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Country Is My Rock (2006)
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One, two, three, four

Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree
Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me
I just sit here where the breeze is soft
An' I play the tapes with the letters horn off
There ain't no better way to end a long hard week

Than some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck
Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood
Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
With screamin' guitars on top
'Cause country, I said, country is my rock

Everybody needs somethin' to keep them strong
Yeah, something they can feel down in their bones
For me there ain't no substitute
For three simple chords an' the God's honest truth
An' a steel guitar from the heart to take me home

Like some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck
Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood
Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
With screamin; guitars on top
'Cause country, I said, country is my rock
Yes, it is

Give me some Hagg, give me the possible
With screamin; guitars on top
'Cause country, I said, country is my rock
Yeah, country, I said, country is my rock

. . .



I still show up at five
Let everybody know I've arrived
I order up my usual bangles
I don't want no-one to thank
I'm not the guy they've come to learn to like
Somewhere around about eight
When it's up, wall to wall, in this place
I sneak into the bathroom stall
Lift the window, out I crawl
Better things to do than drink

Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk
'Fraid my friends are gonna talk
Tryin' hide it best as I can
Well, I don't want no-one to know
What I'm doin', where I go
Think I'm any less of a man
I know they'll really kill me
Try to pull me back if they only knew
I've been cheatin' on my honky-tonk
An' comin' home to you

First time I slipped away
I felt guilty 'bout all next day
So next night, just to throw 'em off
I got so drunk I had to fall
On my butt to save a little face
They still don't know I'm doin' wrong
But they been noticing how I've been gone
An' I'm running out of ways to lie
My poor ol' Momma's died three times
I think they're close to catchin' on

Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk
'Fraid my friends are gonna talk
Tryin' hide it best as I can
Well, I don't want no-one to know
What I'm doin', where I go
Think I'm any less of a man
I know they'll really kill me
Try to pull me back if they only knew
I've been cheatin' on my honky-tonk
An' comin' home to you

(Oh, wontcha stand on it son)

Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk
'Fraid my friends are gonna talk
Tryin' hide it best as I can
Well, I don't want no-one to know
What I'm doin', where I go
Think I'm any less of a man
I know they'll really kill me
Try to pull me back if they only knew
Yeah, I been cheatin' on my honky-tonk
An' comin' home to you

I know they'll really kill me
Try to pull me back if they only knew
I been cheatin' on my honky-tonk

. . .



The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam
And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke
Cut through the still smoulderin'
Second-hand night-before smoke
The whisky's half-empty
Half in me, my enemy an' my friend
Well, last night drowned my sorrows
But today is tomorrow again

When you fall for an angel like her
You're walkin' on clouds
When you're in love, you're so up
You forget to look down
The higher an' higher she took me
The further I fell
An' it's angels like her
That send guys like me straight to hell

There's a ring in her forehead
On the picture where the bottle sat last night
It might look like a halo
But I know it's a trick of the light
Oooh, that smile on her face
Has a way to fool any old fool
Yeah, she came straight from Heaven
But I know the devil did too

When you fall for an angel like her
You're walkin' on clouds
Yeah, when you're in love, you're so up
You forget to look down
An' the higher an' higher she took me
The further I fell
An' it's angels like her
That send guys like me straight to hell

Yeah, the higher an' higher she took me
The further I fell
An' it's angels like her

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You been jawin' at me from across the bar
Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car
What's your problem
I don't even know your name
You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide
If you're lookin' for trouble, son, step it outside
An' if you want me to play, I'll get in the game

An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing

Well, I didn't come here in the best of moods
An' you ain't helpin' matters with your attitude
Get yourself a whiskey, an' put it on my check
Well after that, if you still wanna go
We can stand face to face an' toe to toe
An' if your buddy wants a piece of me too
Tell him he's on deck

An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing

(Come on, boy)

I don't need this confrontation
Better rethink your situation
Ain't no minor thing to me
Welcome to the major league

Singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
Won'tcha do your thing
What's he say

. . .



Hey, Mr DJ, can I make a request
Somebody I love just up and left
An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone
An' she just might have her radio on
Yeah, I pray she has her radio on

Just in case she ain't that far from town
Play somethin' that'll turn her car around
An' send it out from a fool who's done her wrong
Hey, she just might have her radio on
Yeah, I pray she has her radio on

Play somethin' that'll get her thinkin' 'bout me
Let her know I'm really sorry
Somethin' that reaches out in the dark
Weighs on her mind, tugs at her heart

Well, I know you get this all the time
Broken hearts lightin' up all the lines
Beggin' you to play that special song
Hey, but she just might have her radio on
Yeah, I pray she has her radio on

So play her somethin' that'll get her thinkin' 'bout me
Let her know I'm really sorry
Somethin' that reaches out in the dark
Weighs on her mind an' tugs at her heart

I need to make a dedication
Before that late-night signal's faded
Before she drives away too far
An' parks that damned old car

Play her somethin' that'll get her thinkin' 'bout me
Let her know I'm really sorry
Somethin' that reaches out in the dark
Weighs on her mind an' tugs at her heart
Tears up her eyes, turns round the car

Hey, Mr DJ can I make a request

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Woke up face down in a cheap motel
Had a King James Bible, a musty smell
An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed
With a lipstick note sayin'
I hope he ain't dead
Call me later if you wanna party
Signed, Susan
I need to make a resolution

No more drinkin', no more sinnin'
No more kissin' bow-legged women
No more twos that look like tens
'Til the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in
This time I've made up my mind
I ain't gonna do that again
No, no, 'til the next time

Well, a man's just made of flesh an' blood
But that don't mean he gotta roll in the mud
Sometimes I do an' I get concerned
How weak I am, an' you think I'd learn
To put temptation behind me
Where that damned old whiskey can't ever find me

Yeah, no more drinkin', no more sinnin'
No more kissin' bow-legged women
No more two's that look like tens
'Til the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in
This time I've made up my mind
I ain't gonna do that again
No, no, 'til the next time

Oooh, no more drinkin', no more sinnin'
No more kissin' bow-legged women
No more twos that look like tens
'Til the drunk wears off, light sneaks in
This time I've made up my mind
I ain't gonna do that again
No, no, 'til the next time

This time I've made up my mind
I ain't gonna do that again
No, no, 'til the next time
Lord, till the next time
I'm gettin' ready for the next time

. . .



It was perfect timin'
Both of us findin' what we needed
Blind love was drivin'
An' we both went divin' off the deep end
But girl, now, lookin' back
Went way too far just a little too fast
An' that sure was fun
Oh, but now it's done

They say all good things must end, an' we did
But, baby, we sure had a real good time
It was like a never-endin' weekend
That we spent hopin' to find
Our place in the sun
Yeah, we sure had a good run

It was almost magic
Girl, we almost had it all, didn't we
It is what it was
An' nothin' less just 'cause it couldn't be
Had the love of a lifetime in no time at all
Fell in in the winter, fell out in the Fall
Oh, but that's okay
Girl, it was great

They say all good things must end, an' we did
But, baby, we sure had a real good time
It was like a never-endin' weekend
That we spent hopin' to find
Our place in the sun
Yeah, we sure had a good run
That was a good run
Sure was a good run
That was a good run

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Oh, yeah

Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation
In your inability to handle your libation
Go zero to sixty
When you get on the whiskey

Well, used to be a glass of wine
And you'd be fine all evenin'
Now I'm the one who says we're done
And tells us when we're leavin'
Well, I miss the way that it was
Can't even catch the good buzz

'Cause I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home
Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone
Who'll pay the bill, call a cab
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with a woman, baby
Who gets drunker than me

Well, I never thought it'd come to this
When I said, have another
'Cause, baby, you turned into me
And I became my mother
Well, here's what I'm thinkin'
You're interferin' with my drinkin'

I think I have an answer to our present situation
'Cause you an' me out on the town's
Got built in limitations
So let me make this clear
Hey, I'm the one who's drinkin' here

'Cause I ain't worryin' about who's drivin' home
Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone
Who'll pay the bill, call a cab
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with a woman, baby
Who gets drunker than me

I ain't tryin' to ruin your good time
But I damn sure ain't lettin' yours ruin mine

You ain't gonna ruin my good time, baby

I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home
Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone
Who'll pay the bill, call a cab
I don't mean to make you mad
But I don't want that responsibility
And I can't be with a woman, baby
Who gets drunker than me
No, I can't be with a woman, baby

. . .



I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought
Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down
It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink
But it's the only thing that I can think of now
Got her down to the top of the sticker
I wish this stuff would kick in a little quicker

I can still see us on that tiltawhirl, spinnin'
Cotton-candy and then when she had mustard on her chin
From that corn-dog that slipped right off of the stick
And that top of the Ferriss wheel kiss
I ain't forgot about that yet
But I still have some whiskey left

Sure thought I'd be able, once I reached the middle of the label
That some of those memories would somehow wash away
Now I'm pushin' toward the bottom, an' thoughts of her, yeah, I still got 'em
Those shots, I've shot 'em, but they ain't killed yesterday
Just a little below the sticker
Yeah, I must've got a bad batch of liquor

I can still see her standin' there on that sidewalk
Yellin' out for the taxi that would take her away
From the arms of the one that still loves her
With all of his heart.
I ain't forgot about that yet,
But I still have some whiskey left

I just tipped it up an' took the last sip from the cup
Threw that bottle on the ground an' started to cry
I know that I've had plenty an' now there just ain't any

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She packed that party act
Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks
Two quarts of oil, her calico cat
Man, I never seen a woman get so mad
She caught me by surprise
When goodbye rang into the night like a steel wind chime
Caught in a storm that was gettin' worse
An' she just grabbed purse
I can't believe she said it first

'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway
I had my car all gassed up
Everything was all in place
I let her have her glory, then her faith
My heart will break an' that's okay
I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway

I watched her tail lights disappear
Grabbed a beer, chucked it down so my eyes could clear
An' fear appeared
An' suddenly silence was the only thing my heart could hear
An' this room is a tomb with empty walls, a broken broom
With marks of leavin' on the floor
Made by her shoes
Like she knew what I was gonna do
Still, I can't believe she left so soon

'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway
I had my car all gassed up
Everything was all in place
I let her have her glory, then her faith
My heart will break an' that's okay
I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway

I bet she's somewhere between
Alberquerque, Amarillo
Even at our favorite cafe
I wish I had the guts to call
Just so she could hear me say

'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway
I had my car all gassed up
Everything was all in place
I let her have her glory, then her faith
My heart will break an' that's okay
I was gonna leave tomorrow
I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway, yeah

. . .



Daddy's been a back-row Baptist
With his share of front-row sin
His Saturday night still on his breathe
Every Sunday when he'd walk in
He's never led the Benediction
He's never sang in the choir
But he's an angel with no halo
An' one wing in the fire

Mamma lives by the Bible
The Bible lives by the bed
An' she's lied alone so many nights
With scriptures in her head.
Prayin', Good Lord, just be with him
I know his Faith is tired
But he's an angel with no halo
An' one wing in the fire

An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right
An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times
But I'd trade a thousand prayers
If just one prayer would come true
Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you

Daddy's always been there for me
From T-Ball to touchdowns
Fixed my car an' fixed my heart
When they've been broken down
I know he calls for more forgiveness
Than most folks do require
But he's an angel with no halo
An' one wing in the fire

An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right
An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times
But I'd trade a thousand prayers
If just one prayer would come true
Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you

Well, I just can't imagine
What Heaven might be like
If me an' Mamma make it
Without Daddy by our side
Lord, could you please remember
When it's time to call us higher
That he's an angel with no halo
An' one wing in the fire

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