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Jason Aldean
Jason Aldean


Background information
Birth name Jason Aldine Williams
Born February 28, 1977
Origin Macon, Georgia, USA
Genre(s) Country
Country Rock
Years active 2005—present
Label(s) Broken Bow Records
Capitol Nashville Records
Associated acts Toby Keith
Keith Urban
Miranda Lambert
Rascal Flatts
Luke Bryan
Tim McGraw
Bryan Adams
Website Website



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Jason Aldean Album


My Kinda Party (11/02/2010)
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There's still black marks on that county road, where we drag raced our pick ups, and mustangs
And weathered all the sun and rain
And to this day up on that overpass, even underneath the new paint, you can still see,
"Allie will you marry me?"

Take a ride, look around
There ain't no doubt

It sure left it's mark on us, we sure left our mark on it
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did
We laid a lotta memories down, like tattoos on this town

There's still a rope burn on the old branch, that hangs over the river, I still got the scar
From swinging out a little too far
There ain't a corner of this hallowed ground, that we ain't laughed or cried on, it's where we loved,
Lived and learned a lotta stuff
It's everything we're made of

It sure left it's mark on us, we sure left our mark on it
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did
We laid a lotta memories down, like tattoos on this town
Like tattoos on this town

Everywhere, it's where we are
It gets me right, in my heart

It sure left it's mark on us, we sure left our mark on it
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did
We laid a lotta memories down,
But we'll always be hangin' round, like tattoos on this town
Like tattoos on this town

. . .


You know I'm chilling on the back roads
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin' turning off the real life, driving that truck
Hittin' easy street in mud tires

Back in the day pop bomb was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and gin were a few good friends
When we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said she said
Ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something ya'll don't know
Man this shit is getting old
Man mind your business watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud ass out
No time for talking ya'll ain't listenin'
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin'

You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin' turning off the real life, driving that truck
Hittin' easy street in mud tires

I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
If it's broke round here we fix it
See I can take ya'll where you need to go
Down to my hood and back in them woods
We do it different round here that's right
And we sho do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road wit a truck and four wheel
Jump on in tell yo friends
And we'll be raising hell where the black to ends

You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
Hittin easy street in mud tires

Yeah I'm chillin' on the back roads
Laid back bobbin to some George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin' turning off the real life, driving that truck
Hittin' easy street in mud tires

. . .


Ain't a whole lot going on
Small town Friday night
Revving up at a red light
On your mark get set go
Pass a mom and pop restraunt
Same four trucks parked out front
I guess ya gotta make your own fun
When you're stuck in a place this slow
There's only two means of salvation around here that seem to work
Whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around

yeah,yeah
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town


I'am like that am station
that never comes in right
till u pass that city limit sign
its the only time it gets clear
its crystal clear that i
just need to find
a place that where there's no lines
nothing like it is around here
someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around

Whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town

here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
whiskey or the bible, shot glass or revival
When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
These big town dreams that I've been chasing
Will never come true if I wind up staying
And I don't want, to fall in, the same rut, that everybody who seems to be stuck in now
Why do I hang around
In this church pew or bar stool kinda town
yeah i need to get out
of this church pew or bar stool kind of town

. . .


Verse 1:
I can hear that rooster crowing down the road, I felt my eyes open up real slow and I looked around making sure I hadn't checked out. Because there was an angel lying next to me and I figured heavens where I must be oh but it was you and baby what else could I do. In that bed I said a little prayer for one more day I'm still here.
Chorus:
It's your world and I'm just in it, ain't no other way to spin it. Lucky me, just being there when I get to hold you. I'm just here to love you girl, it's your world, and I'm just passing through.
Verse 2:
I dig in my heals and try to slow this down, I want my life to revolve around everything you do, aw but that's all up to you. Everything good seems to go so fast it's like one big party crash, you weren't counting on one day you're here and gone, baby all I wanna do is lay here and hope it don't disappear.
Chorus:
It's your world and I'm just in it, ain't no other way to spin it. Lucky me, just being there when I get to hold you. I'm just here to love you girl, it's your world, and I'm just passing through. X2

. . .


Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants
Thirty thousand feet above what would be Oklahoma

Just a bunch of square corn fields and wheat farms, man it all looks the same
Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns and fun & games
Who'd wanna live down there, in the middle of nowhere

They've never drove through Indiana
Been the man who plowed that Earth
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas
Or they'd understand why God made those fly over states

I bet that mile haul in Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flat bed cowboy stacking US steel on a three day haul
Roads and rails under their feet, yeah that sounds like a first class seat

On the plains of Oklahoma
With a windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a water-color painted sky
You'll think heaven's doors have opened
You'll understand why God made those fly over states

Take a ride across the Badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
And meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God made...
You might even wanna plant your stakes
In those fly over states
Yeah

Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride

. . .


[Verse 1:]
I worked all week.
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved.
Got the cover off a '68.
I fired it up, and let them horses sing.
A little pretty thing.
A little tan leg Georgia dream.
She's a rockin' them holey jeans.
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna be a party,
Out of town about half a mile.
Four wheel drives and big mud tires.
Muscadine wine

[Chorus]
Oh baby, you can find me.
In the back of a jacked up tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things.
I Get down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace.
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started.
It's my kind of party.

Well if you wanna drink.
Go on baby, just do your thing.
But give up your keys.
Hell why drive when you can stay with me?
And then after while we'll sneak away from the bonfire.
Walk by the moonlight and down to the riverside.
Gotcha sippin' on the moonshine.
Baby, if you're in mood and you can settle for a one night rodeo.
If you can be my tan-legged Juliet,
I'll be your Redneck Romeo.

Oh baby, you can find me.
In the back of a jacked up tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things.
I Get down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace.
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started.
It's my kind of party.

Oh baby, you can find me.
In the back of a jacked up tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things.
I Get down in that Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace.
In the bottom of a real tall cold drink.
Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank.
Lets get this thing started.
It's my kind of party.

Haha, y'all ready for this?
Y'all go head and turn it on up.

. . .


There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red
That nicotine rush into my head
And a taste of southern comfort on my lips
Tells me I aint ready to quit

Something about driving way to fast
Switchin gears and hammerin on the gas
And the fact that they aint called me yet
Tells me I aint ready to quit

Don't start thinking I'm gonna stop
Giving it all I got
If you think you seen love you aint seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of wakin up by your side
And the taste of your sweet kiss
Tells me I aint ready to quit

There's something about the way you say my name
That drives this old country boy insane
So baby don't don't stop loving me like this
Cause I aint ready to quit

Don't start thinking I'm gonna stop
Giving it all I got
If you think you seen love you aint seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of waking up by your side
And the taste of your sweet kiss
Tells me I aint ready to quit

Don't start thinking I'm gonna stop
Girl I'm giving it all I got
If you think you seen love you aint seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of wakin up by your side
And the taste of your sweet kiss
And the taste of your sweet kiss
Tells me I aint ready to quit

. . .


I walk a hard line, winding road
Don't really know where its gonna go
Seems like trouble's my best friend
Soon as i get out, I'm back in again
It's a wonder, I ain't all alone

Chorus:
Cuz it ain't easy
No, it ain't easy
It ain't easy
Lovin me

Dont know why I do the things I do
Must be I love to light the fuse
Stand back and watch it crash and burn
And turn into ash
Just like it ain't nothing
She ain't something I can lose

Chorus

She's the brick by brick that built this house
Without her it would all fall down
Somehow she finds the faith and the strength to believe
Don't know why she sticks around

Chorus (x2)

. . .


She was raised up in Jersey
I said oh Lord have mercy
Never seen a one light town 'til she moved down here
She said I'm so bored out of my mind
Need a Starbucks and a wifi
Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere
I said do you wanna take a drive in my truck
Don't pay no mind to that 12 point buck
Laid across my hood
You ever been to

[CHORUS:]
Rome Georgia
Picked peaches off the trees
Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee
Been to Florence Alabama
Drank muscadine wine
Just give me a chance to change your mind
So before you go and fly away girl
Let me show you 'round a country boy's world

Somewhere between there on a dirt road
When I rolled down my window
She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer wind
With just a bite of homeade ice cream
And a glass of Momma's sweet tea
This ol' holler's got a way of makin' friends
She'd never seen a glowin' field of fireflies
Or the twinkle of a star in a southern sky
She fell in love
We went down to

[CHORUS:]
Rome Georgia
Picked peaches off the trees
Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee
Went to Florence Alabama
Drank muscadine wine
She gave me a chance and I made her mine
Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl
It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy'd world

Oooh now she's riding shotgun
Sayin' baby let's run wild
And go down to

[CHORUS:]
Rome Georgia
Pick peaches off the trees
Climb the water tower in Paris Tennessee
Goto Florence Alabama
Drink muscadine wine
She gave me a chance and I made her mine
Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl
It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy's world

. . .


Ive been here a bunch of times
it all stats with the same ol lines its over baby its over
nothing bout it ever feels good
it knocks you down just like it should
but it goes away it always goes away
something about this time feels different
its like im in a fight im about to loose

This might be the heartache that dont stop hurting
it just keeps working on me
it just keeps picking on me
and this might be the tears that keep on falling
they wont stop falling on down
they wont stop raining on down
And baby its to early to know for certain
But this might be the heartache that dont stop hurting

Man ive tried to kill the pain by shooting whiskey through my brain
But it never works it only makes it worse
So tonight im here again throwing punches in the wind
At some memory that i cant even see
I know that i dont want ot let it have me
But everytime it hits i feel the truth

This might be the heartache that dont stop hurting
it just keeps working on me
it just keeps picking on me
and this might be the tears that keep on falling
they wont stop falling on down
they wont stop raining on down
And baby its to early to know for certain
But this might be the heartache that dont stop hurting

Tomorrow ill stand up again
and give it my best shot again
but tonight it sure feels like

This might be the tears that keep on falling
they wont stop falling on down
they wont stop raining on down
And baby its to early to know for certain
But this might be the heartache that dont stop hurting

It just wont stop hurting

. . .


Ohio was a riverbank
A 10 speed layin' in the weeds
Cannonball off an old rope swing
Long, long summer days

Tennessee was a guitar
First big dream of mine
If I made it, yeah, that'd be just fine
I just wanted to play, I just wanted to play, but...

CHORUS
Texas was green eyes crying goodbye
Was a long drive
A heartache I'm still trying to get through
Texas was you

Carolina was a black car
A big white number three
California was a yellow jeep
Cruisin' down Big Sur

Georgia was a summer job
And 'Bama was a spring break
I got memories all over the place
But only one still hurts, only one still hurts like

CHORUS
Texas was green eyes crying goodbye
Was a long drive
A heartache I'm still trying to get through
Texas was you

Texas was my whole life waving goodbye
Thought I'd die
A heartache I'm still trying to get through
Texas was you

It will always be you

. . .


i really hate to let this moment go
touching your skin and your hair falling slow
when your goodbye kiss, feels like this

Chorus:

don't you wanna stay here a little while
don't you wanna hold each other tight
don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight
don't you wanna stay here a little while
we can make forever feel this way
don't you wanna stay

lets take it slow i don't want to move to fast
i don't wanna just make love, i wanna make love last
when your up this high, it's a sad goodbye

(Repeat Chorus)

oh yeah!!!
oh it feels so perfect baby..
don't you wanna stay here a little while..
(Repeat Chorus)

Don't you wanna stay..
yeah yeah yeahhh
yeah yeah yeahhh

. . .


Let's don't say goodbye
I hate the way it sounds
So, if you don't mind
Let's just say for now

See you when I see you
Another place, some other time
If I ever get down your way
Or you're ever up around mine
We'll laugh about the old days
And catch up on the new
Yeah, I'll see you when I see you
And I hope its some day soon

God made this ol' world round
And maybe its that way so the paths we go down
Yeah, I will cross again some day
Some day I'll

See you when I see you
Another place, some other time
If I ever get down your way
Or you're ever up around mine
We'll laugh about the old days
And catch up on the new
Yeah, I'll see you when I see you
And I hope its some day real soon

I hope its some day soon

I'll see you when I see you
Another place, some other time
If I ever get down your way
Or you're ever up around mine, just stop by
We'll laugh about the old days
And catch up on the new
Yeah, I'll see you when I see you,
'til then my prayers are with you
And I hope its some day soon

I'll see you when I see you

. . .


was it a stone i didn't throw
when i wrecked it
my foolish words so cool and cold were disconnected
tell me why when she cried all i did was close my eyes

if she could see me now
if she could see me breaking down
maybe she'd turn around
if she could see me now

now the sunshine feels like rain tryin to drown me
and the world feels out of place all around me
so i wait and i pray, that I'll run into her someday

if she could see me now
if she could see me breaking down
maybe she'd turn around if she could see me now

so many things i wish i could tell her show her
just how bad i need her, miss her, love her

if she could see me now
if she could see me breaking down
maybe she'd turn around if she could see me now

if she could see me now
if she could see me breaking down
maybe she'd turn around
if she could see me now
if she could see me now

. . .


Ain't no cloud up in my sky
I couldn't worry if I tried
I got an open road just air and me
To pick you up and take you for a ride

I got a new shine on my car
Sun is tannin' my left arm
And while I'm waitin' on the red light
I'm burnin' up a little air guitar

Turn it up a little bit louder
Turn it up I love this song
Come on girl the world is ours
Let's do something right or wrong

Life is short
Lets go live it
No time for wasting time
Days like these they go too fast
Yeah, days like these you wanna make them last

Rest your feet up on the dash
Leave your toe prints on the glass
Sing it like you mean it baby
Close your eyes and lay your head on back

Turn it up a little bit louder
Turn it up I love this song
Come on girl the world is ours
Let's do something right or wrong

Life is short
Let's go live it
No time for wasting time
Days like these they go too fast
Yeah, days like these you wanna make them last

Speakers layin' in the truck bed
No this day ain't done yet
'Til the sun goes down

Turn it up a little bit louder
Turn it up I love this song
Come on girl the world is ours
Let's do something right or wrong

Life is short
Lets go live it
No time for wasting time
Days like these they go too fast
Yeah, days like these you wanna make them last

. . .


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