Ain't gonna satisfy you forever
They can only buy so much
I ain't got his kind of money
But he ain't got my kind of love

He can buy you all he wants to
But girl I ain't sold
So keep my number handy
'Cause I think we both know

I ain't got his kind of money
And I probably never will
But I got a buck that says
His twenties and his hundred dollar bills

Ain't gonna satisfy you forever
They can only buy so much
I ain't got his kind of money
But he ain't got my kind of love

I ain't got his kind of money
But you're gonna miss my kind of love
You're gonna miss me baby, ha!
That's right, my kind of love

. . .


If it was up to my pride, I'd be gone
If it was up to my mind, I'd be moving on
If it was up to my shoes
I'd be layin' rubber on the street
Anywhere else, that's where I'd be

And ain't it just my luck
When every other part of me gets unstuck
You'd already be gone if it was up to me
But my heart's got a memory
My heart's got a memory

If it took a train, I'd be on that track
If it took a drink, I'd be knockin' one back
If one little pill could set me free
Honey I'd O.D., yeah I'd O.D.

And ain't it just my luck
When every other part of me gets unstuck
You'd already be gone if it was up to me
But my heart's got a memory
My heart's got a memory

Sometimes it feels like my heart's got a mind of it's own
And it's decided it don't wanna leave you alone

But if I had my way
I wouldn't feel this pain
And maybe someday baby
I'd kick this thing
But I really don't know when that might be
'Cause my heart's got a memory
My heart's got a memory

. . .


Momma used to teach,
And Preacher used to preach,
there's angels watching over me,
their here to shield you,
so you dont yield to the devil,
when your soul gets weak,
but they're hard to hear,
when you're jammin gears,
and they're always hanging back,
yeah they try to chase but if they wanna save me,
they better step on the gas,

chorus
cause I'm livin faster than my angels can fly,
yeah I've been wearin the wings off mine,
im bound to die out-livin life
faster than my angels can fly
yeah faster than my angels can fly

theres days i regret this hitch in my step,
and scars on my boots and hands,
all those times i rushed to get growed up,
and to hurry to become a man,
and the promises i made
and the hearts i break all in the name of fun,
yeah id apologize but i aint go no time for no tie me up slow me down love,

chorus
cause I'm livin faster than my angels can fly,
yeah I've been wearin the wings off mine,
yeah im bound to die out-livin life
faster than my angels can fly
yeah faster than my angels can fly

yeah i slowed down, i aint what i was,
still they aint got a prayer,
of ever catching up,
cause i was born to run, born to run, born to run

yeah

faster than my angels can fly,
yeah I've been wearin the wings off mine,
yeah im bound to die out-livin life
faster than my angels can fly
yeah faster than my angels can fly

. . .

Chevy Van

[No lyrics]

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