Rodney Atkins Album

WELL WE GREW UP DOWN BY THE RAILROAD TRACKS
SHOOTIN’ B.B.’S AT OLD BEER CANS
CHOKIN’ ON THE SMOKE FROM A LUCKY STRIKE
SOMEONE LIFTED OFF OF HIS OLD MAN
WE WERE FOOTBALL FLUNKIES
ROCK AND ROLL JUNKIES
CRACKIN’ UP THE STEREOS
SINGIN’ LOUD AND PROUD TO GIMME THREE STEPS
AND THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL

WE GOT SOME DISCOUNT KNOWLEDGE AT THE JUNIOR COLLEGE
WHERE WE MAJORED IN BEER AND GIRLS
IT WAS ALL REAL FUNNY ‘TIL WE RAN OUT OF MONEY
AND THEY THREW US OUT INTO THE WORLD
YEAH THE KIDS THAT THOUGHT THEY’D RUN THIS TOWN
AIN’T RUNNIN' MUCH OF ANYTHING
WE’RE JUST LOVIN’ AND LAUGHIN’
AND BUSTIN’ OUR ASSES
AND WE CALL IT ALL LIVIN’ THE DREAM


CHORUS

THESE ARE MY PEOPLE
THIS IS WHERE I COME FROM
WE’RE GIVIN’ THIS LIFE EVERYTHING WE’VE GOT AND THEN SOME
IT AIN’T ALWAYS PRETTY
BUT IT’S REAL
THAT’S THE WAY WE WERE MADE
WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY
THESE ARE MY PEOPLE


WELL WE TAKE IT ALL WEEK ON THE CHIN WITH A GRIN
TILL WE MAKE IT TO A FRIDAY NIGHT
AND IT’S CHURCH LEAGUE SOFTBALL HOLLER ‘BOUT A BAD CALL
PREACHER BREAKIN’ UP THE FIGHT
THEN LATER ON AT THE GREEN LIGHT TAVERN
WELL EVERYBODY’S GATHERIN’ AS FRIENDS
AND THE BEER IS POURIN’ TILL MONDAY MORNIN’
WHERE WE START ALL OVER AGAIN


CHORUS

WE FALL DOWN AND WE GET UP
WE WALK PROUD AND WE TALK TOUGH
WE GOT HEART AND WE GOT NERVE
EVEN IF WE ARE A BIT DISTURBED

CHORUS

(Rodney Atkins)

Fried pickles, drunk chicken, craw fishing in the creek
Wild turkey, deer jerky tough as Tarzan's feet
Hot women skinny swimmin', barely belly button deep
Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea
Hayloft lovin' in the holler behind the house
No doubt about what I love about the south

Loretta lynn, maker's mark, that's Kentucky as can be
Jack Daniels, Dolly Parton, oh the hills of Tennessee
Finger pickin', bluegrass blowing in the wind around here
We believe the book of john and we drive John Deeres
The devil came to Georgia, Mr. Daniels showed him out
No doubt about it what I love about the south

Chorus

What I love about the south
If you need a Dixie Fix just come on down
That's what I love about the south
Southern bells with a drawl
Make you stop and drop your jaw
Come on ya'll shut your mouth
That's what I love about the south

Grew up down here and it's where I'll grow my kids
Old McDonald had a daughter, get her done got her did
Corn grows in rows on a cob but it flows from a jar
In a rocky top bar
A little fountain from the mountain
Even made the possum shout
That's what I love about the south

Repeat chorus

Written By: Rodney Atkins, Steve Dean, Brian White

Driving through town just my boy and me
With a happy meal in his booster seat
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy
Till his nuggets were gone
Green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my breaks and mumbled under my breath
As fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap
Well then my four year old said a four letter word
That started with "s" and I was concerned
So I said son now where did you learn to talk like that

Chorus one

He said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you

We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said lord please help me help my stupid self
Then this side of bedtime later that night
Turning on my son's scooby doo nightlight
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
And spoke to god like he was talking to a friend
And I said son where'd you learn to pray like that

Chorus two

He said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama's hand
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you

Bridge

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug
Said my little bear is growing up
He said but when I'm big I'll still know what to do

Chorus three

Cause I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
Then I'll be as strong as you and superman
We'll be just alike, hey won't we dad
When I can do everything you do
Cause I've been watching you

(Marla Cannon-Goodman/Casey Beathard)

The declaration of independence
Think I can tell you that first sentence
But then I'm lost
I can't begin to count the theories
I had pounded in my head that I forgot
I don't remember all that spanish
Or the gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forgot

Chorus:

Come on in boy, sit on down
And tell me 'bout yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl and her mama's world
She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it son
Now y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleaning this gun

Well now that I'm a father
I'm scared to death one day my daughter's gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
Who seems to have just one thing on his mind
She's growing up so fast it won't be long
'fore I'll have to put the fear of god
Into some kid at the door

(repeat chorus)

It's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get hurt
It's just a daddy thing, hey believe me man, it works

(repeat chorus)

Written by Rodney Atkins, Dave Berg, Annie Tate, Sam Tate

Old gray fence, tarchip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's barn leaning just a little

Miss Myra's store, smell the barbecue
Make you stop for gas when you don't need to
At least 20 miles to the nearest town
Hills and hollers all around
And that's me right there in the middle

Chorus

In the middle of what matters most
Father's son's and the holy ghost
Open hearts and unlocked doors
A way of life worth dying (fighting) for
If you wonderin' where I'll be
Take out a map of Tennessee
And you'll find me than right there in the middle

Rick of wood stacked by the porch
Black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys sayin' daddy's back
Next thing I know it's a wrestling match
And that's me yeah that's me

Repeat chorus

In middle of nowhere, no where I'd rather be
The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet
Surrounded by folks who love me

(Kent Agee / Michael Lunn)

I woke up the same way this morning
Like a stranger in my own life
Tired and confused with too much to do
Nothing left for my kids and my wife
Oh I clung to that first cup of coffee
Praying god, won't you show me what's real
Then out in the distance I saw through the window
A man on a tractor with a dog in a field

The dog walked just like it was smiling
The man drove like the world was all right
The tractor hummed on like a part of a song
That you sing to your children at night
His work was laid out there before him
In rows of green, his whole life was revealed
Oh what I wouldn't give if I could just live
Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

Chorus:

Let me do what I'm doing
Let me be where I am
Let me find peace of mind
On my own piece of land
When I'm lost, help me to let go
And find someway to feel
Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

There I was watching and wondering
My wife came down and sat beside me
She said. “it's not about living another man's life
It's about seeing your own differently
Oh this home that I love and my children
What more could one man hope to yield
Then she touched my face
And said, “there's more than one way
To be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

(repeat chorus)

Written by Rodney Atkins, Ted Hewitt, Danny Simpson

I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said “dave, don't you dare let me drive”
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I've gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back

Cause it's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There ain't enough bourbon behind this bar
And I ain't got that kinda time
So I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every time you kiss me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey

So here's to new beginnings and to the memories
And cheers to your mamma and daddy cause they were right about you and me
And here's to milsap on the jukebox and to your new friends you've found
And here's to our joint account, master card cause I'm buying the whole house a
round

Repeat chorus

It's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There aint enough bourbon behind this bar
And I aint got that kinda time
I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every single time you ever kissed me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
Drinking to forget about you
That's just wasted whiskey

Written by Rodney Atkins, Billy Kirsch

My friends say they're proud of me
For taking our breakup so casually
But they don't see what lies beneath my smile
It appears that I'm okay
And I moved on when you walked away
But the truth is since you said goodbye

Chorus

I'm invisibly shaken and quietly breakin'
Desperately takin' one breath at a time
Beneath this composure I know it's over
Baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken

If it looks like I don't care
It's not killing me seeing you here
And hearing you say you want to try us again
Believe me it ain't easy being this cool
But too many times girl I've been your fool
And I know I'd just end up here again

Chorus

Invisibly shaken and quietly breakin'
Desperately takin' one breath at a time
Beneath this composure I know it's over
But baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken

Baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken

She said, ?I?ve been up all night and half-scared to death
I can smell the liquor on your breath
I paid for your rehab with my Ira
Boy, your daddy be turnin' in his grave?

She said, ?Son I?ve done all that mama can do
I can save myself but I can't save you?
He said, ?I wished that you and Jesus would get off my back?
They said his truck was doing 90 when he crashed

I bet it gets so quiet in Heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an Angel's hands are tied

They said, ?Honey, grown-ups do this all the time?
And tears welled up in the little girls eyes
They said, ?Now it's something that you've done
It just that mommy and daddy don't get along?

She said, ?Do you guys mean that you need a time out?
And that daddy's gonna move to a different house?
They said, ?You'll have two bedrooms, you?re a lucky kid?
She said, ?But what about Checkers, where's he gonna live?

I bet it gets so quiet in Heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an Angel's hands are tied

She prays, 'Angels watch me through the night
Stay by my side till mornin' light
God bless mama, God bless daddy
Keep us together and happy?

I bet it gets so quiet in Heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an Angel's hands are tied

Well, you know those times when you feel like
There's a sign there on your back.
Says: "I don't mind if you kick me;
"Seems like everybody has."
Things go from bad to worse:
You think they can't get worse than that an' then they do.

You step off the straight an' narrow,
An' you don't know where you are.
Use the needle of your compass,
To sew up your broken heart.
Ask directions from a genie,
In a bottle of Jim Beam an' she lies to you.

Well, that's when you learn the truth:
If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Well, I've been deep down in that darkness,
I been down to my last match.
Felt a hundred different demons,
Breathin' fire down my back.
An' I knew that if I stumbled,
I'd fall right into the trap that they were layin', yeah.

But the good news is there's angels,
Everywhere out on the street.
Holdin' out a hand,
To pull you back up on your feet:
The one's that you been draggin' so long,
You're on your knees; you might as well be prayin'.

Guess what I'm sayin':
If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, if you're goin' through hell,
Keep on movin'.
Face that fire:
Walk right through it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.
Oooh.

Instrumental break.

If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, if you're goin' through hell,
Keep on movin'.
Face that fire:
Walk right through it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, you might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.
Yeah.
Ooh, ooh ooh.
Oh.

Well, I heard he needed some help on the farm
Somebody with a truck and two strong arms
Not scared of dirt and willing to work
'Til the sun goes down

So I pulled up and said, "I'm your man
I can start right now" and we shook hands
He said, "The fence needs fixin', the peaches need pickin'
And the cows need bringin' round"

I was haulin' hay, I was feedin' the hogs
And that summer sun had me sweatin' like a dog
So I cooled off in the creek and it was back to work
In that dad-gum heat

I was cussin' out loud, thinkin' 'bout quittin'
Lookin' back now, I'm sure glad I didn't
'Cause just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter
I caught a glimpse of the farmer's daughter

She was just gettin' home from Panama City
She was all tanned-up and my kind of pretty
When her eyes met mine I was thinkin' that
I sure love my job

As the days got shorter, our talks got longer
The kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger
So we'd hop in the truck and get all tangled up
Every chance we got

We were down by the river all night long
When the sun came up, I was sneakin' her home
And draggin' my butt to work
With the smell of her perfume on my shirt

I'd be on the tractor, she'd be on my mind
With that sun beatin' down on this back of mine
And just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter
I fell in love with the farmer's daughter

We got married last spring
Oh, and there ain't no better life for me

I'm still haulin' hay and feedin' the hogs
And that summer sun's got me sweatin' like a dog
So I cool off in the creek
And she brings me out a glass of sweet ice tea

Now I'm on the tractor, she's on my mind
And I can't wait 'til it's quittin' time
And just when I think it can't get no hotter
I come home to the farmer's daughter, yeah

The farmer's daughter
Hey, baby

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