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Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney


Background information
Birth name Kenneth Arnold Chesney
Born March 26, 1968
Origin Johnson City, Tennessee, U.S.
Genre(s) Country
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Capricorn Records
BNA Records
Associated acts George Strait
Buddy Cannon
Uncle Kracker
Website Website



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Kenny Chesney Album


Hemingway's Whiskey (09/28/2010)
09/28/2010
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Small Y'all (feat. George Jones)
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Ain't Ever Going Back Again (Deluxe Edition bonus track)
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I Didn't Get Here Alone (Deluxe Edition bonus track)
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I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I'm back in my hemlet, cleats and shoulder pads.
Standing in the huddle listening to the call
fans going crazy for the boys of fall.
They didn't let just anybody in that club
it took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
to get to wear those gameday jerseys down the hall.
The kings of the school man were the boys of fall.

(Chorus)
Well it's turning faces stars and stripes
it's fighting back them butterflies
it's call it in the air alrighty yes sir we want the ball.
And it's knockin heads an talkin trash
it's slingin mud and dirt and grass
it's I got your number I got your back when your back's against the wall
you mess with one man you got us all
the boys of fall.


In little towns like mine that's all they got,
newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops.
The old men will always think they know it all,
young girls'll dream about the boys of fall.

(Chorus)2X

We're the boys of fall. (The boys of fall)
We're the boys of fall.

. . .


Stressed out, running late, racing down the interstate
Spilled hot coffee, down the front of my jeans
It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time's spent
Not a minute left for me to be me

Been going like nothing can wait
I gotta get my priorities straight

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little, love a lot

Friday night, here we go, do a little do-si-do
Kick back, have a laugh, catch my breath
Tell the band slow it down, there she is, think I found
Maybe Ms. Wonderful, I haven't met yet

It just hit me like a wrecking ball
She's giving me a wake up call

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little, love a lot

Step back, smell the rose
Feel the sand between your toes
Unplug, unwind
Step out in the sunshine

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop
Live a little

I need to live a little, have some fun
Take some time, waste it on number one
Take the girl, get a map and pick any old dot
Live a little, we need to live a little, love a lot

. . .


Tank top, love handles
Tube socks, Jesus sandals
Cheap blender, ice bucket
Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it

Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri
And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory

No more building transmissions
He's going deep sea fishing
Catch a marlin, catch a tan
Catch a local cover band

Hey, you gotta watch that man
He'll go coastal on ya

Silver hair, silver Buick
Winter's coming, better move it
Southbound before they get snowed under
Call the kids, tell 'em see you next summer

No more freezing their tails off
It's cataract sunglasses and a round of golf
Red skin, green plaid, margarita, dog track
Before you know it Mom and Dad
They'll go coastal on ya

Sounds so good, got me thinking
What do y'all say after I'm done singing

We just take a little getaway
Cruise it down the A1A
Florabama to the Keys
Better keep your eye on me

I'll go coastal on ya
I'll go coastal on ya
Yeah, I'll go coastal on ya

. . .


Baby, here I am again
Kickin' dust in the canyon wind
Waitin' for that sun to go down
Made it up Mulholland Drive
Hell bent on gettin' high
High above the lights of town

You and tequila make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more night could kill me, baby
One is one too many
One more is never enough

Thirty days and thirty nights
Been puttin' up a real good fight
There were times I thought you'd win
It's so easy to forget
The bitter taste the morning left
Swore I wouldn't go back there again

You and tequila make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more night could kill me, baby
One is one too many
One more is never enough

When it comes to you
Oh, the damage I could do
It's always your favorite sins
That do you in

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more night could kill me, baby
One is one too many
One more is never enough

Never enough...

You and tequila...

You and tequila (make me crazy)...

. . .


A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand
She said it was her first time to see the sea
Helping her climb across those jetty rocks
Was the first time I touched her hand

The rain and the way that felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn't wanna leave without her

The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
And the way she called my name

I've lived those seven days a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand

Time was like the tide, it came and went
That old pier ran clear out into the mist
My mind plays back that Tuesday night
Again and again, and again

I taste that saltwater taffy on her lips
Wednesday morning snuck in through the window
We just laid there and listened to the waves come and go

The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
And the way she called my name

I've lived those seven days a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand

Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single grain of sand

The sidewalks, the streets were soaked
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain
And the way she called my name

I've lived those seven days a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand times

Seven days a thousand times
A thousand times
Seven days a thousand times

. . .


Honey, you think he's got an attitude
So you treat him just a little too rude
Buddy, you think she's a little too cold
So you act like a two year old

Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

Boy, you say something bad about her brother
Girl, you say something mean about his mother
Tempers flare and insults fly
And you're both wanting to die

Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
Don't you feel like a ninny, Jenny?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

Lady, you say you don't love him no more
And mister, you kick down the bedroom door
She calls you names you never heard before
And now it's a full scale war

Don't it make you feel crazy, Daisy?
Mentally ill, Bill?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

Six o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten
The neighbors, all know that you're at it again
And two little kids just a few feet away
Hear every word you say

Don't it make you feel bad, Dad?
Don't it make you feel wrong, Mom?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

With a pickle in the middle
And a mustard on top

. . .


There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house
Where Mama used to measure us
I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised
But that ain't where I grew up

See, I gained a little on Father Time
The summer my Granddaddy died
The first time I saw Mama cry
Man, that sure was tough

Felt like I put on a few years
Watching Daddy wipe her tears
In my little coat and tie standing in that cemetery mud
That's where I grew up

My senior year, a case of beer out on the river bank
Getting a head start on twenty one
That's the place that made me feel just like a man
But that ain't where I grew up

See I gained a little on Father Time
That night I crossed that center line
I bet I rolled a dozen times

Next thing I knew I was waking up upside down
Praying God just get me out
Then I hit my knees beside what was left of my truck
Hey, that's where I grew up

You learn as you go, that's how you grow

See, I gained a little on Father Time
When me and her, had our first big fight
I said some things, I made her cry
She packed all her stuff

The boy in me said let her go
But the man in me said pull her close
It was time to find out which one I was
Standing in a doorway holding on to love

That's where I grew up
Oh, that's where I grew up

. . .


For me it's a beach bar
Or on a boat underneath the stars
Or with my band up on a stage
For a while everything's okay

For some it's a fast car
Moonshine in a mason jar
And everybody has their way
Somehow to escape

Reality, yeah, sometimes life
Ain't all that it's cracked up to be
So let's take a chance and live this fantasy
'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality

Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's a bummer
We need a rock and roll show in the summer
To let the music take us away
Take our minds to a better place

Where we feel that sense of freedom
Leave our worries behind, we don't need 'em
All we need is a sunny day and an old tailgate
And we'll escape

Reality, yeah, sometimes life
Ain't all that it's cracked up to be
So let's take a chance and live this fantasy
'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality

Everybody raise your hands and voice tonight
Set your soul free, let's take a carpet ride
We'll leave it all behind

Reality, yeah, sometimes life
Ain't all that it's cracked up to be
So let's take a chance and live this fantasy
'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality

Come on everybody, break free
Come on everybody, break free

. . .


Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town
There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around
There's a man up on a mountain top who wants to go down and breathe the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island he ain't smilin' and don't want to be on an island anymore

There's a lady locked in a love affair wouldn't care if she was single again
There's a lonely soul who's only goal is to get that golden ring upon their hand
In the middle of nowhere there's a nobody tryin' to get that 15 minutes of fame
Someplace there's a superstar thinkin' Lord if I could only change my name

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied I don't know

I don't know....

There's a young man wishin" he could grab the hands of a time and speed em' up a year or two
There's and old man wishin' he could just go back and stop the clock and hang on to his youth
There's a stoner on the sidewalk wishin' he could just get straight for a day
There's a man in a suit and tie thinkin' gettin' high might be a better way

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied I don't know

From the day we're born it seems like it never stops
Why do we always want somethin' we ain't got

Aww we ain't got...

(instrumental)

Round and round and round and round we go
Why we can't be satisfied I don't know

Till the day we got seems like it never stops
Why we always wantin' somethin' we ain't got

Oh we ain't got...

Round and round and round and round we go
Round and round and round and round we go
Round and round and round and round we go
Round and round and round and round we go

. . .


If you're going out with someone new
I'm going out with someone too
I won't feel sorry for me, I'm getting drunk
But I'd much rather be somewhere with you

Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on

You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go somewhere with you

I won't sit outside your house
And wait for the lights to go out
Call up an ex to rescue me, climb in their bed
When I'd much rather sleep somewhere with you

Like we did on the beach last summer
When the rain came down and we took cover
Down in your car, out by the pier
You laid me down, whispered in my ear

I hate my life, hold on to me
Ah, if you ever decide to leave
Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go

I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you

If you see me out on the town
And it looks like I'm burning it down
You won't ask and I won't say
But in my heart I'm always somewhere with you

Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on

You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go

I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you

Somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
Somewhere with you
Somewhere with you

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Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me

Hemingway's whiskey

Ah, it's tough out there, a good muse is hard to find
Living one word to the next, one line at a time
There's more to life than whiskey, there's more to words than rhyme
Sometimes nothing works, sometimes nothing shines

Like Hemingway's whiskey

Sail away, sail away, three sheets to the wind
Live hard, die hard, this one's for him

Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean
Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean
He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat
If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me

Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey
Hemingway's whiskey

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Ain't Ever Going Back Again

[No lyrics]

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I Didn't Get Here Alone

[No lyrics]

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