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Montgomery Gentry Album


My Town (08/27/2002)
08/27/2002
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My Town Piano Intro
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My Town Piano Intro

[No lyrics]

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(Jeffrey Steele/Reed Nielsen)

There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see.
Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
With "I Love Jenny" painted in bright green.
Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
And this is my town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Hey!
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.

There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon.
A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through.
Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
Well there ain't an empty seat to be found.
And this is my town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.

Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard.
The County came and took that water tower,
And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
Our town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)

Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)

. . .


(Kenny Beard/Tim Owens/Jeff Bates)

How many Mrs. Rights have I had to wrong
Every one that's come along
And how many finish lines
Have I had in sight and never crossed
Every one I ever saw
When it looks like I might win
I go and break my heart again

Things aren't good unless they're bad
And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad
When I see the good life closing in
I go and break my heart
Break my heart again

Why do I think I can
When I know I won't
I always end up alone
Why would a lonely man
Hold love in his hands and let it go
Well I don't know
All I know is in the end
I go and break my heart again

Things aren't good unless they're bad
And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad
When I see the good life closing in
I go and break my heart
Break my heart again

Things aren't good unless they're bad
And I ain't happy 'til I'm sad
When I see the good life closing in
I go and break my heart
Break my heart again

And I break my heart again
And I break my heart again

. . .


(Matt Beavers/Dous Powell)

Ninety four degrees as far as the eye can see
Corn is blowing in the wind
Seven days a week out here in this heat
A gentle rain my only friend

Sometimes when the sun goes down
The moon is full the stars come out I look out across this land
I'm proud of what I do but I bet I'm a lot like you
I want to be more than who I am

One of these days I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon
One of these days I'm gonna go
When you look at me you're not gonna see
A scarecrow

It's a simple life I lead not much out here to bother me
Just an occasional stubborn crow
I should be satisfied or so it seems I got lots of time to dream
About all I'm gonna do when I turn down this road

One of these days I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon
One of these days I'm gonna go
When you look at me you're not gonna see
A scarecrow

One of these days I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon
One of these days I'm gonna go
And when you look at me you're not gonna see
A scarecrow
Just a scarecrow

. . .


(Brett Beavers/Jim Beavers/Troy Van Harfen)

Well I changed my ways to please that woman
But I could never be good enough
Yeah, I gave up drinkin', took up churchin'
For a while it wasn't tough
Barkeep we've made our decision after doin' the best we could
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good

So bring on the whiskey
Turn up the jukebox loud
These boots were made for tonkin'
Warn every woman around
We're gonna wind it up tonight
A little tighter than we should
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good

Tell 'em T-Roy

I really like my reputation
And how I'm known all over town
Bein' the first in our generation
To close every single honky-tonk down
I'm gonna be a tough act to follow
After doin' what I said I would
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good

So bring on the whiskey
Turn up the jukebox loud
These boots were made for tonkin'
Warn every woman around
We're gonna wind it up tonight
A little tighter than we should
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good

All ya'll be bad for us one time now

We're gonna wind it up tonight
A little tighter than we should
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good
Yeah, for better or worse
We're gonna be bad for good

Spoken:
Hey bartender, pour us another one!
Yeah, we're closin' this son of a bitch down

. . .


(Jeffrey Steele/Chris Wallin)

I'm tired of spinning my wheels
I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal
I need to get there pretty quick
Hey mister what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch

Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars
The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are
Color don't matter no I don't need leather seats
All that really concerns me is

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me
Over her quickly
Zero to sixty
Can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need
Is an open road
And a whole lot of speed

I'd like to trade in this old truck
Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up
See, it's the first place we made love where we used to sit and talk
On the tailgate all night long but now she's gone
And I need to move on
So give me

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me
Over her quickly
Zero to sixty
Can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need
Is an open road
And a whole lot of speed

Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us
Tear off that rearview mirror there's nothing left to see here
Let me lean on that gas
Oh she catches up fast
So give me

Speed
How fast will it go
Can it get me
Over her quickly
Zero to sixty
Can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need
Is an open road
And a whole lot of speed

That's what I need
I'm tired of spinning my wheels

. . .


(Jeffrey Steele/Craig Wiseman)

He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since New Year's Day
In eighty-eight gets trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there

He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy

She's got an MBA and a plush corner office
She's got a don't mess with me attitude
She'll close a deal she don't reveal that she can feel
The loneliness the emptiness
Except when she comes in here
She's the product of the Me generation
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated
She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need

She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then she jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good and love was easy

Yeah, yeah
Can or can't you get my mind off thinkin' 'bout
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Hey, hell yeah

Hell yeah
Turn it up
Right on
Hell yeah
Sounds good
Sing that song
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me

. . .


(Kenny Beard/Frank Rogers/Casey Beathard)

One coffee cup, one toothbrush
One set of keys, one car out in the drive
One half of the closet empty
One half of the bed cold at night
One of us just up and disappeared
That only leaves one of us 'round here

Lonesome
Can drive a man insane
Lonesome
It's the sad part of the game
Win some, lose some
Lonesome

One man and one woman
One too many cold and bitter fights
One high powered lawyer later
One piece of paper they want me to sign
The hand she used to hold picks up the pen
And all at once reality sets in

Lonesome
Can drive a man insane
Lonesome
It's the sad part of the game
Win some, lose some
Lonesome

Lonesome
Lonesome

. . .


(Rivers Rutherford/Tom Shapiro)

When I was just a little baby
My mama held my hand
Tried to hold me steady all she could
But I pulled just like a full-grown man
Now mama was a real fine woman
Only angel I've ever known
Guess I must have turned out more like my daddy
A chip off the rollin' stone

Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
Yeah, eyes open wide
I feel like a freight train comin'
I wish I knew the reason why
Why do I feel like running

I love the life I'm livin'
I've made myself a happy home
I've got a woman who's in love with a man
But she's worried about my gypsy bone

Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
Yeah, eyes open wide
I feel like a freight train comin'
I wish I knew the reason why
Why do I feel like running

I tell her I ain't never leavin'
I only travel with my mind
A part of her knows that I'm in it for the long haul
But part of her knows I'm lyin'

Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
Yeah, eyes open wide
I feel like a freight train comin'
I wish I knew the reason why
Why do I feel like running

Why do I feel like running
Why do I feel like running
Why do I feel like running
Why do I feel like running
Yeah
I guess it's just my daddy's blood

. . .


(Wes Hightower/Chuck Jones/Jimmy Ritchey)

I slept straight through to eight a.m.
That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again
Well, I had a Marlboro for breakfast on the way out the door
That's the third day this month I had too many the night before
And judging from the past
It won't be the last

It's a free fall
When your back's against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How's a man supposed to stand tall
Well the high life ain't my life
I can't walk a line and I damn sure ain't gonna crawl
Just living in a free fall

With a shovel in my hand and a hammer in my head
Right about now I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do instead
But I'm digging this hole for my dignity
I think I've finally come to understand workin' for the Man ain't workin' for me
I can only take so much
My only way to go is up

From a free fall
When your back's against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How's a man supposed to stand tall
Well the high life ain't my life
I can't walk a line and I damn sure ain't gonna crawl
Living in a free fall

It's a free fall
When your back's against the wall
When you hit rock bottom and the bottom drops out
How's a man supposed to stand tall
Well the high life ain't my life
I can't walk a line and I damn sure ain't gonna crawl
Just living in a free fall

. . .


(Rivers Rutherford/Tom Shapiro)

I know it's over I won't hide from that
Once that door closes you won't be coming back
I've only one favor left to ask of you
If your heart's not hurting too

Lie before you leave and tell me we were something
Say that leaving me will be your great regret
Say it sweet enough that one day
It'll feel like it was love that we made
Do this thing for me
Set my mind at ease
Lie before you leave

I never doubted you made me believe
That deep down inside you really cared for me
But if that was just some kind of spell you weaved that's fine
As long as you work that magic one more time

Lie before you leave and tell me we were something
Say that leaving me will be your great regret
Say it sweet enough that one day
It'll feel like it was love that we made
Do this thing for me
Set my mind at ease
Lie before you leave

Lie before you leave and tell me we were something
Say that leaving me will be your great regret
Say it sweet enough that one day
It'll feel like it was love that we made
Do this thing for me
Set my mind at ease
Lie before you leave

. . .


(Rivers Rutherford/Sam Tate/Annie Tate)

Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family

Daddy almost made a living with eighty acres and a plow
He could've bought that place twice over working for someone in town
Ah, but you should've seen him in his fields at harvest time
He'd swear the gates of heaven opened and he was standing first in line

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul

I grabbed the world when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I filled my pockets up with money
But it burned a hole right through my heart

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul

You know everybody's got a purpose
From mending bones to tending farms
You might say that I found mine
When I wrap my hands around this guitar

And I still wonder if I'm crazy
Trying to bring a dream to life
But I look forward to tomorrow
And I sleep pretty good at night

You can't be in it for the money
Money comes and money goes
You can't be in it for the money
Oh, you got to satisfy your soul

You can't be in it for the money

. . .


(Gregg Allman/Dickey Betts/Jonny Neel)

Eye on the crowd, baby
For folks who want to satisfy my need
Someway, somehow
Gonna find someone to spend some time with me
Well I ain't lookin' forever
Just a woman to treat a good man right
You look so good you got me thinkin'
You might satisfy my soul tonight

There's no harm done
I know you're the one
You don't have to worry
No hurry
The night's still young
I'm just looking for some good clean fun

I ain't lookin' for a woman
Who's always tryin' to put me down
I don't want nobody
Giving me that same old run around

I ain't leavin' I'm just leanin'
And I'm lookin' for that good time thing
And I could tell by the way you're acting
Girl, you know exactly what I'm thinkin'

There's no harm done
I know you're the one
You don't have to worry
No hurry
The night's still young
I'm just looking for some good clean fun

Don't want to slow down, don't want to move too slow
I am so confused, I don't know what to do
So please don't think I'm moving in for the kill
If you don't want to love me somebody else will

Don't want to slow down, don't want to move too slow
I am so confused, I don't know what to do
So please don't think I'm moving in for the kill
But if you don't want to love me somebody else will

There's no harm done
I know you're the one
You don't have to worry
No hurry
The night's still young
I'm just looking for some good clean fun
Looking for some
Oh, baby
Looking for some good clean fun

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