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Montgomery Gentry Album


Some People Change (10/24/2006)
10/24/2006
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His old man was a rebel yeller:
Bad boy to the bone.
He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella,"
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
He was raised to think like his Dad:
Narrow mind full of hate.
On the road to no-where fast,
Till the Grace of God got in the way.
Then he saw the Light an' hit his knees an' cried an' said a prayer:
Rose up a brand new man; left the old one right there.

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.
Don't give up hope: some people change.
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way: some people change.

She was born with her mother's habit:
You could say: "It's in her blood."
She hates that she's gotta have it:
As she fills her glass up.
An she'd love to kill that bottle,
But all she can think about,
Is a, a better life, a second chance,
An' everyone she's letting down.
She throws that bottle down.

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.
Don't give up hope: some people change.
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way: some people change.

Thank God for those who make it:
Let them be the Light.

(Let them be the light)
(Some people change.)
Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.
Don't give up hope: some people change.
Against all odds, against the grain,
Love finds a way: some people change.
Some people change.

(Some people change)

. . .



Shotguns, halter tops
A Firebird from a chop shop
A six pack of ice cold bud
Screaming at the cop
Hey, need another cold one
Can't ya see, can't ya see
What that woman been doing to me

Well, that's Jay in the backseat
Marshall tucker singing on the CD
He's a hick, hey just like me

Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Check it out, a small town, busted dreams
Turned eighteen, joined the marines
Get a crewcut, a tattoo
Tell your girlfriend you'll be right back
Give or take a war or two
Bootcamp, pushups
You get a gun and ya muscle up
I don't know but I been told
I don't know but I've been told

Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Two years an ex wife later
I got a job patching up radiators
And the occasional fuel pump
Saving up, moving to the city
There I was working on a Tuesday

When a firebird showing his age
Pulled up to the middle bay
Whatta ya know, it's Jay

Hey, country fresh off the farm
Hey, country, look at that cowboy hat
Hey, country, everybody sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

. . .



I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
Last Sunday when the Bengals lost
Lord it put me in a bad mood

I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has
And I forget about all I've got

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man

Got some friends who would be here fast
I could call em any time of day
Got a brother who's got my back
Got a mama who I swears a saint
Got a brand new rod and reel
Got a full week off this year
Dad had a close call last spring
It's a miracle he's still here

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
a few dollars in a coffee can
My old trucks still running good
My ticker's tickin' like they say it should
I got supper in the ove, good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man

My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And even my bad days ain't that bad
Yeah, I'm a lucky man
I'm a lucky lucky man

. . .



Bumper stickers on a Suburu
Save the whales and no more news
Next to a pickup with a rebel flag
Couple rifles and a gunrack
Behind a soccer mom in a Ucon
And a busload of deadheads
The long stretch of highway they're on
Their only common thread

But there they go making the world go round
Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down
Just trying to keep in-between the lines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked and we talked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes all kinds

The sky turns orange another day is gone
And that taillight river rolls on and on and on
Poetry in motion, no this ain't no rat race
Just a work in progress toward a bigger and better place

But there they go making the world go round
Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down
Just trying to keep in-between the lines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked and we talked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes all kinds

Everybody's got their own road to fill
Everybody's just a spoke in the wheel

To each his own, yeah, it'd be a shame
If we walked and we talked and we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes all kinds

. . .



I hear you're smiling, been looking good
Nothing but blue skies in your neighborhood
They say you're tickled pink since you left me
And you been talking about me like you never met me

But your tears are coming like a hot Georgia rain
Like a East texas flood, like a Florida Hurricane
You can't just hurt someone and not feel a thing
Those sunny days are numbered
Your tears are coming

I know your girlfriend told ya that I been crying
And I still ain't gotten over your two-timing
Next time you're talking to her about whose the fool
Tell her to tell ya how she got me over you

But your tears are coming like a hot Georgia rain
Like a East texas flood, like a Florida Hurricane
You can't just hurt someone and not feel a thing
Those sunny days are numbered
Your tears are coming

You got my money, the best years of my life
I know you're somewhere laughing loving someone else tonight
The world ain't flat baby in case you're wondering
What goes around comes around, your tears are coming
Your tears are coming, yeah

But your tears are coming like a hot Georgia rain
Like a East texas flood, like a Florida Hurricane
You can't just hurt someone and not feel a thing
Those sunny days are numbered
Your tears are coming

But your tears are coming like a hot Georgia rain
Like a East texas flood, like a Florida Hurricane
You can't just hurt someone and not feel a thing
Those sunny days are numbered
Your tears are coming
Your tears are coming

You let me tell you something
Those sunny days are numbered
I'll be the one you're wanting
Baby, your tears are coming
You let me tell you something
Those sunny days are numbered
I'll be the one you're wanting
Baby, your tears are coming

. . .



Clouds rolling by way up high
Sometimes I wonder if you’re up there in the clouds
When it rains, skies are grey
Is that you crying up there somewhere in the clouds

I hate sunny days
Nothing but empty blue skies so I pray
Ooh, how I pray for clouds taking shape
I swear sometimes I can almost see your face
Somewhere up there in the clouds

Sometimes on a plane I feel like I'm with you
Just hanging out somewhere up there
In the clouds rolling by
Way up high with the angles fly

Yes, I miss you down here
But I'll see you up there in the clouds
In the clouds, yes
I miss you down here
Yeah. I'll see you up there in the clouds

. . .



I was at that smartass time of my life
Where I'd pick a fight, just to pick a fight
If he said, black, I said white
If he took one side, I took the other side
The dinner table we sat around
Was more like a battleground
And I lost more times than I won

I woulda learned later on
that he was always preaching about his past
I just kept screaming Come on, Dad
That was twenty years ago
You don't know me at all
Trying to talk to you is like talking to the wall
Yeah, you gave me my life, but it's my life to live
Maybe I don't wanna live it like you did
Twenty years ago

He was built with blue collar sweat and blood
Squared jaw and a crew cut
A purple heart, a Viet Vet
He'd tell you every chance he'd get
Always running down my rock and roll
My friends, my hair, my clothes
But one night it got out of control
And right there we came to blows
And that was just enough to get me gone
I couldn't wait to prove him wrong

Twenty years ago struck out on my own
Couldn't tell me nothing that I didn't already know
Later I was on my way to what the hell did I care
My old man and his grey hair thought about the road I chose
Twenty years ago

Well, I left as fast as the leaves fell that Autumn
I never looked back and I never once called him
But every time I talked to Mama
I wondered if he was there, or if he even cared
I figured I walked out on him and the course of our love had run
Momma said, no,no, you listen to me, Son
He's a stubborn man and he won't give in
He believes what he believes, well, you're just like him

Well, I could tell by her voice there was something wrong
She broke down and said he ain't got long
So I caught the next plane home
Thought about all the years gone
Had my pride that I let so much time go by
I ran up those stairs and stood by his bed
And I cried

Twenty years ago thought I knew it all
But trying to talk to me was like talking to a wall
I thought I was a man acting like I did
But all I want right now is just to be your kid
Just before my Dad gave up the ghost
He took my hand and said
Son, let it go, that was twenty years ago
Twenty years ago

. . .



I heard it through the grapevine
My new neighbor don't like my big red barn
A '47 Ford, bullet holes in the door
Broke down motor in the front yard
I got half a mind to paint a plywood sign
And nail it up on a notty pine tree
Saying I was here first
This is my piece of dirt
And your rambling don't rattle me

Some people care about what other people think
Worry about what they say
Let a little gossip
Coming from a loose lip ruin a perfect day
Say, blah, blah, blah, just a jacking their jaws
Got a letta roll off-a my back
I don't give a dern what other people think
What do ya think about that

I wear what I want to, overalls work boots
Crank my music up loud
Like to sling a little mud in my four wheel drive
Trek it all into town

Shot a little eight ball down at the pool hall
Drink a beer with my friends
Now don't judge me and I won't judge you
Cause we all get judged in the end

Some people care about what other people think
Worry about what they say
Let a little gossip
Coming from a loose lip ruin a perfect day
Say, blah, blah, blah, just a jacking their jaws
Got a letta roll offa my back
I don't give a dern what other people think
What do ya think about that

Some people care about what other people think
Worry about what they say
Let a little gossip
Coming from a loose lip ruin a perfect day
Say, blah, blah, blah, just a jacking their jaws
Got a letta roll offa my back
I don't give a dern what other people think
What do ya think about that

Say, I don't give a damn what other people think
What do ya think about that
What do ya think about that

. . .



Here we are reunion night, class of 1985
Guess we've done alright since graduation day
I guess we did okay

Yeah, they tried to teach us all to be pillars of society
Hoping we'd outgrow our redneck ways
But I look around and nothing's really changed

We've been drinking too much wine
We've been having too much fun
We've been laughing loud all night
And woke up everyone

We been swapping lies and swatting flies
And showing our country class
And we both know better
It don't get redder than that

Bobby's preaching down in San Antone
Don't seem like all that long ago
Since he mooned us all from the football field
Yeah, I remember that

Johnny sold that old Trans Am, now he's in a Mini-Van
I can't believe how old that makes me feel
Hey, but I bet tonight we could get him
To make those tires squeal

We've been drinking too much wine
We've been having too much fun
We've been laughing loud all night
And woke up everyone

We been swapping lies and swatting flies
And showing our country class
And we both know better
It don't get redder than that

Angeline, the homecoming queen
Flew all the way from France
She's looking good in them painted on jeans
And, Lord, she sure can dance
Hey, T-Roy, this might be your chance

She's been drinking too much wine
She's been having too much fun
We been laughing loud all night
And woke up everyone

We been swapping lies and making eyes
And showing our country ass
And we both know better
It don't get redder than that
We both know better
It don't get no redder than that
Yee, haw
Whoo

Hey, T
Bathroom

. . .



It tore me up to sign them papers that set you free
Then seeing your boy toy strap my baby's in them car seats
Made me wanna knock the dust off that piecemaker
And go out with a bang
But I didn't

I can't believe you're calling me looking for advice
Guess Mr Head of the household ain't home again tonight
I won't say I told ya so, but I told you so
When you're wrong you're wrong this time

You wanted someone younger and you got him
You had a need to feed a hunger and you did
You let that fear of getting older overcome ya
And now it's like you're raising one more kid

You were right when you said he's everything I'm not
But did you really think he'd always be around
To rock that cradle that ya robbed
Girl, you can't expect a boy to do a man's job

Has that match made in heaven burned out and gone to hell
If he ain't working how's he paying for that pimped out Chevelle
Is that child support I worked for supporting his lazy ass as well

You wanted someone younger and you got him
You had a need to feed a hunger and you did
You let that fear of getting older overcome ya
And now it's like you're raising one more kid

You were right when you said he's everything I'm not
But did you really think he'd always be around
To rock that cradle that ya robbed
Girl, you can't expect a boy to do a man's job
Did you really think he'd always be around
To rock that cradle that ya robbed
Girl, you can't expect that boy to do a man's job

. . .



There's one thing that I've learned in this life
The only thing sweeter than the laughter of friends
Is the smile of a woman when you do a little something
To please her now and then

I like the nightlife but I don't wanna be
One of those slouched over in the corner guys
Looking for the game that don't come here no more
Sleeping alone at night

I look a little rough but I got faith
That I still can change

But I'm no angel
Just lucky that I found one
And I never wanna see her
Slowly flying outta sight
Now I'm not trying to preach it
But buddy I believe it
If you wanna keep an angel
You gotta learn to fly right

Oh, it goes without saying
That I've never been the kinda fella who'd walk away
Fom a good time bar fight
Late night party at a stranger's place

Thing is that a woman walked into my life shining
Maybe I'm just bathing in her light
Yeah, I know she deserves someone better than me
And I'm trying to be that guy
Truth is this is all new to me
I guess it outta be

But I'm no angel
Just lucky that I found one
And I never wanna see her
Slowly flying outta sight
Now I'm not trying to preach it
But buddy I believe it
If you wanna keep an angel
You gotta learn to fly right
If you wanna keep an angel
You gotta learn to fly
You gotta learn to fly right
Learn to fly right

. . .



Where I come from in Kentucky
There was an old grey headed man
The day I left he said, Sonny
Well, I know you got some big plans

Round here we all think you're something
But out there that doesn't mean nothing
There ain't no free ride in the fast lane
For every ounce of pleasure
There's a pound of pain
You better love it if you play this game
Cause there ain't no free ride in the fast lane

I made my way to the city
And met a long-legged beauty queen
I thought she'd always be with me
But she played me like a slot machine
Soon as I ran outta money
She said you're real cute but honey

There ain't no free ride in the fast lane
For every ounce of pleasure there's a pound of pain
You better love it if you play this game
Cause there ain't no free ride in the fast lane

Woke up in Dallas this morning with the mg flu again
Another party waiting in Houston
With 10,000 of our closest friends
Well, I ain't slowing down and I ain't gonna sleep
Man, cause I got a promise to keep
Keep baby

One thing in this life is certain
You're either dead or you're hurting
There ain't no free ride in the fast lane
For every ounce of pleasure there's a pound of pain
Hey, you better love it if you play this game
Cause there ain't no free ride in the fast lane

Jump in and hold on
Cause we ain't playing no games
Jump in sit down shut up and hold on
Kick them mules and let's get the hell outta here

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