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1. _ When I Get It
Hello, who's askin'?
A bill collector? Well he ain't here
Ah hell, I guess you got me
Well, mister let me make this perfectly clear
When I get it you'll get it
Times are tough get in line and wait
When I get it you'll get it
And that's all you're gettin' today
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
My ex wife's at the door a knockin'
Lord that woman won't leave me alone
Same question, where's my money
Well, honey you can't get blood from a stone
When I get it you'll get it
Times are tough get in line and wait
When I get it you'll get it
And that's all you're gettin' today, yeah
Yeah, I tried to collect
On a fifty dollar bet
My buddy just looked at me
And shook his head, and you know what he said
When I get it you'll get it
You better back it on up, and get off my case
When I get it you'll get it
And that's all you're gettin' today, yeah
When I get it you'll get it
Times are tough get in line and wait
When I get it you'll get it
And that's all you're gettin' today
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na, yeah
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na, yeah
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2. _ All Night To Get There
Got a bottle of tequila and a front row seat
Just you, the Milky Way, and me
Got nowhere to go
And all night to get there
Got some Skynyrd and Strait on a burned CD
A blanket on the ground underneath the trees
And nowhere to go
And all night to get there
So, slow down, baby, let's see if we can make it last
Nights like these go by so fast
So, lay your head on my shoulder and put your hand in mine
Show me you love me and take your time
Got nowhere to go
And all night to get there
There's a little bar rockin' 'cross the lake
But with that look in your eyes you couldn't drag me away
Got nowhere to go
And all night to get there
So, slow down, baby, let's see if we can make it last
Nights like these go by so fast
So, lay your head on my shoulder and put your hand in mine
Show me you love me and take your time
We got nowhere to go
And all night to get there
All night to get there
Got a bottle of tequila and a front row seat
Just you, the Milky Way, and me
Got nowhere to go
And all night to get there
All night to get there
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3. _ Family Man
I've been working as a temp
At the local factory
I hope they hire me on full time
I've got shoes to buy
And a mouth to feed.
I drive a buy here, pay here truck
It ain't new, but it is to me
It ain't much but it fires right up
And get me from A to B
What puts the dirt underneath my nails
What keeps the calluses on my hands
Family man
They're a world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone that gives me strength to stand
They are a fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man
There's dirty shirts to wash
Dishes in the sink to do
And there's how many times
Does 17 go into 52
There's bedtime prayers to pray
Sleep tights and I love you's
And then there's a pair of eyes
I get to lose myself into
What keeps me keepin' the faith
What makes me believe I can
Family man
They're a world my world revolves around
My sacred piece of solid ground
The flesh and bone that gives me strength to stand
They are a fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man
There's a fire in my drivin' on
The drive behind my comin' home
The livin', breathin', reason that I am
A family man
A family man
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4. _ Makes You Wanna Sang
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5. _ That Going Away Look (About Her)
There's a certain kind of certain
Purpose in the way that she walks
Don't have to say nothing at all
I've seen it before
When the sun starts settin'
I'm bettin' she'll be on a plane
Raisin' a glass of champagne
To a distant shore
She's got that ain't gonna stay look
That leaving today look
That going away look about her
She's got that my mind is made up
I ain't gonna change it
Guess he'll have to live without her
She's got that maybe LA or Montego Bay
That going away look about her
I bet ya there's somebody
Probably leavin' on a light
Thinking later on tonight
She'll come on home
But come tomorrow mornin'
He'll pour more coffee in his cup
The neighbors will all be up
And she'll still be gone
She's got that ain't gonna stay look
That leaving today look
That going away look about her
She's got that my mind is made up
I ain't gonna change it
Guess he'll have to live without her
She's got that maybe LA or Montego Bay
That going away look about her
She's got that ain't gonna stay look
That leaving today look
That going away look about her
She's got that my mind is made up
I ain't gonna change it
Guess I'll have to live without her
She's got that maybe LA or Montego Bay
That going away look about her
She's got that doing okay
But I'm leaving today
That going away look about her
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6. _ You Probably Ain't
I was setting up for a gig
In this little country bar
This old boy in the corner watched me
Tune up my guitar
He said, "What kinda music do you play hoss?
I play some myself"
He said, "I sure hope it's country
These days it's hard for me to tell"
You can talk to me about tractors
Cowboy boots and pickup trucks
Ol' cane poles and dirt roads
And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cup
You can tell me about your Grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
If you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain't
He said, Country is a way of life
That's almost gone
It's more than the clothes you wear
Or how you sing a song
It's about being honest
And working hard
Looking someone in the eye
Being who you say you are
You can talk to me about tractors
Cowboy boots and pickup trucks
Ol' cane poles and dirt roads
And spittin' Skoal in a Dixie cup
You can tell me all about your Grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
If you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain't
You can tell me all about your Grandpa
And how he turned you onto Hank
But if you gotta tell me how country you are
You probably ain't
If you gotta tell me how country you are
You know what, you probably ain't hoss
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7. _ My Little Cowboy
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8. _ That's Music To Me
Crickets singin' in the evening hours
Daddy on guitar pickin' Wildwood Flower
Old record player spinnin' LP's
Yeah, that's music to me
Reel screamin' large mouth on the line
Georgia breeze whistlin' through the pines
Mama hollerin' y'all let's eat
Yeah, that's music to me
Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir now that's music to me
High school football when the home team scores
Little bare feet on a hardwood floor
Hearin' her whisper the kids are asleep
Now that's music to me
Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
Saturday nights full of Haggard and Whitley
A Sunday morning choir now that's music to me
Soaked in the whiskey and washed in the blood
That's who I am and what I love
A ho down fiddle a little off key
Old hound dog a-howlin, yeah, that's music to me
Yeah, that's music to me
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9. _ I Bought It
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10. _ Fish
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11. _ Chillaxin'
I ain't had a day off in I don't know when
Thought I might go fishin', then I thought again
Hell I don't even want to have to reel one in
So I pulled my old truck down here in the shade
Spread my jacket out on the tailgate
I've been lying here just drifting away
Chillaxin' with my boot heals kicked up
Cat nappin' between beers and dips of snuff
It's a hell of a way to waste a whole day
No worries, no distractions
Layed on back beneath this ol' straw hat
Chillaxin'
Right now I feel like that old groundhog
Chewin' on a blade of grass underneath that log
Lettin' the world go by without a care at all
Chillaxin' with my boot heals kicked up
Cat nappin' between beers and dips of snuff
It's a hell of a way to waste a whole day
No worries, no distractions
Layed on back beneath this ol' straw hat
Chillaxin'
If this cooler full of Bud lasts the whole weekend
I'll be right here tomorrow to do it all again
Chillaxin'
Cat nappin'
It's a hell of a way to waste a whole day
No worries, no distractions
Layed on back beneath this ol' straw hat
Chillaxin'
Yeah it's a hell of a way to waste a whole day
No worries, no distractions
Layed on back beneath this ol' straw hat
Chillaxin'
Yeah chillaxin'
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