Justin Moore Album

I rolled my Daddy's truck off the Dicksonville curve
After drinkin' my fifth beer
And I fed hogs tryin' to pay him off
Most of my senior year

I got my jaw jacked by a big ol' boy
For messing 'round with his girlfriend
She was tall and tight and she kissed just right
But I'll never do that again

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Yeah I've done some pretty stupid things but hey
I'm a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That's how I got to be this way

I've been kicked in the face by a horse
Cause I ran up too fast behind him
And I shook hands on a deal with a man
And found out he was lyin'

I've broken a couple of good girl's hearts
Cause I've said I loved 'em knowin' I couldn't
And I've given my heart to a woman
Who said she'd stay when I knew she wouldn't

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Yeah I've done some pretty stupid things but hey
I'm a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That's how I got to be this way

I've been hit I've been burned but I've lived and I've learned from it
I've made some mistakes but that's what it takes
To make a man out of a kid

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Yeah I've done some pretty stupid things but hey
I'm a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That's how I got to be this way

Chorus:
Yeah I've done some pretty stupid things but hey
I'm a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That's how I got to be this way

That's how I got to be this
How I got to be this
How I got to be this way
Hey

A lot of people called it prison when I was growin' up
But these are my roots and this is what I love
'Cause everybody knows me and I know them
And I believe that's the way we we're supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day in small town USA

Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side
A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of lights
Old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay here in small town USA

Around here people break there backs just to earn a buck
We ever get ahead but we have enough
I watch people leave and then come right back
I never wanted any part of that
And I'm proud to say that I love this place, good ole small town USA

Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side
David Allen Coe and a six pack of lights
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay, here in small town USA, oh yeah

I wouldn't trade one single day
Proud to say I love this place

Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
Sweet home Alabama and a six pack of lights
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay, yeah I'll be okay here in small town USA
Oh yeah, small town USA

Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass
Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale 'round here
Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud
Blue tick coon hound you know when I'm found out in the

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Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, yes sir

Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter
Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash
35's and a lift kit how stuck can you get
Ain't that just my luck where's the chain I'm stuck out in the

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Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, son

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Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods

I worked hard all week but now you're here with me
Staring up at a summer sky
A blanket in the truck bed just gives me the go ahead
'Cause baby we got plenty of time

Crickets are singing, country moon is shinning
I can see the fire burning in your eyes
All I wanna do is lay you down and love you
Like there's no tomorrow, tonight

Let me whisper in your ear, make my intentions clear
We'll just be getting started come midnight
Get in a rhythm, nobody's near listening
Just you and me for miles and miles

Crickets are singing, country moon is shinning
I can see the fire burning in your eyes
All I wanna do is lay you down and love you
Like there's no tomorrow, tonight

Crickets are singing, country moon is shinning
I can see the fire burnin' in your eyes
All I wanna do is lay you down and love you
Like there's no tomorrow, tonight
Like there's no tomorrow, tonight, oh baby

Wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me
Don't belive in politically correct
You wanna a piece better have a set
A rifle and a four wheel drive is all I need
Small mouth bass on the end of a hook
Daddy read from the good book

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I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

Got sense enough to know things change
But the little man's getting screwed today
Somebody with a backbone please stand up
Oh we worked so hard to get this far
Now we're forgetting everything and just call it love
Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong
Somebody's gotta sing this song

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I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

I wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me

You got your million bucks
You got your flashy sports car
You got your trophy girls
Man, you think you're a star

You got your teeth bleached
You like to play the rich game
Yeah, you think you're a cowboy
The new Jesse James

But I could kick your ass
I could jack your jaw
Put you flat in the dirt, boy
Yeah, I'd have a ball

So go ahead and act tough
Like you're John Wayne's son
But things can change fast
I can kick your ass

Try to steal my girl
Better bring your big friends
Another one or two
'Cause you're gonna need them

You're a little too small
To be calling me names
I'm 'bout to knock that smirky little grin
Right off of your face

I could kick your ass
I could jack your jaw
Put you flat in the dirt, boy
Yeah, I'd have a ball

So go ahead and act tough
Like your John Wayne's son
But things can change fast
I can kick your ass

Oh, how about it, boy?

Yeah, I could kick your ass
I could jack your jaw
Put you flat in the dirt, boy
Hell, I'd have a ball

So go ahead and act tough
Like you're John Wayne's son
But things can change fast
I could kick your ass

I know you scared of that cock-a-doodle-do
Don't worry he ain't gonna hurt you

I know you ain't never milked a cow before
You ain't never slung hay from a second floor barn door
You never heard of Daisy or of Ellie May
Well, that's okay 'cause we got all day

Honey, back that thing up
Throw it in reverse, let daddy load it up
Honey, back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck
Honey, back that thing up

Yeah, yeah, right back here

You ain't lookin' too at home in them cowboy boots
But them pigtails and cutoffs work on you
You gonna learn to love this kinda life
You're gonna fit right in, now shut up and drive and

Back that thing up
Throw it in reverse, let daddy load it up
Honey, back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you got to learn to drive a truck
Come on, back that thing up, up, up

We still got a lot to do, open the gate water the mule
Ain't no time to play today, no rollin' in the hay

Back that thing up darlin'
Just go on and throw it in reverse, let daddy load it up for you
Now back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck

Honey, back that thing up
Come on throw her in reverse darlin'
And get it on back here to daddy

I need you to pull her on the other side of the barn now
Naw, naw you gotta turn them wheels
There you go, now crank her back just a hair right there

Well I was baptized at the Baptist church
And my old man taught me 'bout a hard day's work
I learned how to love, learned how to fight
It's where we keep our cash in a dresser drawer
Underneath the forty-four
And if we do you wrong we damn sure make it right

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It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

Your word is good on a handshake
Preacher still talks about a judgment day
People gonna stop when a funeral passes by
We say "yes sir" and say "yes ma'am"
Answer the call from Uncle Sam
Hit a bully in the nose if he crosses the line

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It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

My roots are buried deep here in this little town
And one of these days it's where they'll put me in the ground

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It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It's the only place that I call home

It's the only place that I call home yeah

You stood on that bank when I got baptized
Gave me a thirty thirty when I turned nine
At sixteen you caught me drinking out in the barn
I could hear you cheering when we won state
And you held my hand at Grandma's grave
And I'll always be thankful you never sold the farm

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Grandpa you stood so tall
Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls
You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night
Five foot six to the top of your hat
But when you talked bout the war thought you were Superman
American born simple man with a southern drawl
You walk the walk, you talk the talke, Grandpa

You still swear Roosevelt was the best
That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest
And fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love
Well this life I've chose is gettin' busy now
And when I walk up on your front porch
It's just like I'm still young

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Grandpa you stood so tall
Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls
You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night
Five foot six to the top of your hat
But when you talked bout the war thought you were Superman
American born simple man with a southern drawl
You walk the walk, you talk the talke, Grandpa

Yeah American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl
Now keep walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk Grandpa

A lot of things a country boy learns in life
How to shoot a gun, how to use a knife
But when I turned into Hershey, PA
Took my guitar up on the big stage

That night I did the best I could
Me and the boys played pretty damn good
Then I took myself out, sat in the crowd
And I learned how Bocephus shakes 'em down

You gotta hank it, can't sip whiskey gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your women you gotta spank it
Ain't got a boat, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it, you gotta hank it

There was a smokin' little blond sittin' next to me
She said, how'd you make it here from Tennessee
She must've been late and didn't catch my show
But when you play at 7, that's the way it goes

So I tipped my hat and we sang along
To where have all my rowdy friends gone
I climbed up on the bus after the show
Had a shot of Jim Beam then we hit the road

You gotta hank it, can't sip whiskey gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your women gotta spank it
Ain't got a boat, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it, you gotta hank it