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Zac Brown Band
Zac Brown Band


Background information
Origin Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.
Genre(s) Country
Southern Rock
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Associated acts Keith Stegall
The Lost Trailers
Website Website
Members
Coy Bowles
Zac Brown
Clay Cook
Jimmy De Martini
Chris Fryar
John Driskell Hopkins



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Zac Brown Band Album


The Foundation (11/18/2008)
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I got my toes in the water, ass in the
sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today. Life is good today.

Well, the plane touched down just about 3 o'clock
And the city's still on my mind
Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head
I was still in the baggage line
Concrete and cars are there own prison bars like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther.
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back again

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today. Life is good today.

Adios and vaya con dios
Yeah I'm leaving GA
And if it weren't for tequila and pretty senoritas
I'd have no reason to stay
Adios and vaya con dios
Yeah I'm leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play

Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night as the summer
drew to an end
They couldn't believe that I just couldn't leave
And I bid adieu to my friends
Because my bartender she's from the islands
Her body's been kissed by the sun
And coconut replaces the smell of the bar and I don't know if its her or the
rum

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today. Life is good today.

Adios and vaya con dios
A long way from the lake
Its where all the muchachas they call me "big poppa" when I throw pesos their
way
Adios and vaya con dios
A long way from GA
Someone do me a favor and pass me the Jaeger
And I'll grab my guitar and play

Adios and vaya con dios
Going home now to stay
The senoritas don't care-o when there's no dinero
You got no money to stay
Adios and vaya con dios
Going home now to stay

With my ass in a lawn chair
And toes in the clay
Not a worry in the world a PBR on the way
Life is good today. Life is good today

. . .


She's got eyes that cut you like a
knife and
lips that taste like sweet red wine
And pretty legs go to heaven every time
She got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
Got a devastating smile knock a grown man to his knees

She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I wanted to say to a woman
but couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
Because every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is

You know I've never been the type that would ever want to
stay
Bring 'em home at night and they're gone the next day
But that all changed when she walked into my life
People ask me what it is
I tell them I don't know
Just something about the woman makes my heart go haywire
She's gonna be my wife

She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I wanted to say to a woman
but couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
Because every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is

When she loves me
Girl that's how I feel
When she loves me I'm on top of the world
Because when she loves me I can live forever
When she loves me I am untouchable

She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I wanted to say to a woman
but couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
Because every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is

. . .


There's a place, where the boat leaves
from
It takes away all your big problems
You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean
But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from
Take one part sand, and one part sea, one part shade of a
big palm tree
The drinks they're cold and the ladies are hot
And I know this is the place for me

So get away to where the boat leaves from
It takes away all of your big problems
You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean
But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from

See the problem is that you're down there
And there's a perfectly good island somewhere
Where a ride that floats and don't grab your coats
You won't need them where we are going

So get away to where the boat leaves from
It takes away all of your big problems
You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean
But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from

Pick me up
Out on a boat that is huge
Pick me up
I don't know how to do
Pick me up

Put me down
Down on the sand where its cool
Put me down
When I fall off my stool
Put me down
I'll just sleep there til morning comes around

With sunshine and ladies and pina colodas
and Bob Marley songs that are playing
There's a sound in my ear that I want you to hear
Soft tropical lips that are saying

Get away to where the boat leaves from
It takes away all of your big problems
You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean
But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from

. . .


So we live in our old van
Travel all across this land
Me and you

We'll end up hand in hand
Somewhere down on the sand
Me and you

Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be

Drive until the city lights
Dissolve into a country sky
Me and you

Lay underneath the Georgia moon
Do all the things that lovers do
Just me and you

Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Ever be

No we don't have a lot of money
No we don't have a lot of money
No we don't have a lot of money
All we need is love

Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Ever be

So we live in our old van
Travel all across this land
Me and you

. . .


You know I like my chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that`s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it`s not much to talk about
But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground

And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

And it's funny how it`s the simple things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive, or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that give their lives, so we don`t have to sacrifice
All the things we love

Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

. . .


Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this
way?
I was dumb enough not to settle down when you wanted to
Now I'm sittin' here going crazy trying to crawl back to
you
Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way?

But I was smart enough to come to my senses
Be who you need me to be
And if you say that I'm too late
I'll curl up and die in misery
Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way

I remember our first kiss on the 4th of July
I'll never miss another one of those
I'll be by your side

If my foolish heart was wrong,
this truly was never meant to be
Well I only hope that he'll count his lucky stars
and love you as much as me

Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way (3x's)

. . .


She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make you wonder which way to go to
make a man change his mind.
She's a lawyer's queen and a truckers dream
in a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine

Cadillacs and caviar, well that ain't how she rolls
Implants and tummy tucks, she sure don't need those
She's a cool drink of water when the summers mean
Poured into those Levis jeans
She's country as the day is long.

She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make you wonder which way to go to
make a man change his mind.
She's a lawyer's queen and a truckers dream
in a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine

Tan and lean like a long neck bottle
In the passengers seat got her hand on the throttle
She'll get you there right on time
Lord, take you down to Tijuana
Make you wanna slap your momma
Gotcha all tore up
Made you spill your dip cup
A bona fide, a different kind of fine

She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make you wonder which way to go to
make a man change his mind.
She's a lawyer's queen and a truckers dream
in a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine

. . .


I ride east every other Friday
but if I had it my way
the day would not be wasted on this drive.
and I want so bad to hold you
son there’s things I haven’t told you
your mom and me couldn’t get along

so I drive, and I think about my life
and wonder why, that I’ll slowly die inside
every time I turn that truck around right at the Georgia line
and I count the days and the miles back home to you
on that highway 20 ride.

The day might come you’ll realize
That if you see thru my eyes
There was no other way to work it out
And a part of you might hate me
Son please don’t mistake me
For a man that didnt care at all

And drive, and I think about my life
And wonder why, that’ll slowly die inside
Every time i turn that truck around right at the Georgia line
And I count the days and the miles back home to you
On that highway 20 ride.

So when you drive, and the years go flying by
I hope you smile, if I ever cross your mind
It was the pleasure of my life
And I cherished everytime
And my whole world it begins and ends with you
on that highway 20 ride

Whoa 20 ride x 2
Highway 20 ride.
and I ride..
Whoa..

. . .


A man was bothering me today and I
wanted to tell him to go away
But I stood and listened to him anyway, okay.
He said he didn't want to shoot that man
And it was his thing and I wouldn't understand
And he had done all that he can, okay.

I guess his body was as good as mine
And just like me he was wasting time
Turning over every stone to see what he could find, okay.
He was filling tank and he asked for money
I lied and said I didn't have any
Then my conscious took over and I gave him a hand full of change.

Don't do a thing.
Stay right there.
You'll lie there.
You don't seem to care

I know its hard to survive in the city
When the beautiful days don't look so pretty
And you don't have windows to keep the night away, okay.
He was dirty and stink and just a bit crude
But I didn't say that because that's kind of rude
And he didn't care what I had to say in the first place, okay.

I wanted to say you're a big disgrace to the world,
yourself, and the human race
And reach back and pop him one good time in the face, okay.
No its not okay and I didn't do that
But I gave him a smile and tipped my hat and told him to have a very nice rest
of the day

Don't do a thing. Don't do a thing.
Stay right there.
You'll lie there. You'll lie there.
You don't seem to care.

Guess he bought some booze or shit

And sure that bothers me a little bit but it's his life and I can't tell him
how to live it

As he turned and started to go his way I tried to think of something wise to
say like...

Don't do a thing.
Stay right here.
You'll lie here.
You don't seem to care.
You'll die here.
You don't seem to care

. . .


Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early
morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust and blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same

Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in a ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood in my lips
A picture of you holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means
Jolene

Been so long since I seen your face
Or felt a part of this human race
I've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do

Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in a ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means

Jolene

. . .


Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He's a mean son' bitch
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

I heard this awful noise coming from the woods
I heard chicken screams
Know it ain't gonna be good

Well I think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry

Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79

In a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn't safe to keep around the house
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
And I was sitting at home making fig preserves
And I'd seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye
And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved

So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side

I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken
Get that chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time

. . .


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