Give Me Healing lyrics - Corey Smith

Morning sun so bright, I put shades on my eyes,
hide my face from the spotlight.
I walk the streets with this pack on my back
full of books and the poetry I write.
Life’s a metaphorical battlefield.
This pen is my sword, this book is my shield
and I gain ground, on a bench in the park or a café downtown.
But each night when the shades come off,
I look back on the lines I’ve crossed and I hang my head.
I’m getting better but I ain’t there yet.

Still busting up this brick on my shoulders.
All my troubles set in stone make it hard to carry on.
But I’ve got praying hands hanging over,
the pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day
and they give me healing. They give me healing.

Wheels turn and seasons roll, across the highs and lows -
July hot, January cold -
and I pack heavy, 'cause I got to be ready for
whatever weather the wind may blow.
I’ve learned a lot from the road behind,
the bridges I’ve crossed, the mountains I’ve climbed, the interstate signs,
leading me through each stage in the back of my mind.
But each night when the curtain falls,
I take account of the highway’s cost and I hang my head.
I’m getting closer but I ain’t there yet.

I'm still busting up this brick on my shoulders,
all my troubles set in stone. Sometimes it’s hard to carry on,
but I’ve got praying hands hanging over,
the pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day
and they give me healing.

And I won’t lay my hammer down until they lay me in the ground.
And I’ll keep singing like it’s Sunday morning,
lightening my load until these wheels run out of road.

I’ll be busting up this brick on my shoulders.
Hammer falls and I see stars. I still wonder what they are.
I’ve got praying hands hanging over,
the pillow where I lay my broken head at the end of the day
and they give me healing. They give me healing.

Moving Pictures lyrics - Corey Smith

I looked at your photograph album,
clicked through your Facebook page.
I hoped I might find at least one of me and you,
back in our puppy love days.
You probably filed 'em in your trash can.
Hell, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.
I was young and dumb, not worth the kisses that you gave me.
I was probably easy to forget.

But all our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver-screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You’re still the leading role in my head full of moving pictures.
Moving pictures.

No, your face hasn’t faded,
like all the other girls' have,
and every time I swear I’m getting on with my life,
a thought of you'll stab me in the back.
Then it's high definition,
full-color in a flash:
the emerald in your eyes against the champagne of the sunset
on the hood of that blue Chevy that I had.

And all our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You’re still the leading role in my head full of moving...

pictures of you falling onto my chest,
whispering my name under your breath,
the promise on your finger that I couldn’t keep,
and the hurt in your eyes rolling onto your cheeks,
when you threw it back at me.

All our used-to-be's, all our once-upon-a-time’s,
play on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You’re still the leading role in my head full of moving pictures.
Moving pictures.

I looked at your photograph album,
clicked through your Facebook page.
I noticed you were single,
couldn’t help but wonder if, I might get another chance with you someday.

Listen For The Train lyrics - Corey Smith

Me and my brother used to walk along this railroad track.
We’d get fries and Coca-Cola from the old Snack Shack.
Dad would reach into his wallet for a few dollar bills,
and say, “Y’all better watch for traffic by the cotton mill.
And please, boys, listen for the train.”

Oh my, how the years have gone by.
Youth is just a blink of an eye.
Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed
and it’s crazy which things are the same.
I still listen for the train. Listen for the train.

I used to cruise around the square in an old Chevrolet.
I drove that baby-blue Beretta like a Z28.
Daddy threw me the keys my seventeenth birthday,
and said, "A good father will giveth and he’ll taketh away.
Have fun, son, but listen for the train. Please."

My how the years have gone by.
Youth is just a blink of an eye.
Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed
and it’s crazy which things are the same.
I still listen for the train. Listen for the train.

I was eighteen when the mill closed up and the railroad slowed down.
Now there’s fast food with a strip mall and a Wal-Mart on the bypass around the town.
Oh and now I get a little teary-eyed when I drive my kids to school.
I sit and wait for a train to go by, and they say, “Daddy what’s the matter with you?”

My how the years have gone by.
Youth is just a blink of an eye.
Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed
and it’s crazy which things are the same.
Oh, it’s crazy which things are the same.
I said, "It’s crazy which things are the same.
Boys, listen for the train. Listen for the train.

Me and my brother used to walk along this railroad track."

There Goes The Neighborhood lyrics - Corey Smith

I had a place on a dirt road’s end,
back in the woods near the Broad River bend.
I had a double-wide, back side of the family farm.
Kinfolks lived on every side.
We all got a lot when Granddaddy died.
When he left this earth, he left this earth behind.
'Til a man came around, he was looking to buy,
said he’d make us rich in the blink of an eye,
so we scratched our heads and said, "How much are we talking about?"

There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood. Oh, there she blows.
There goes the neighborhood.

Now my driveway’s where the blacktop ends,
back in the middle of a cul-de-sac bend.
I got a fairway view down to the fourteenth hole.
The dues are expensive but the club is cool.
We got a zero entry swimming pool,
we got a guard at the gate and one hell of an HOA. Yeah.

There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood. Oh, there she blows.
There goes the neighborhood.

Now I get a letter if my grass turns brown,
if my shrubs are too tall, if a limb falls down.
I get a letter if my dog runs out of the yard.
Can’t park my boat in the driveway now
without somebody ‘round here having a cow.
I should’ve read a little closer before I put my name on the line.

I’m hitting the road in a U-Haul truck.
Ain’t it funny how stuff gets all messed up?
This used to be the country, but the country’s all a suburb now
and I’m outta here!

There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood. Oh, there she blows.
There goes the neighborhood.

Flying High lyrics - Corey Smith

I’m flying high, but I’m feeling low.
I’m in my prime, but I’m feeling old.
I’m on my way, but I’m far behind.
Oh, life’s been good, but it ain’t been kind.

If you believe the heart won’t lie,
you’re bound to love and you’re bound to cry.

The truth be told, we can’t go back.
We don’t know freedom until we fall off track.
We’re on our way, but we’re far behind.
Life’s been good, but it ain’t been kind.

Carry me home. There’s no time to spare.
The ones I love most are waiting on me there.

Oh, I’m on my way, but I’m far behind.
Life’s been good, but it ain’t been kind.
Oh, life’s been good, but it ain’t been kind.

Throwbacks lyrics - Corey Smith

We were sitting 'round a fire, just me and my two boys.
I was shuffling through some classics I thought they might enjoy,
The ones I cut my teeth on, circa 1994,
when life was but a song and I was still figuring out the chords:
"Here’s a Quarter", "Chattahoochee", "Killin’ Time" and "Rodeo".
I said, "This was how our country sounded, about 20 years ago.

But there ain’t much old school in the new wave.
There ain’t much back then around these days.
Nothing suits me like the old hats
and nothing moves me like the throwbacks.
The throwbacks."

I said "Those true and friendly voices, those familiar words,
hit my heart and make it fonder of back then and how things were,
when the outskirts of Atlanta seemed another world away
and the neighborhood we’re living in was just a field of hay,
before the country turned to suburb and slow went out of style.
Boys, when I was growing up here we had gravel roads for miles.

But there ain’t much old school in the new wave.
There ain’t much back then around these days.
Nothing suits me like the old hats
and nothing moves me like the throwbacks.
The throwbacks."

Now my kids know the words to the songs I loved back then.
Lord, I pray they’ll keep on playing ‘em over and over and over,
over and over again.

We need some old school in the new wave.
We need some back then, now and always.
Oh it might sound a little old hat,
but I say, "Long live the throwbacks.
The throwbacks."

Table For One lyrics - Corey Smith

I hit Little Rock this morning. I woke up and I was feeling gray.
I took a long walk by the Arkansas River, started wishing I could float away.
I thought of all the ones I’m missing. Oh, I wondered if they’re missing me.
I’m sure they're doing alright but I could use a little company.

Give me a table for one, and a bottle of wine.
I might look kinda sad and lonely but I’m doing fine.
I’m with my best friend, just carrying on.
Don’t worry about me, I’ve got no problem drinking alone.

Look at me, I’m flying solo - so low, I'll take your cheap chardonnay.
I don’t drink liquor until the sun goes down, unless I’m taking holiday.
Right now I’m still making a living, I’m trying to manage it the best I can.
Oh, home is any hole-in-the-wall when you’re a traveling man.

Give me a table for one, and a bottle of wine.
I might look kinda sad and lonely but I’m doing fine.
I’m with my best friend, just carrying on.
Don’t worry about me, I got no problem drinking alone.

One road leads to another, but they never seem to lead me home.
I got a good woman waiting north of Atlanta, tired of keeping house on her own.
Two more shows and I’m finished. Yeah I’m flying out of Baton Rouge.
Until they scan my ticket, I’ll be drinking away my blues.

Give me a table for one, and a bottle of wine.
I might look kinda sad and lonely but I’m doing fine.
I’m with my best friend, just carrying on.
Don’t worry about me, I got no problem drinking alone.
Don’t worry about me, I got no problem drinking alone.

Georgia Pouring lyrics - Corey Smith

I received my education, according to the plan,
in a valley full of echoes, in the footsteps of the band.
Along a field of battle, I came to understand,
why so many fought and died here, in the heart of Dixieland.

And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
but it’s only Georgia pouring out of me.

I salute the colors, loudly I sing the hymn,
and solemnly I bow my head, to honor fallen men.
And when the crowd falls silent, I can hear it loud and clear,
both tragedy and triumph, at once ringing in my ears.

And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
but it’s only Georgia pouring out of me

Home is nothing we can choose. It’s only something we can lose.

Now I march across the mountains, a world away from home.
Though I’d rather be in Athens, all roads lead me to roam.
For the holy war I’m waging, while the lights are going down,
I lift my voice to heaven, so the world will know the sound.

And I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed,
but it’s only Georgia pouring, my home in Georgia pouring.
It’s only Georgia pouring out of me.

Tragedy lyrics - Corey Smith

More talk of revolution and you’re nodding off,
head upon your desk until the teacher coughs.
What are you here for? Oh, what are you here for?
Digging through the garbage, pulling out yesterday’s news,
one war after the other, hell, you get ‘em all confused.
They go on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on.

We don’t need another tragedy. We don’t need another tragedy -
hands on the heart, eyes on the flag, war on my mind.

What happens when our schooling only makes us dumb
and the suffering of a neighbor only makes us numb?
What are we here for? Oh, what are we here for,
when power uses freedom like a shiny limousine,
pulling words out of the Bible to hide an evil scheme?
It goes on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on.

But we don’t need another tragedy. We don’t need another tragedy.
A cross in the ground is hell on the heart and war on the mind.
If you wanna stop the enemy, find whoever’s writing history,
tell ‘em we don’t need another, we don’t need another tragedy.

We don’t wave a white flag, but no flag at all,
standing on the ramparts of the prison walls.
What are we here for? Oh, what are we here for?
Oh, freedom’s like a river and the current’s flowing strong,
and I’m caught up in the movement like a choir in a song,
singing on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on.

"We don’t need another tragedy. We don’t need another tragedy.
Brother, we don’t need another, we don’t need another tragedy.
If you wanna stop the enemy, find whoever’s writing history,
tell ‘em we don’t need another, we don’t need another tragedy"

Love Says It All lyrics - Corey Smith

I’ll be the sunshine yellow burning if you’ll be the moon.
I’ll be the barbed wire of a rosebush if you’ll be the bloom.
I’ll be a rain dance on a flood plain if you’ll be the clouds.
I’ll be the deep roots of a redwood if you’ll be the boughs.
I’ll be thin air in the blue sky if you’ll be the birds.
I’ll be the pages of the prayer book if you’ll be the words.

Love says it all. Love says it all.
The tongue often slips when the heart hits the lips,
but love says it all.

I’ll be a wildfire in the dry grass if you’ll be the spark.
I’ll be the warm glow of a nightlight if you’ll be the dark.
Or I’ll be a slow flame on a candle if you’ll be the wax.
I’ll be the red wine on the table if you’ll be the glass.

Love says it all. Love says it all.
The seasons turn, fools never learn,
but love says it all.

I’ll be the snowfall if you’ll be the cold.
I’ll be the shepherd if you’ll be the fold.
Oh, I’ll be the white sands if you’ll be the sea.
I’ll be a forest if you’ll be the trees.

I’ll be a full seed in the garden if you’ll be the soil.
I’ll be a victor in the great war if you’ll be the spoils.
I’ll be a grand hall in a museum if you’ll be the art,
and I’ll be damned if anything should keep us apart.

Love says it all. Love says it all.
It’s perfectly clear, it’s the reason we’re here.
Love says it all.

The Encore (I'll Try) lyrics - Corey Smith

The lights are overheating, the curtains won’t go down,
the roller-coaster's busted and I’m ready for the ground
'til I hear you - "Don’t be like that."
My fingertips are bleeding, I’m dead on my feet,
I don’t feel like singing, I just want to go to sleep
'til I hear you - "Don’t be like that."

My voice is a kettle going dry,
but I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try.

The television’s broken, the night’s a quiet storm,
the drama keeps unfolding, Oh, how poorly I’ve performed
'til I hear you - "Don’t be like that."
I’m stuck inside this room, like I’m stuck inside myself,
the guitar in the closet like a Bible on a shelf
'til I hear you - "Don’t be like that."

My song is a kettle going dry,
but I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try.

When my head is turning, when my eyes betray,
when I’m stealing beauty and it’s hard to look away,
I’ll hear you - "Don’t be like that."
When my fuse is burning, when I’m seeing red,
when I’m cussing like a dog, when the devil’s in my head
I’ll hear you - "Don’t be like that."

When my heart’s a kettle going dry,
I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try.
I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try.

"The Broken Record" (2011)

• If I Could Do It Again lyrics - Corey Smith
• Carolina lyrics - Corey Smith
• I Love Everyone lyrics - Corey Smith
• No Way (Out With A Smile) lyrics - Corey Smith
• Heart Attack lyrics - Corey Smith
• Broken Record lyrics - Corey Smith
• Maybe Next Year lyrics - Corey Smith
• Backroad lyrics - Corey Smith
• Roots lyrics - Corey Smith
• New Day lyrics - Corey Smith
• Sugar Daddy lyrics - Corey Smith
• Twenty-One lyrics - Corey Smith
• Something To Lose lyrics - Corey Smith
• Down To Earth lyrics - Corey Smith
• Silly lyrics - Corey Smith

I Love Everyone lyrics - Corey Smith

You could say I’m just a good ‘ol boy
Dipped in the batter, country fried
Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge,
A staunch defender of the right side.
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag,
Under the shadow of the cross,
Down where the colors never mixed too well,
Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost.
But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun,
I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone.

[Chorus:]
I love black people. I love brown people.
I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too,
Yes, I love everyone.
I love gay people, I’m not afraid people,
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.

My roots are buried in the georgia clay,
They keep me well-grounded and strong
This little town off of the interstate
Is the only place I’ll ever call home.
But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line,
Flew across the ocean too.
And I’ve seen god’s children everywhere I’ve been
And they love to laugh as much as we do.
I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall.
I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall.

[Chorus]

It ain’t the corn bread or the collered greens
The sweet tea or the bar-b-que
The country music on your radio, it ain’t the gospel in the pew
It ain’t the boots, it ain’t the old blue jeans,
The trucks, the tractors that we drive,
It ain’t the guns, it ain’t the fishing poles, it ain’t the slower pace of life.
It’s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are.

[Chorus]

I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.

No Way (Out With A Smile) lyrics - Corey Smith

The glass half empty
Ain’t good enough for me
When its brown liqueur over ice
You can save your breath
Because I’ve reasoned to dispute words to the wise
Oh

No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all from nothin’ I’m afraid
You want to change my mind theres no way

A box of candy, chocolate covered caramels
Sweet sugar tastes like happiness
My teeth are rotten and my bellies gettin round
but I can’t resist, oh no no

No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all for nothing I’m afraid
You want to change my mind but theres, No way

Dress me in the shade of grey
And pay the one who digs my grave
This fat man is goin’ out with a smile, yeah yeah

Throw me the Bible, we’ll go on like this for days
Yeah I can use the scripture too
I can’t be certain of exactly what it means
But neither can you, oh no no

No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
I’m only a jester, you’re the sage
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
But there’s no way

Heart Attack lyrics - Corey Smith

I drove to Galilee this morning.
White-knuckled in the pew,
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
I shook his hand when he was through,
Though we marvel at the Maker through different colored window panes.

We love the same red letters,
both take the bread and wine.
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
Mine's hidden in between the lines.
He sees a narrow path to Heaven. I see a river deep and wide.

There's east-west. It's anybody's guess
who's damned, who's blessed,
or more wicked than the rest.
Oh, the answers are a heart attack away.

I flew over Bethlehem this morning,
heavy heart upon the ground.
Jesus came to feed the hungry,
still people are starving all around.
Seems we never love a neighbor who we don't see eye-to-eye.

I keep looking up to Heaven,
afraid to fight the fire below,
singing "Glory, Hallelujah!"
while the hell around us grows,
always crying for a savior instead of being one myself.

There's north-south, with and there's without.
There's rich. There's poor.
One's peace, another's war.
So happiness remains a heart attack away.

The only truth I know anymore, the only truth I know,
the only truth I know anymore is there's no truth at all.

There's east, west. It's anybody's guess.
There's north and there's south. There's with and there's without.
Cross your chest, it's all a heart attack away. Hey, hey I
t's all a heart attack away.
Oh, it's all a heart attack.