Still In The Running lyrics - Corey Smith
I've been here before, I know the scenery well
Through the dust is the ass-end of everyone else
I flew out of the gate like a rocket
Looked like I had a win in my pocket
Hit the dirt, now I'm laying here hurtin' like hell
Telling myself...
It set me back, but I'm still in the runnin'
Still in the runnin', sure ain't the worst place to be
I fell off track, but my engine's still hummin'
There's a better day comin'. Yes, I'm still in the runnin'
I've been here before, sleeping out on the couch
Wasn't blessed with a talent for shuttin' my mouth
Think I'll wake up and make her some breakfast
Go to Jared and buy her that necklace
Try to clean up the mess that I made of tonight
Oh my...
It set me back, but I'm still in the runnin'
Still in the runnin', sure ain't the worst place to be
I fell off track, but my engine's still hummin'
There's a better day comin'. Yes, I'm still in the runnin'
I've been here before, know the scenery well
Staring up at a Bible been stuck on a shelf
Picking my sorry ass of the carpet
Putting my wandering eyes on the target
Getting back on my feet means hitting my knees
I believe...
It set me back, but I'm still in the runnin'
Still in the runnin', sure ain't the worst place to be
I fell off track, but my engine's still hummin', boy
There's a better day comin'. Yeah, I'm still in the runnin'
A better day comin'. Yes, I'm still in the runnin'
Learning To Drive lyrics - Corey Smith
I got my Chevrolet keys
The first week of June
It was my daddy's ol' truck
But I had it looking like new
I went straight to her house
Took her out for a spin
I kept my hands to myself
'Cause we were still just friends
Back then, we swore
We'd never be more... but
Two hands on the wheel
Turned into one on her knee
Takin' it slow
Turned into picking up speed
Keeping my eyes on the road
Turned into looking in hers
Riding the brakes
Turned into hugging them curves
Yeah, that summer flew by
Learning to drive
Learning to drive
That July was hot
And my AC didn't work
Kept the windows rolled down
And that was fine by her
She'd turn the radio loud
Let her blonde hair fly
Lift her sunglasses up
Show the green in her eyes
As she'd sing every line
To "Strawberry Wine"
And two hands on the wheel
Turned into one on her knee
Takin' it slow
Turned into picking up speed
Keeping my eyes on the road
Turned into looking in hers
Riding the brakes
Turned into hugging them curves
Yeah, that summer flew by
Learning to drive
Learning to drive
August was a flash
My foot stayed heavy on the gas
I hung her necklace on the mirror
Put her picture on the dash
I told her I loved her
But she never said it back
Thought we'd last forever
But that summer's all we had
Too fast, too far
Wound up wrecking' my heart
Two hands on the wheel
Turned into one on her knee
Takin' it slow
Turned into picking up speed
Keeping my eyes on the road
Turned into looking in hers
Riding the brakes
Turned into hugging them curves
Yeah, that summer flew by
Left me with tears in my eyes
Kissed my innocence goodbye
Learning to drive
Learning to drive
Learning to drive
That summer flew by
Weed And Whiskey lyrics - Corey Smith
Goin' straight, gettin' tipsy
Winding' up and lettin' go
I've got a powerful inclination
For raisin' hell, breathin' fire and blowin' smoke
Too much weed 'n too much whiskey
Friday night another bee line to the bar
Sund'y comes, it always hits me
I keep givin' up on livin' clean before I start
I've worn the blue out of my denim
My back pocket's full of holes
I go to work and I cash my paycheck
It's no mystery where all the money goes
Too much weed 'n too much whiskey
Friday night another bee line to the bar
Sund'y comes, it always hits me
I keep givin' up on livin' clean before I start
Maybe I'll never know
How it feels to have a heart that goes a week as white as snow
But I ain't beating myself up
'Cause I'll make it through them pearly gates even if I barely make the cut
Too much weed 'n too much whiskey
Too much living with me belly to the bar
Sund'y comes, it always hits me
I keep givin' up on livin' clean before I start
I keep givin' up on livin' clean before I start
I keep givin' up on livin' clean before I start
Goin' straight, gettin' tipsy
Winding' up and lettin' go
I've got a powerful inclination
For raisin' hell, breathin' fire and blowin' smoke
For raisin' hell, breathin' fire and blowin' smoke
Football Games And Girls lyrics - Corey Smith
Coulda run it if we had more clock
Picked up a few more first downs
Had a couple big plays called back
And they're costing us now
Lord knows that the refs didn't help
Somebody must've paid em off
Even the fella in the replay booth
Said we shoulda had the ball
Oh, it don't seem fair
It don't seem fair
Tough luck
Feels like the good guys never win
Close calls
Hurt worse than never coulda beens
Now all I can do is drink about the dreams that didn't come true
Football games and girls like you
Football games and girls like you
First kiss in the front porch light
Mighta been a little outta my league
But why'd you'd have to get my hopes so high
Then leave me on my knees
Oh, it hurt like hell
It hurt like hell
Tough luck
Feels like the good guys never win
Close calls
Hurt worse than never coulda beens
Now all I can do is drink about the dreams that didn't come true
Football games and girls like you
Sure I had my doubts in the beginning
But I couldn't bring myself to bet on another damn unhappy ending
Now it's...
Tough luck
Feels like the good guys never win
Close calls
Hurt worse than never coulda beens
Now all I can do is drink about the dreams that didn't come true
And hope like hell that one day they won't break my heart in two
Football games and girls like you
Football games and girls... girls like you
Girls like you
When The Wheels Touch Down lyrics - Corey Smith
Wearing out my wings
So tired I can't sleep
Oughta sober up
But they're bringing me liquor for free
Counting up the miles
Staring out the window
Five hour flight
But it feels like forever to go
LAX into ATL
First class ticket meant for somebody else
Chasing a dream takes a head in the clouds
But I'm needing some time with my boots on the ground
So I'm up in the air and homeward bound
She'll be picking me up the the wheels touch down
When the wheels touch down
Been up on the stage
Been in the spotlight
No day of rest
In a month full of Saturday nights
Sick of all the noise
Sick of all my old song
Tired of this routine
Tired of both of us sleeping alone
LAX into ATL
First class ticket meant for somebody else
Chasing a dream takes a head in the clouds
But I'm needing some time with my boots on the ground
So I'm up in the air and homeward bound
She'll be picking me up the the wheels touch down
When the wheels touch down
The trouble with flying so high, so far down the road
Is the biggest fan I've got, hardly ever makes a show
But she keeps picking me up when the wheels touch down
LAX into ATL
First class ticket meant for somebody else
Chasing a dream takes a head in the clouds
But I'm needing some time with my boots on the ground
And she's on her way to Hartsfield now
She'll be picking me up, she'll be picking me up
She's always picking up
When the wheels touch down
When the wheels touch down
Daddy's Weed lyrics - Corey Smith
I was out in Daddy's wood shop, 'bout seventeen years old
Stacking up some lumber, sweeping saw dust off the floor
Way over in the corner, I smelled something kinda strange
I looked behind a can of paint and found a bag of Mary Jane
(I thought "What the hell is this?")
It threw me for a loop, had me feeling all mixed up
'Cause Daddy always told me only hippies smoked that stuff
I knew damn good and well he wasn't leaning to the left
He'd rather die and go to hell than listen to the Grateful Dead
The day I found my daddy's weed
I knew the truth and it set me free
That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree
I did a lot of growing up the day I found my daddy's weed
Now, Mom was getting groceries and Dad was outta town
So I sat there on the workbench contemplating what I'd found
I went from feeling kinda pissed to thinking "What the hell"
I got my bowl out of the truck and broke off a little for myself
(Damn right)
That shit was awful sticky, had crystals on the leaves
Smelled kinda like a skunk and kinda like a Christmas tree
Might've come from California or maybe Colorado
But it was on different level than what I was getting down the road
The day I found my daddy's weed
One of my favorite memories
That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree
I did a lot of growing up the day I found my daddy's weed
I only hit it once and damn it hit me hard
Flew straight to the moon and back, sitting in the yard
Suddenly I understood why Daddy loved to work so much
When we heard him out there coughing it wasn't from the dust
The day I found my daddy's weed
Oh, it still gets to me
The little blonde haired boy who use to bounce upon his knee
Became the man out in the backyard stoned on daddy's weed...
The Football Song lyrics - Corey Smith
Its like an August afternoon
The calm before the chaos comes
A rumble in the distance
Well before the clouds appear
It's what everybody's talkin' 'bout
Can't wait to see 'em storming out
And thundering across the fields
It's almost electric
You can feel it in the air down here
Let's play some football boys
Let's play some football boys
There's a pounding in our chests
And a bad blood pumping through our veins
Old wounds are feeling fresh
Aching just enough to make us mean
The grudge we volunteer to hold
Is icy hot and fiery cold
And we'll carry it as long as we can breathe
It hurts us and it heals us
It's a friend and its the enemy
Let's play some football boys
Let's play some football boys
This ain't a practice anymore
Lets get to settling the score
Let's play some football boys
Turn your amplifier on, crank it all the way to ten
Make 'em dread the day they've gotta come play us again
It ain't life or death. It ain't marching into war.
But you'd better get the metaphor
Lets play some football boys
Let's play some football boys
Let's play some football boys
This ain't a practice anymore
Lets get to settling the score
Let's play some football boys
This ain't a practice anymore
Lets get to settling the score
Let's play some football boys
Cellophane lyrics - Corey Smith
Cellophane
Front pocket of my blue jeans
A little fire and little green
Enough to make me king on a Friday night
In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road
Where me and the boys would go to get loaded
And hide out from the law oh
It was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Just a weekend thing
Sleep it off on the couch
Don't get behind a wheel
Break it out, I wanna taste
What ya got in that cellophane
Cellophane
A bunch of kids
Same feather, same kind of cool
We dropped out of the Sunday school
And made up our own rules
For a few good years
Before the cops came sniffin' round
Before they took our dope man down
And good shit got hard to find oh
When it was just a weekend thing
Some compliments for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Just a weekend thing
Sleep it off on the couch
Don't get behind a wheel
Break it out, I wanna taste
What ya got in that cellophane
Cellophane
A handful of prescription pills
Well, that's when the shit got real
They say those things can kill
Well I know first hand
A phone call that bent my knees
His mama wouldn't look at me
Like she thought I was to blame
Well maybe I was
Maybe I didn't try hard enough
I told him he oughta kick that stuff
I guess we should've known right from the start oh
But it was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Was just a weekend thing
Now there's no way of sleeping off the hurt I feel
So break it out, I wanna taste
What ya got in that cellophane
No Music lyrics - Corey Smith
Taking bows and blowing kisses
Encores and curtain calls
After pouring out my heart
I'm loving the applause
You're back home doin' dishes
Putting the kids to bed
As I'm walking off a stage
With this chorus in my head
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
I think I'll skip the afterparty
Hell, every one's the same
A room full of strangers
Who all seem to know my name
Buying shots and taking pictures
Telling' me how great I am
Well, I appreciate it all
But I know they don't understand
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
Country Livin' lyrics - Corey Smith
Truck full of rods, dirt road full of turns
Pond full of bass and a can full of worms
Jar full of ice and a jug full of tea
Mouth full of chew and a bowl full of weed
This country life's the only life for me
Oh, this country livin' keeps my Luccheses kickin'
Keeps this Gipson sittin' 'cross me knee
It ain't for everybody but great gosh a'mighty
This country life's the only life for me
House full of kin, front porch full of boots
Night full of songs, three chords and the truth
Can full of beer and cup full of skee
Sky full of stars and a yard full of trees
This country life's the only life for me
Oh, this country livin' keeps my Luccheses kickin'
Keeps this Gipson sittin' 'cross me knee
It ain't for everybody but great gosh a'mighty
This country life's the only life for me
Church full of pews, books full of hymns
Mornin' full of prayer, then a big Amen
Then a plate full of chicken and a bowl full of greens
Day full of rest and a night full of dreams
This country life's the only life for me
Oh, this country livin' keeps my Luccheses kickin'
Keeps this Gipson sittin' 'cross me knee
It ain't for everybody but great gosh a'mighty
This country life's the only life for me
It ain't for everybody but great gosh a'mighty
This country life's the only life for me
This country life's the only life for me
The Regular lyrics - Corey Smith
If I was the man she thinks I could be
I wouldn't come 'round buying your whiskey
Picking my brand from your nicotine wall
If I was that man you wouldn't know me at all
But I'm one of the regulars ringin' your bells
I walk through the door and you reach for the shelves
Yeah, you know what I'm after, you know what I need
Though she's given' me hell and keeps threatening to leave
But it ain't you business to worry 'bout me
I'm just one of the regulars
If she has her wish, I'd already be home
Instead I'm out of my way, ignoring my phone
Hell, I know it ain't right and she deserves more
Than customer of the year at this old liquor store
Still, I'm one of the regulars ringin' your bells
I walk through the door and you reach for the shelves
Yeah, you know what I'm after, you know what I need
Though she's given' me hell and keeps threatening to leave
But it ain't you business to worry 'bout me
I'm just one of the regulars
I'm just one of the regulars
I am who I am and I ain't who I ain't
I smoke what I smoke and I drink what I drink
Lord knows she's begged me to change but I can't
How I've tried...
Still, I'm one of the regulars ringin' your bells
I walk through the door and you reach for the shelves
Yeah, you know what I'm after, you know what I need
Though it's breakin' her heart and she's threatening to leave
But it ain't your fault. Don't feel sorry for me
I'm just one of the regulars
Yeah, I'm one of the regulars
Yeah, I'm one of the regulars
Beautiful Day (I Reckon) lyrics - Corey Smith
Honey, I ain't in the mood for Sund'y driving
Y'all go on and don't worry 'bout me
They'll be lovely autumn colors in the mountains
I'm afraid I'd only spoil the scenery
Oh my outlook ain't so bright
And that sunny sky is no match for how I feel
It's a beautiful day, I reckon
It'd be a shame to waste it, but I think I will
I think I will
I reckon
I ain't even in the mood for going fishing
Rowing 'cross that water seems like stress
With my luck they won't even be a bitin'
Just another exercise in hopelessness
It's a beautiful day, I reckon
But it's not match for how I feel
It's a beautiful day, I reckon
Would be a shame to waste it, but I think I will
I think I will
I think I will
I reckon
It's like I blinked my eyes and turned into my daddy
Drinkin' Michelob and sitting here alone
Don't know if I'm sad or just plum tired
Or worried that the kids are almost grown
It's a beautiful day, I reckon
But it's no match for how I feel
It's a beautiful day, I reckon
It'd be a shame to waste it, but I think I will
I think I will
I think I will
I reckon
Honey, I ain't in the mood for Sund'y driving
Bottle This lyrics - Corey Smith
There's an early evening breeze
Cutting through Palmetto trees
The perfume of the Carolina shore
She's got a smile as big as mine
We got our fingers intertwined
Thinking we should come out here a little more
There's a live band at the beach bar
Got us moving outside the golf cart
To a slow song with a long kiss
Like a dark rum with a lime twist
Oh, how I wish there was a way to bottle this
There ain't a diamond in the sky
That beats the emerald in her eyes
Shining right at me as bright as noon
And the sugar on her lips
Tastes even sweeter than it did
Years ago when we came here to honeymoon
There's a live band at the beach bar
Got us moving outside the golf cart
To a slow song with a long kiss
This old romance just got a lime twist
Oh, how I wish there was a way to bottle this
If we could bottle this, I'd fill the fridge in our garage
Every night we'd pop a cork and pour a couple shots
She'd never complain about me drinkin' like a fish
Oh, if we could bottle this
There's a live band at the beach bar
Got us moving outside the golf cart
To a slow song with a long kiss
This old romance just got a lime twist
Oh, how I wish there was a way to bottle this
How I wish there was a way to bottle this
Quality Time lyrics - Corey Smith
If there's an empty stool up at the bar tonight
I hope nobody's saving it for me
I've got everything I need here sitting 'round the house
They let me hold the remote control and the liquor's free
Oh, it might sound lame, but it's a happy place
Feels kinda like the good ol' days but better
Naw, it don't take much to make a smiley face
When the people that you love are close together
It's got me wishing we could stay this way forever
I can't get enough of this quality time
Quality time
I'm finally on the same page as my better half
It's hard to beat a Friday night at home
And I ain't been hungover since I traded in
Binge drinking' for binge-watching Yellowstone
Oh, it might sound lame, but it's a happy place
Feels kinda like the good ol' days but better
Naw, it don't take much to make a smiley face
When the people that you love are close together
Its' got me wishing we could stay this way forever
I can't get enough of this quality time (quality time)
I think I finally got my head around
The big upside of settling down
Oh, it might sound lame, but it's a happy place
Feels kinda like the good ol' days but better
Naw, it don't take much to make a smiley face
When the people that you love are close together
It's got me wishing we could stay this way forever
I can't get enough of this quality time (quality time)
All this quality time (quality time)
All this quality time (quality time)
It's kinda like the good ol' days but better
(Quality time)
Down Easy lyrics - Corey Smith
Early bird, aching wings
Slowly rising with the shower steam
Foggy windows, sleepy eyes
I caffeinate my head until it's clear enough to drive
It takes half a pot of coffee black as coal
I ain't crazy 'bout the taste
But you make it go down easy
You make it go down easy
The day begins a bitter brew
A mug of o-dark-thirty blues
But your love's sweet like sugar cubes
You make it go down easy
Down easy baby
Pouring sweat, soaking shirt
I'm always the go-to for the grunt work
Stuck on a ladder, still in the field
Toilin' by the hour for a third of what they bill
They keep bumpin' me up enough to keep me around
Just barely north of broke
But you make it go down easy
You make it go down easy
Every day's a bitter brew, 'til I'm off work and home with you
Baby, your love's sweet like sugar cubes
You make it go down easy
You make it go down easy, baby
Comin' in from the heat
You're my relief
You're the cool A.C
Baby, you're the boots off my feet
When I'm feelin' my age
In the evening of my day, aww
You're the color in the sky, before the light fades away
You make it go down easy
You make it go down easy
When it's enough to put a lump in a grown man's throat
Seems impossible to take, you make it go down easy
You make it go down easy
Life can be a bitter brew
A big, warm jug of bad, bad news
But your love's sweet like sugar cubes
You make it go down easy
You make it go down easy, baby
You make it go down easy, down easy
Down easy, baby
You make it go down easy
Dry lyrics - Corey Smith
One, two, three
I didn't stay out late last night
So nothing's hanging over me today
And I'm ashamed to say but it's been a long, long time
Since I woke up in this good a shape
I've got no hammer against my head
And my recollection's fine
I've got no need for rehydration
'Cause I didn't go drinkin' myself dry
Drinkin' myself dry
Burnin' my belly full of holes
The more liquor I pour in the well
The more it drains everything else
Till liquor's all I'm a-thirsty for
I wind up sleepin' in my boots
Wakin' up on the floor
Tellin' myself that it's alright
Just had a little too much last night
I've been drinkin' myself dry
Some days I wake up fightin' mad
I feel like whoopin' my own tail
I stare in the mirror, I wanna put my fist right through
'Cause I can't stand lookin' at myself
But this mornin' I'm feelin' quite well
Here with my children and my wife
I've got everything a man could hope for
Why I gotta go drinkin' myself dry?
Drinkin' myself dry
Burnin' my heart full of holes
The more liquor I pour in the well
The more it drains everything else
Till liquor's all I'm a-thirsty for
She's been tellin' me for years
You can't live like this for long
But I couldn't see that she was right
'Cause I had dust all in my eyes
I was drinkin' myself dry
But I think I've finally seen the light
I wiped the dust out of myself
I think I've drank myself dry
Empty Rooms lyrics - Corey Smith
I know what you wanna hear, but it ain't what I wanna sing
I know what you wanna hear, but it ain't what I wanna sing
Playin' for your favor, simply ain't my kinda thing
You might think you're a big deal, but you ain't a big deal to me
You might think you're a big deal, but you ain't a big deal to me
I ain't attracted to your kingdom so I don't care that you're dangling the keys
I'm getting out and going places
Whatever direction that I choose
And I wouldn't trade my freedom for a minute on your stage
I'd rather play in empty rooms, empty rooms
Keep all your requests, buddy I ain't hurtin' for your tips
Keep all your requests, buddy I ain't hurtin' for your tips
I ain't been working all my life to play a bunch of cookie-cutter shit
I'm getting out and going places
Whatever direction that I choose
And I wouldn't trade my freedom for a minute on your stage
I'd rather play in empty rooms
See, I'm blazing my own trail. Headstrong, machete sharp
I'm blazing my own trail. Headstrong, machete sharp
I'll navigate the backwoods, you just keep sticking to your charts
I'm getting out and going places
Whatever direction that I choose
And I wouldn't trade my freedom for a minute on your stage
I'd rather play in empty rooms
Woah, I wouldn't trade my freedom for a minute on your stage
I'd rather play in empty rooms
Oh, I'd rather play in empty rooms, empty rooms
Goin' Blind lyrics - Corey Smith
The spotlight ain't treatin' me well
It gets up in my face, can't see nothin' else
I start losin' my place, keeps ringin' my bell
Till I can't leave the stage without somebody's help, or I'll fall
Been gettin' worse every night
Like a big puff of smoke slowly coverin' my eyes
Screwin' up my head's got me squintin' all the time
The people I know are gettin' hard to recognize, and I'm scared
I'm goin' blind
I bet you didn't notice
Goin' blind
Hardly anybody knows, yeah
My wife and my kids
Some family and friends
The ones that drive me round
And hold the lamps that guide me in
Goin' blind
I'm too young for feelin' so elderly
Will somebody please come and read this to me?
I'm goin' everywhere in the passenger seat
Tell me what kind of man can't get his kids from point A to B?
I'm goin' blind
Like I might not see ya later
I'm goin' blind
Askin' everyone for favors
I don't know where I'd be
Without my family and friends
The ones that drive me round
And hold the lamps that guide me in
They've been tryna keep me optimistic
"Surely the doctors are gonna fix it"
And even if they don't, hey, it'll be alright
But I've had trouble with the bright side
Goin' blind
I've had to really think it over
Goin' blind
Oh, it's nearly scared me sober
I've been leanin' on the Lord
My family and friends
The ones that drive me round
And hold the lamps that guide me in
Goin' blind
Brought the heart back into focus
I'm goin' blind
So much love I'd failed to notice
Goin' blind, mmh-hm-hm
Guest Room lyrics - Corey Smith
Spell it out
Girl, you ain't easy to read
But if I had to guess by the change in your tone
I'd say you're pissed off at me
Hell, I don't know
What I might have or have not done
But I'd hate to waste this evening wondering
What you're wondering
So come on, make it easy for me
Tell me, will I be sleeping in the guest room?
Am I gonna be sleeping in the guest room?
Let me know if I should go relocate my pillow
And drag my ass up to the guest room
What if I
Apologize in preemption
For whatever it was that hurt you, girl
It was not my intention
Yes or no, "I don't care" is not an answer
Just your way to torture me
When you think it's what I deserve
So come on, take it easy on me
Tell me, will I be sleeping in the guest room?
Am I gonna be sleeping in the guest room?
Honey, please don't make me go relocate my pillow
Oh, it sucks up in the guest room
The mattress ain't firm enough and it hurts my back
It's cold upstairs and there's no changing the thermostat
There's no TV so I miss the news and the late-night shows
And it's always a nightmare not having you to hold
Am I gonna be sleeping in the guest room?
Oh, there's no rest up in the guest room?
Honey, please don't make me go relocate my pillow
It gets lonely here in the guest room, oh
I don't wanna be sleeping in the guest room
I don't wanna be, don't wanna be
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, no
Halfway Home lyrics - Corey Smith
I packed up a month long suitcase
Goodbye. Daddy's gotta go
West bound all the way
'Till the highway runs into the coast, yeah
Bus call ATL
Load it up, get the trailer hitched
By the time I get to bed
I'll already be missing you, kids
But we'll meet up in Sacramento
One show then two days off
We'll rent a car, go up to Tahoe
They say it's beautiful in fall
Yeah, we'll have fun in California
And I'll be halfway home
Halfway home
Be good to your mama please
Don't give her any attitude
Don't make me waste a phone call
Having to get on to you
I hate I'm missing all your football games
The talent show at the middle school
But your mama's gonna video
So, wherever I am, I can cheer for you
'Till we catch up in Sacramento
Two weeks ain't all that long
We'll end up in San Francisco
Gonna cross the Golden Gate with y'all
Yeah, we'll have fun in California
And I'll be halfway home
Yes I will
This might seem like my choice to you
But leaving's something that your dad has gotta do
And its nothing we can't make it through
Just gotta keep on looking forward to
Meeting up in Sacramento
One show then two days off
You'll fly out of San Francisco
And I'll keep rollin' on, yeah
But we'll have fun in California
And I'll be halfway home
Yeah, we'll have fun in California, boys
And I'll be halfway
Halfway home
Halfway home, yes I will
Honky Tonkin' In My Blood lyrics - Corey Smith
My daddy played a mean southern rock 'n roll guitar back in the day
Sometimes they'd have a practice at the house and I'd get to listen to him play
I was only 5 or so, but old enough to recognize the licks
Memorize the words and sing along to every song my daddy picked
They'd go outside and smoke and I'd get on his guitar
Pretend I was up on stage in some old roadside bar
Yeah, I got honky tonkin' in my blood
Honky tonkin' in my blood
I got honky tonkin' in my blood
Honky tonkin' in my blood
Daddy had a friend who owned a tavern just a little out of town
They'd let me go inside when they were closed before the drunkards came around
I'd get a roll of quarters for the jukebox and another for the pool
It's where I first heard Willie Nelson and where Daddy taught me how to hold a cue
Sometimes I'd help 'em roll the beer in off the trucks
I couldn't wait till I was old enough to drink that stuff
Yeah, I got honky tonkin' in my blood
Honky tonkin' in my blood
I got honky tonkin' in my blood
Honky tonkin' in my blood
And I used to be ashamed of it, but I ain't ashamed of it now (I ain't ashamed of it now)
It's in my DNA and even Jesus couldn't wash it out
The honky tonkin' is in my blood
Honky tonkin' is in my blood
Honky tonkin' is in my blood
And I used to be ashamed of it, but I ain't ashamed of it now
It's in my DNA and even Jesus couldn't wash it out
The honky tonkin' is in my blood
The honky tonkin'
Good Lord, it's in my blood
Old 441 lyrics - Corey Smith
The highway 441 don't look much the same
They straightened out all the curves and turned it four-lane
They by-passed every downtown clear up to Clayton
We better time now but damn it's a bore
So honey, let's take the long way
Hang a hard left and then bare to the right
Hell, I ain't been through Clarksville
Since I was just learnin' to drive
We used to come fish in the creeks around here
A few cans of corn and a twelve-pack of beer
We'd walk the banks till it was too dark to see
Momma'd be drunk so she's hand me the keys and say
Go back the long way
The long way
I used to drive across the gorge every couple weekends
Baby sister was just barely walkin' back then
I never stayed long 'cause momma made me crazy
I'd hang out until dinner and say I got to go
And I'd head back down the long way
And step off in Demarest [?] I got the urge
To see my old sweetheart
If I's lucky I'd sleep there with her
I swore I loved her but I never did
I thought I was a man but I's just a kid
Before the Lord brought you into my life
I traveled this road but I's lost all the time
Out on the long way
The long way
Tiger Mountain ain't far from the house where she died
She drifted off in her sleep on a clear Sunday night
She called me that day, I said momma I'm busy
I woke up Monday mornin', found out she was gone
So we went back the long way
It was the only way there used to be
And i's cryin' like a baby
So you did the drive in for me
I'll never forget how gentle you were
Holdin' my hand, standin' over her
I knew back then you'd be the woman I'd [?]
Lovin' you's one thing I don't regret
And we've come a long way
A long way
The highway 441 don't look much the same
One Side Of Myself lyrics - Corey Smith
I'm sick one side of myself
Sick of one side of myself
Every day's like the flipping of a coin
And I'm sick of one side of myself
He's a man who loves to gamble
Though he loses almost every time
He laughs out hysterically
At things that oughta make me cry
He'd put his hand upon a Bible
Swear he's right when I know he's wrong
The rules go out the window
If they're keeping him from what he wants
Oh, yes, I'm sick of one side of myself
Sick of one side of myself
I'm tired of every day like the flipping of a coin
Oh, I'm sick of one side of myself
He's wickedly insatiable
And trouble when he's had too much
The last one to leave a party
Talkin' stupid 'cause he's all messed up
He's made a lot of friends
Only kept a few more than he's lost
If there's one thing that he's good for
It's pissin' almost everybody off
Oh, yes, I'm sick of one side of myself
Sick of one side of myself
I'm tired of every day like the flipping of a coin
Oh, I'm sick of one side of myself
Sick of one side, one side of myself
There's a side of myself, there's a side of myself, there's a side of myself
That's eaten up with jealousy
And trembling with a quiet rage
He hates the ones that love me
'Cause they're the ones that wanna lock him away
He sees the way they look at me
And knows it's in spite of him
But there's no hope for that devil now
I've let my better angels in
Oh, yes, I'm sick of one side of myself
Sick of one side of myself
I'm tired of everyday like the flipping of a coin
Oh, I'm sick of one side of myself
I won't live another day like the flippin' of a coin
Oh, I'm sick of one side, I'm sick of one side
Sick of one side of myself
San Diego lyrics - Corey Smith
San Diego, kind and warm
The sun don't bite and the clouds don't storm
All year long, dressed up in spring
The nights get cool but the air don't sting
Thin long sleeves and blue jeans feel just right
To sit out here and watch the ships go by
And have a nice long drink of the smooth Pacific breeze
I got all this room to breathe in San Diego
Where I come from the weather's mean
Winter leaps right over spring
The summer's long and autumn's brief
No, we don't get many days like these
When thin long sleeves and blue jeans feel just right
So I sit out here and watch the ships go by
I send a picture to my baby, hope she ain't still mad at me
I just needed room to breathe in San Diego
I don't know why we push each other to extremes
Straight from the laughter to the screams
One night its burning up and the next its rock hard freeze
Oh, I wish our love could be like...
San Diego, kind and warm
The sun don't bite and the clouds don't storm
All year long, dressed up in spring
Not hot and cold, just a friendly in between
Oh, city like San Diego, mmm...
When thin long sleeves and blue jeans just right
To sit out here and watch the ships go by
Got me thinking bout my baby, yeah
And San Diego, mmm...
San Diego
Sing Along lyrics - Corey Smith
I don't know how long it might be
Till I get back out on the street
Tryin' to make my livin' in the bars
I was hopin' maybe middle June
But that's like shootin' for moon
Hell, gettin' back at all now might be hard
Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothin' I can do
But sit at home
Prayin' it ain't the end
And I'll get back to work again
And that there'll be somebody left
To sing along
My neighbor's got a loaded gun
He ain't carryin' for fun
It makes me wonder, should I carry mine?
So I got out my .38
Rememberred that I can't shoot straight
And realized, it wouldn't help me none
Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothin' I can do
But sit at home
Keepin' up the faith
And tryin' not to be afraid
That there won't be nobody left
To sing along
Like many other songs I wrote
This one's only half a joke
The other half is real and rather dark
But I'd rather laugh a little bit
And come off kind of sarcastic
Than sing about a man fallin' apart
Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothin' I can do
But sit at home
Pickin' my guitar
Just like I'm playin' in a bar
Pretendin' everyone is here
Singin' along
Oh, I know it's not the end
We'll get back to work again
But until then I'll just pretend
You're singin' along
The Singer In A Band lyrics - Corey Smith
Once I was the singer in a band
Circa 1997
Attitude like 311
Liftin' our middle fingers to the man
I don't recall if we were any good
I'm guessin' probably not
But we smoked a lot of pot
So in our heads we were destined for Hollywood
Makin' a great loud boom
In the great, big, empty room
Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range
And once I was the singer in a band
An acoustic power trio
Not aimin' for the radio
Keepin' it real and focused on the fans
Never the best lookin' bunch around
But we were doin' somethin' right
Sellin' out most every night
Like the Beatles of the southern underground
We partied like rockstars
Flyin' under the radar
Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range
I think I was born to be the singer in a band
Playin' sure gets lonely
I can work a room with just a guitar in my hand
But there's somethin' 'bout a band
Only the singer understands
Once I was the singer in a band
Sleepin' in a motor coach
Travelin' from show to show
Livin' the words of "On The Road Again"
A guitar, bass, a drummer, and some keys
Over a decade goin' strong
The sound was all our own
Like the highway playin' in the major key
Oh, how I miss those guys
The way a bird misses the skies
I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
For the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Always just a little out of range
Out of my range
Now, it's out of my range
Out of my range
Yeah, I wish I were
A-singin' with the band
Well Enough lyrics - Corey Smith
Keep it simple stupid
You've gotta learn to trust your gut
Or you'll figure out
How to really screw a good thing up
Like when I re-recorded
Half my early catalog
It sounded commercial
Wound up pissin' my core fan base off
But it wasn't my intention
Hell, I thought it made a lotta sense
"Go back, and try again
Add a few more instruments"
Turned out to be a shit show
And I got to be the star
That record was a big flop
And it nearly broke my heart
But I learned my lesson
I learned my lesson, well
I learned my lesson
Quit second-guessin' myself
I learned my lesson
Sometimes there ain't nothin' wrong
With leavin' "well enough" alone
Leavin' "well enough" alone
"Don't be too insecure"
I think its the root of my distress
Never felt good enough
Even when I's at my best
Like when I played the Opry
Some people said I stole the show
All I remember's
Steppin' on that man's guitar solo
I never heard a compliment
Without some asshole in my head
Puttin' me down
Tellin' me I'll never be worth a shit
But I got tired of bein' picked on
So I punched him in the mouth
I'm still a long way from perfect
But he's nicer to me now
Yeah, I learned my lesson
I learned my lesson, well
I learned my lesson
Now, I ain't so hard on myself
I learned my lesson
Sometimes there ain't nothin' wrong
With leavin' "well enough" alone
I've seen my expectations
Go higher than I could climb
And damn it hurt
To watch 'em spiral in a steep nosedive
Like when that record man said
"Son you ain't go what it takes
This business ain't got much to do
With how you sound these days
You ain't got the jawline or the biceps
You don't fill out your jeans
And worst of all
You wanna hog all of the publishin'"
I wasted a bunch o' years
Tryin' to prove that bastard wrong
But he was tellin' me the truth
I kinda knew it all along
But I learned my lesson
I learned my lesson, well
I learned my lesson
Quit second-guessin' myself
I learned my lesson
Sometimes there ain't nothin' wrong
With leavin' "well enough" alone
Leavin' "well enough" alone
Leavin' "well enough" alone
Where I Wish I Was lyrics - Corey Smith
I wish I was home with you
It's awful lonely here in Brooklyn
I love New York, you know
There's so much to see here, baby
But lately I don't feel like looking
I'm tired of waking up where I don't wanna be
This tiny room is closing in on me
You're where I wish I was. If I had the choice
I'd be jumping a plane right now
And you'd be on your way to come pick me up
Soon as the wheels touch down
You're where I wish I was, but it's out of my hands
It ain't in the cards I hold
But I thought you should know
You're where I wish I was
You're where I wish I was
I wish I was lying in our bed
With your head upon my shoulder
I'd lose all the circulation in my arm, honey
But I wouldn't dream of rollin' over
Having the blankets to myself here leaves me cold
It's always a nightmare, not having you to hold
You're where I wish I was. If I had the choice
I'd be jumping a plane right now
And you'd be on your way to come pick me up
Soon as the wheels touch down
You're where I wish I was, but its out of my hands
It ain't in the cards I hold
But I thought you should know
You're where I wish I was
You're where I wish I was
I'm second-guessing the profession that I chose
Times like this I think I'd rather go broke
You're where I wish I was. If I had the choice
I'd be jumping a plane right now
And you'd be on your way to come pick me up
Soon as the wheels touch down
You're where I wish I was, but its out of my hands
It ain't in the cards I hold
But I thought you should know, oh...
You're where I wish I was. If I had the choice
I'd be jumping a plane right now
And you'd be on your way to come pick me up
Soon as the wheels touch down
You're where I wish I was, but its out of my hands
It ain't in the cards I hold
But I thought you should know
You're where I wish I was
You're where I wish I was
You're where I wish I was
Don't Mind lyrics - Corey Smith
There’s a long way to walk, but I don’t mind
What else I got feet for?
As long as you’re waiting at the end of the line
I’ll keep walking I don’t mind
My loads heavy but I don’t mind
What else I got strength for?
I swing my hammer ‘til quitting time
I keep working, I don’t mind
And if I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
I spend a little money honey, I don’t mind
What else I need cash for?
Your smiling face is worth every dime
I keep spending I won’t mind
If I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you honey
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
Every day it’s honey do but I don’t mind
As long as I get loving in the evening time (That’s right)
If I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you honey
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
(I ain’t nothing without you girl)
My loads heavy but I don’t mind
I don’t mind
As long as you’re with me, ‘til the end of the line
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
What else I got feet for?
As long as you’re waiting at the end of the line
I’ll keep walking I don’t mind
My loads heavy but I don’t mind
What else I got strength for?
I swing my hammer ‘til quitting time
I keep working, I don’t mind
And if I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
I spend a little money honey, I don’t mind
What else I need cash for?
Your smiling face is worth every dime
I keep spending I won’t mind
If I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you honey
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
Every day it’s honey do but I don’t mind
As long as I get loving in the evening time (That’s right)
If I’m crazy
I’m crazy ‘bout you honey
If I’m lazy
I’m lazy without you (ooh)
(I ain’t nothing without you girl)
My loads heavy but I don’t mind
I don’t mind
As long as you’re with me, ‘til the end of the line
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
Ain't Going Out Tonight lyrics - Corey Smith
I ain’t going out tonight
Leaving you just don’t feel right
I wanna snuggle up real tight
And lay around together, yeah
There’s always trouble when
I’m running round with my old friends
I’m gonna play it safe
And pretend I’m under the weather, yeah
I’m making changes
Lettin’ go of my grudge against the wind
I’m turning pages
Getting ready for what’s up around the bend
I ain’t going out tonight, no, no
I sold my old pickup truck
The one I’m always getting stuck
I won’t be driving it too much
And I could use the money
This place needs fixing up
So I’m trying to do a little saving up
I’m gonna do my best
To make it pretty for you, honey
I’m making changes
Lettin’ go of my grudge against the wind
I’m turning pages
Getting ready for what’s up around the bend
Here’s to happy endings
Here’s to new beginnings
Growing up and feeling younger
Here’s to me and you
And all that we have left to do, baby
Let’s lay here a while and wonder
How our story’s going to go
We’re going through changes
No we can’t ever be kids again
We’re turning pages
This chapter’s coming to an end, to an end
But our story’s just beginning, yeah, yeah
I ain’t going out tonight, no
Leaving you just don’t feel right
I wanna snuggle up real tight
Baby I ain’t going out tonight
Honey I ain’t going out tonight
Baby I ain’t going out tonight
Leaving you just don’t feel right
I wanna snuggle up real tight
And lay around together, yeah
There’s always trouble when
I’m running round with my old friends
I’m gonna play it safe
And pretend I’m under the weather, yeah
I’m making changes
Lettin’ go of my grudge against the wind
I’m turning pages
Getting ready for what’s up around the bend
I ain’t going out tonight, no, no
I sold my old pickup truck
The one I’m always getting stuck
I won’t be driving it too much
And I could use the money
This place needs fixing up
So I’m trying to do a little saving up
I’m gonna do my best
To make it pretty for you, honey
I’m making changes
Lettin’ go of my grudge against the wind
I’m turning pages
Getting ready for what’s up around the bend
Here’s to happy endings
Here’s to new beginnings
Growing up and feeling younger
Here’s to me and you
And all that we have left to do, baby
Let’s lay here a while and wonder
How our story’s going to go
We’re going through changes
No we can’t ever be kids again
We’re turning pages
This chapter’s coming to an end, to an end
But our story’s just beginning, yeah, yeah
I ain’t going out tonight, no
Leaving you just don’t feel right
I wanna snuggle up real tight
Baby I ain’t going out tonight
Honey I ain’t going out tonight
Baby I ain’t going out tonight
Flip-Flop lyrics - Corey Smith
I'm a lazy thing
Not a marathon runner
But if I'm in a hurry
I can walk a twenty minute mile
I'm dirt cheap
I save a lot of money
But I'm a fashion statement that never goes out of style
I still drive the ladies wild
Yes I'm a flip-flop making a stand
On a sole made of rubber in the shifting sand
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I slide right on and I slide right off
Take me or leave me but keep me from the garbage can
You'll want me here when the weather gets warm
When you're chilling in the swimsuit laying out working on a tan (yeah)
I'm your fair-weather friend, yeah baby
I'm a flip-fop dropping a beat
I'll save your little piggies from the hot concrete
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I'm not a cowboy boot
A wing-tipped shoe or an elegant high heel
I'm not a heavy-duty work boot with a toe covered in steel
But I can take a whole lot of abuse, yeah, yeah
I can't go to church
I can't go out dancing
I can't have a nice diner
Can't take you to a Broadway show, no
The office place, it wasn't made for me
You can't make it in the rat race if you like to take it slow, no, no, no
The world's a big dress coat
And I'm a flip-flop making a stand
On a sole made of rubber in the shifting sand
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I'm a flip-flop and I won't stop rockin'
I'm a flip-flop and I won't stop rockin'
Not a marathon runner
But if I'm in a hurry
I can walk a twenty minute mile
I'm dirt cheap
I save a lot of money
But I'm a fashion statement that never goes out of style
I still drive the ladies wild
Yes I'm a flip-flop making a stand
On a sole made of rubber in the shifting sand
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I slide right on and I slide right off
Take me or leave me but keep me from the garbage can
You'll want me here when the weather gets warm
When you're chilling in the swimsuit laying out working on a tan (yeah)
I'm your fair-weather friend, yeah baby
I'm a flip-fop dropping a beat
I'll save your little piggies from the hot concrete
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I'm not a cowboy boot
A wing-tipped shoe or an elegant high heel
I'm not a heavy-duty work boot with a toe covered in steel
But I can take a whole lot of abuse, yeah, yeah
I can't go to church
I can't go out dancing
I can't have a nice diner
Can't take you to a Broadway show, no
The office place, it wasn't made for me
You can't make it in the rat race if you like to take it slow, no, no, no
The world's a big dress coat
And I'm a flip-flop making a stand
On a sole made of rubber in the shifting sand
Feel free to tread on me
Honey, I'm just being all I can be
A little flip-flop and I won't stop
Rockin' the neighborhood
I'm a flip-flop and I won't stop rockin'
I'm a flip-flop and I won't stop rockin'
My Kinda Lady lyrics - Corey Smith
I got a woman with a dirty mouth
She learned to talk in the dirty south
With a whisper only I can hear
She makes her bad intentions clear
She knows, oh, oh, oh, she's my kinda lady
She ain't holier-than-thou
She ain't waiting for a wedding gown
But she ain't here for a one night stand
And she won't leave with any man but me
Any man but me
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She two-steps in between
The Bible and a magazine
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady
She's been drinking I can tell
I love the way tequila smells
On her breathe across my face
I steal a kiss, now I can taste it too
She puts my hand upon her hip
Brushes my arms with her fingertips
She shows me a new tattoo
A flower on her thigh so beautiful
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She beats all I've ever seen
The smokey voice, her silver screen
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady, lady
I got a woman in my bed
She's tryna hide her morning breath
I said "Honey I don't care, I'm just happy you're still here, with me"
She rolls her eyes, shakes her head
Glares at me and her face turns read
She said "I ain't looking for a Romeo, I don't wanna be bad if you can't let go of me"
"Boy I ain't your property"
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She two-steps in between
The Bible and a magazine
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
She learned to talk in the dirty south
With a whisper only I can hear
She makes her bad intentions clear
She knows, oh, oh, oh, she's my kinda lady
She ain't holier-than-thou
She ain't waiting for a wedding gown
But she ain't here for a one night stand
And she won't leave with any man but me
Any man but me
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She two-steps in between
The Bible and a magazine
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady
She's been drinking I can tell
I love the way tequila smells
On her breathe across my face
I steal a kiss, now I can taste it too
She puts my hand upon her hip
Brushes my arms with her fingertips
She shows me a new tattoo
A flower on her thigh so beautiful
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She beats all I've ever seen
The smokey voice, her silver screen
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady, lady
I got a woman in my bed
She's tryna hide her morning breath
I said "Honey I don't care, I'm just happy you're still here, with me"
She rolls her eyes, shakes her head
Glares at me and her face turns read
She said "I ain't looking for a Romeo, I don't wanna be bad if you can't let go of me"
"Boy I ain't your property"
She's leather and she's lace
Perfume and a cigarette
She's cowboy boots and a cocktail dress
She two-steps in between
The Bible and a magazine
Somewhere between the real world and a dream
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
My kinda lady
Feet Wet lyrics - Corey Smith
I got my sunglasses on
Yeah, it's all about the attitude
Like life's a long summer
And the world's just a big round swimming pool
Today I ain't in a rush
The water ain't going nowhere
So I'm taking it thru a polarized lens
To soften the glare
The pavement gets hot
It's been burning my soul
So I'm sittin' on a ledge
With my legs hanging down in the watering hole
I could take a plunge, but hey why bother?
Everything looks fuzzy when you're underwater
I could hold my breath, but I ain't gettin' in over my head
I'm good right now, I'm just gettin' my feet wet (uh huh)
Gettin' my feet wet
Gently down the stream
Yeah, I'm keeping it cool
Like life's a lazy river
And I'm floating down it on my inner tube
Swirling around
Taking in the scenery
I hear the birds in the trees
And it sounds like they're all singing to me
I'm half asleep
But I'm wide awake
And everything in the scene seems more like a dream
Without regret I take
I could take a plunge, but hey why bother?
Everything looks fuzzy when you're underwater
I could hold my breath, but I ain't gettin' in over my head
I'm good right now, I'm just gettin' my feet wet
Yeah, I remember when
I'd jump in head first off the diving board
Hey daddy, look at me
Can you believe I don't need those wings anymore
Learning to swim
It makes us brave
But the older we get
The more we sit back and let the kids make waves
I could swim like a fish, but hey why bother?
I got a drink in my hand, it's going down like water
I ain't afraid of drowning, but I ain't getting in over my head
Not today (ah uh uh)
I'm good right now
I'm good right now
I'm good right now
Getting my feet wet, yeah (uh huh)
Getting my feet wet
Yeah, it's all about the attitude
Like life's a long summer
And the world's just a big round swimming pool
Today I ain't in a rush
The water ain't going nowhere
So I'm taking it thru a polarized lens
To soften the glare
The pavement gets hot
It's been burning my soul
So I'm sittin' on a ledge
With my legs hanging down in the watering hole
I could take a plunge, but hey why bother?
Everything looks fuzzy when you're underwater
I could hold my breath, but I ain't gettin' in over my head
I'm good right now, I'm just gettin' my feet wet (uh huh)
Gettin' my feet wet
Gently down the stream
Yeah, I'm keeping it cool
Like life's a lazy river
And I'm floating down it on my inner tube
Swirling around
Taking in the scenery
I hear the birds in the trees
And it sounds like they're all singing to me
I'm half asleep
But I'm wide awake
And everything in the scene seems more like a dream
Without regret I take
I could take a plunge, but hey why bother?
Everything looks fuzzy when you're underwater
I could hold my breath, but I ain't gettin' in over my head
I'm good right now, I'm just gettin' my feet wet
Yeah, I remember when
I'd jump in head first off the diving board
Hey daddy, look at me
Can you believe I don't need those wings anymore
Learning to swim
It makes us brave
But the older we get
The more we sit back and let the kids make waves
I could swim like a fish, but hey why bother?
I got a drink in my hand, it's going down like water
I ain't afraid of drowning, but I ain't getting in over my head
Not today (ah uh uh)
I'm good right now
I'm good right now
I'm good right now
Getting my feet wet, yeah (uh huh)
Getting my feet wet
Taking The Edge Off lyrics - Corey Smith
The Omaha wind has been cutting me like a razor
I came dressed for the weather but the winters got it out for me
I'm covered in a chill, going mad like I'm fighting a fever
I'm sick of February
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm aiming to steer clear
Of anymore pain here
It's already been a long year on the road
The stars look dim, cause they're covered with a cloud of street lights
The full moons out but the city's got it hidden from view
I keep calling back home but I'm running out of things to say now
On an icy midnight blue
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm aiming to steer clear
Of anymore pain here
It's already been a long year on the road
Well I'm freezing
Yes, I'm freezing
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
Yes, I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm sick of the snow here
Oh, when's the summer gonna get here
It's already been a long year on the road
Already been a long year
Already been a long year on the road
So I'm taking the edge off
I came dressed for the weather but the winters got it out for me
I'm covered in a chill, going mad like I'm fighting a fever
I'm sick of February
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm aiming to steer clear
Of anymore pain here
It's already been a long year on the road
The stars look dim, cause they're covered with a cloud of street lights
The full moons out but the city's got it hidden from view
I keep calling back home but I'm running out of things to say now
On an icy midnight blue
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm aiming to steer clear
Of anymore pain here
It's already been a long year on the road
Well I'm freezing
Yes, I'm freezing
So I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
Yes, I'm taking the edge off
I'm taking the edge off
One more glass to shake off the cold
I'm sick of the snow here
Oh, when's the summer gonna get here
It's already been a long year on the road
Already been a long year
Already been a long year on the road
So I'm taking the edge off
Dahlonega lyrics - Corey Smith
Headed into the hills again
Thursday, north Georgia bound
About fourty three miles to my destination
A little goldrush college town
In the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the horizon
Here I come
Smokin' like a freight train
Passin' time racin' the sun
When I pass that city limit sign
I'm feelin' fine, oh Dahlonega
Seems everybody knows my name
Man, it really blows my mind
Cause I've never been one of those popular guys
Was always the quiet kind
And never a local football star celebrity
None of the cool girls ever seem to notice me
Oh, but now I hear 'em sing along
I feel at home in Dahlonega
Dahlonega
I feel like I've struck gold, I've struck gold around here
Bury my heart and call it home
Midnight is closin' time
Last call for alcohol
And I watch everybody stumble away
I hear Highway 60 call
It's back to the real world
Nine to five, payin' the bills
Back to the routines
Fillin' my flask and poppin' pills
When I cross that Lumpkin county line
I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin'
Dahlonega, Dahlonega
Thursday, north Georgia bound
About fourty three miles to my destination
A little goldrush college town
In the Blue Ridge Mountains, on the horizon
Here I come
Smokin' like a freight train
Passin' time racin' the sun
When I pass that city limit sign
I'm feelin' fine, oh Dahlonega
Seems everybody knows my name
Man, it really blows my mind
Cause I've never been one of those popular guys
Was always the quiet kind
And never a local football star celebrity
None of the cool girls ever seem to notice me
Oh, but now I hear 'em sing along
I feel at home in Dahlonega
Dahlonega
I feel like I've struck gold, I've struck gold around here
Bury my heart and call it home
Midnight is closin' time
Last call for alcohol
And I watch everybody stumble away
I hear Highway 60 call
It's back to the real world
Nine to five, payin' the bills
Back to the routines
Fillin' my flask and poppin' pills
When I cross that Lumpkin county line
I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin', I'll be cryin'
Dahlonega, Dahlonega
Blow Me Away lyrics - Corey Smith
I'm a solid rock, a chip off a mountain top
Finely chiseled by the wind and rain
I work out in the storm, keeps me in fighting form
No I won't back down from anything
But you're like a stick of dynamite
And I'm gonna light your fuse tonight
Get ready for a fireworks show
You blow me away
You blow me away
I'm a cold-blooded cynic
I'm a stone cold critic
Seems like nothings worth a double take
Yeah, I'm open minded
But I've been color-blinded
Fed up and jaded by the hit parade
But baby you're a work of art
And I tried picking you apart
But I can't
You've simply blown me over
You blow me away
You blow me away
I-I-I
I-I-I
I'm a shaking leaf upon a Sycamore tree
I'm hanging high but barely holding on
I been catching rays, I been making shade
Holding a shingle when the rains got strong
But I feel Autumn setting in
And the green is fading from my skin
And oh it's going to be a long way down
But you blow me away
You blow me away
You blow me away
You blow me away
I-I-I
I've been a solid rock
I've been a cold-blooded cynic
Now, I'm a shaking leaf
But you blow me away
You blow me away
Finely chiseled by the wind and rain
I work out in the storm, keeps me in fighting form
No I won't back down from anything
But you're like a stick of dynamite
And I'm gonna light your fuse tonight
Get ready for a fireworks show
You blow me away
You blow me away
I'm a cold-blooded cynic
I'm a stone cold critic
Seems like nothings worth a double take
Yeah, I'm open minded
But I've been color-blinded
Fed up and jaded by the hit parade
But baby you're a work of art
And I tried picking you apart
But I can't
You've simply blown me over
You blow me away
You blow me away
I-I-I
I-I-I
I'm a shaking leaf upon a Sycamore tree
I'm hanging high but barely holding on
I been catching rays, I been making shade
Holding a shingle when the rains got strong
But I feel Autumn setting in
And the green is fading from my skin
And oh it's going to be a long way down
But you blow me away
You blow me away
You blow me away
You blow me away
I-I-I
I've been a solid rock
I've been a cold-blooded cynic
Now, I'm a shaking leaf
But you blow me away
You blow me away
Pride lyrics - Corey Smith
I read P-R-I-D-E on the bulletin board, first day of my Sophomore year
Eastpak on my shoulder, Nikes on my feet
Dragging slack, I was busting in my baggy jeans
I thought "Psh, whatever" and I rolled my eyes
Went strutting down the hall to give my boys high-fives
The friends I made back then, are my real friends now
I still see 'em when we go hang out
In town, down the road from the halls we came of aging
Now I get it
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
I read P-R-I-D-E on the cheerleader sign on the field on a Friday night
I wasn't on the team, I wasn't in the band
Just another twelfth man up in the stands
Flying off my feet when the hometeam scored
Laughing at the visitors, pointing at the scoreboard
Sure, I got carried away, but I didn't mean harm
Just a fan of where I was from
The stadium lights shine bright on us all
Win, or lose, or draw
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
I was a country boy, but I wasn't a redneck
A solid "B" student on my college prep trek
I had ambition, plans of moving on
But I graduated college then I came back home
Because the trees grow strong when their roots run deep
And this town is the only place I can sound asleep
P-R-I-D-E is in my heart and soul
It's something I want my children to know
So I keep believing, no plans on leaving
Even if we have a losing season
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches and my stitches,
and my stitches, and my stitches, and my stitches
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
Pride, pride, pride
Yeah, I got pride
Eastpak on my shoulder, Nikes on my feet
Dragging slack, I was busting in my baggy jeans
I thought "Psh, whatever" and I rolled my eyes
Went strutting down the hall to give my boys high-fives
The friends I made back then, are my real friends now
I still see 'em when we go hang out
In town, down the road from the halls we came of aging
Now I get it
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
I read P-R-I-D-E on the cheerleader sign on the field on a Friday night
I wasn't on the team, I wasn't in the band
Just another twelfth man up in the stands
Flying off my feet when the hometeam scored
Laughing at the visitors, pointing at the scoreboard
Sure, I got carried away, but I didn't mean harm
Just a fan of where I was from
The stadium lights shine bright on us all
Win, or lose, or draw
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
I was a country boy, but I wasn't a redneck
A solid "B" student on my college prep trek
I had ambition, plans of moving on
But I graduated college then I came back home
Because the trees grow strong when their roots run deep
And this town is the only place I can sound asleep
P-R-I-D-E is in my heart and soul
It's something I want my children to know
So I keep believing, no plans on leaving
Even if we have a losing season
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches and my stitches,
and my stitches, and my stitches, and my stitches
Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
It's what held us together around this dot on the map
Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
Match it, pride
Pride, pride, pride
Yeah, I got pride
The Baseball Song lyrics - Corey Smith
The first thing I remember is the game that I love
A man on the diamond, with a golden glove
Daddy with me in the cheap seats above
Saying, "Boy keep your eye on the ball"
The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar
We were up on our feet for the tie breaking score
I said, "daddy I know what you brought me here for"
He said, "good I hoped you hear the call"
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
Don't stand there, and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
My field of dreams was covered in stone
An old, gravel parking lot next to our home
Dad on the mound until daylight was gone
Saying, "boy keep your eye on the ball"
Cause it's 'Hey batter hey, swing batter, swing'
The world is an infield, always chattering
If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing
And you'll walk away cussing them all
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
Don't stand there, and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
And thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Dad through a party when I got the call
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
Now I'm in the big leagues aiming for the fall
Every summer is a long playoff run
As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands
I see myself and I see my old man
I hear all of my family and all of my friends cheering
"Boy keep your eye on the ball"
It's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands
Good glory, this ones for the fans
For the fans
Thank God for the fans
And my old man
My old man
A man on the diamond, with a golden glove
Daddy with me in the cheap seats above
Saying, "Boy keep your eye on the ball"
The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar
We were up on our feet for the tie breaking score
I said, "daddy I know what you brought me here for"
He said, "good I hoped you hear the call"
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
Don't stand there, and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
My field of dreams was covered in stone
An old, gravel parking lot next to our home
Dad on the mound until daylight was gone
Saying, "boy keep your eye on the ball"
Cause it's 'Hey batter hey, swing batter, swing'
The world is an infield, always chattering
If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing
And you'll walk away cussing them all
Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
Don't stand there, and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
And thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Dad through a party when I got the call
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
Now I'm in the big leagues aiming for the fall
Every summer is a long playoff run
As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands
I see myself and I see my old man
I hear all of my family and all of my friends cheering
"Boy keep your eye on the ball"
It's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle
I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands
Good glory, this ones for the fans
For the fans
Thank God for the fans
And my old man
My old man
Drinkin' On My Mind lyrics - Corey Smith
Some days are better than others
Most are better than this
I can't remember what I did last night
And my girlfriend is pissed
She ain't taking my phone calls
She won't return my texts
I can't find my truck
All my cash is gone, and my T-shirt smells like sex
Woah, I'm back in the gutter, singing the same old song
I thought I could handle myself this time, man, I guess I was wrong
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
I used to be so cool, made the parties all complete
Now I just look sad, when I stumble down the street
Folks like making fun, always pushing me around
You drunk ass fool, better check yourself, before we put you on the ground
Woah, I'm back in the gutter, singing the same old song
I thought I could handle myself this time, man, I guess I was wrong
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
I been crazy, a young man in trouble
Took a wrecking ball to my life
And now I'm sifting through the rubble
No damage control, the the damage is done
All the bridges are burned and now I don't have any one
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a thief, and a fool
I take whatever I can get, yeah, that's my golden rule
Lord knows I tried changing but my will won't bend
I only hurt the ones I love in the end, friend
I stop and smell the roses but the roses stink
Life sucks unless I'm holding a drink
I'm gonna run back home to my momma, she always lets me in
Even though she told me a thousand times I couldn't come back home again
I'm gonna lock myself indoors, I'm gonna shake these demons loose
I'm gonna chalk all of my problems up to the alcohol abuse
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
Well, I get drinkin' on my mind
Most are better than this
I can't remember what I did last night
And my girlfriend is pissed
She ain't taking my phone calls
She won't return my texts
I can't find my truck
All my cash is gone, and my T-shirt smells like sex
Woah, I'm back in the gutter, singing the same old song
I thought I could handle myself this time, man, I guess I was wrong
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
I used to be so cool, made the parties all complete
Now I just look sad, when I stumble down the street
Folks like making fun, always pushing me around
You drunk ass fool, better check yourself, before we put you on the ground
Woah, I'm back in the gutter, singing the same old song
I thought I could handle myself this time, man, I guess I was wrong
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
I been crazy, a young man in trouble
Took a wrecking ball to my life
And now I'm sifting through the rubble
No damage control, the the damage is done
All the bridges are burned and now I don't have any one
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a thief, and a fool
I take whatever I can get, yeah, that's my golden rule
Lord knows I tried changing but my will won't bend
I only hurt the ones I love in the end, friend
I stop and smell the roses but the roses stink
Life sucks unless I'm holding a drink
I'm gonna run back home to my momma, she always lets me in
Even though she told me a thousand times I couldn't come back home again
I'm gonna lock myself indoors, I'm gonna shake these demons loose
I'm gonna chalk all of my problems up to the alcohol abuse
Why do I throw it all away, every single time
Right when I get back on my feet, I get drinkin' on my mind
Well, I get drinkin' on my mind
Bend lyrics - Corey Smith
He's got a head like a brick
Dead set in his ways
Sticks and stones couldn't lead that horse to water
He only hears what he wants
Only thinks of himself
Momma said "Damn that boy is just like his father"
And he's doing time on a bed made of stone
No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
He can't go home, no starting over again
Life's just one long fight he can not win
Until he learns how to bend
He's got a short, short fuse
Better not set him off
When he thinks he's right
He'd swear in front of Jesus
Let him lie to your face, like he lies to himself
The truth is no one's more afraid than he is
And he's doing time on a bed made of stone
No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
He can't go home, no starting over again
Life's just one long fight he can not win
Until he learns how to bend
Until he learns how to bend
Brother give in
Brother give it up
Brother let go
You ain't strong enough, no
We all need help, once in a while
Wake up, you're living in denial
You've done your time on a bed made of stone
But it's not too late to change the way you're thinking
Fall down on your knees, be born again and again
Life's just one long fight you can not win
Until you learn how to bend
Until you learn how to bend
Brother be, brother be good
Brother be, brother be good
Dead set in his ways
Sticks and stones couldn't lead that horse to water
He only hears what he wants
Only thinks of himself
Momma said "Damn that boy is just like his father"
And he's doing time on a bed made of stone
No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
He can't go home, no starting over again
Life's just one long fight he can not win
Until he learns how to bend
He's got a short, short fuse
Better not set him off
When he thinks he's right
He'd swear in front of Jesus
Let him lie to your face, like he lies to himself
The truth is no one's more afraid than he is
And he's doing time on a bed made of stone
No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking
He can't go home, no starting over again
Life's just one long fight he can not win
Until he learns how to bend
Until he learns how to bend
Brother give in
Brother give it up
Brother let go
You ain't strong enough, no
We all need help, once in a while
Wake up, you're living in denial
You've done your time on a bed made of stone
But it's not too late to change the way you're thinking
Fall down on your knees, be born again and again
Life's just one long fight you can not win
Until you learn how to bend
Until you learn how to bend
Brother be, brother be good
Brother be, brother be good
Fast Track lyrics - Corey Smith
He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
had a dream and then he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand,
signed a record deal and thought he had it made.
Cut an album on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts,
called him a renegade and made him grow a beard.
Went on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV,
got nominated for New Artist of the Year.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
Smiling for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites,
oh, the lovely ladies thought he was the best.
They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns.
He was relishing the taste of his success.
Flew on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII,
rode in limousines instead of yellow cabs.
He never gave a second thought to how much everything would cost.
The label said they’d put it on his tab.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
When the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug,
all the smoke and mirrors went away.
Now he’s just another sucker out there looking for a gig,
drinking in a bar down on Broadway.
Now he’s back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
wondering how it all could go so wrong.
He’s almost out of money and his ego’s getting bruised
and he thinks, “Maybe I should just try writing songs.”
Now there’s an idea.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
had a dream and then he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand,
signed a record deal and thought he had it made.
Cut an album on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts,
called him a renegade and made him grow a beard.
Went on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV,
got nominated for New Artist of the Year.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
Smiling for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites,
oh, the lovely ladies thought he was the best.
They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns.
He was relishing the taste of his success.
Flew on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII,
rode in limousines instead of yellow cabs.
He never gave a second thought to how much everything would cost.
The label said they’d put it on his tab.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
When the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug,
all the smoke and mirrors went away.
Now he’s just another sucker out there looking for a gig,
drinking in a bar down on Broadway.
Now he’s back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
wondering how it all could go so wrong.
He’s almost out of money and his ego’s getting bruised
and he thinks, “Maybe I should just try writing songs.”
Now there’s an idea.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he’s looking for a slow train down.
I'll Get You Home lyrics - Corey Smith
Cocaine on your shirtsleeve, whiskey in your eyes,
you stumble in the green room with a pocket full of lies,
no money for a cab, too messed up to drive.
You came here for the party, didn’t watch the show.
You never gave a damn 'til I was on the radio.
Now you’re sucking down my beer, gobbling up my finger-foods.
Yeah, you’re spoiling my good mood.
But I’ll get you home. I’ll get you home.
Then you’re on your own. You’re on your own.
You slobber and you slur. Sloppy drunk, you’re sad as hell.
If you weren’t kin to me they’d have thrown your ass in jail.
And where’s your gratitude? Man, you got a lot of nerve.
Pissing off the bouncers, shooting off your mouth,
showing off your tattoos, creeping the ladies out,
and pulling out my name like an ID at the door.
You’re not welcome anymore.
But I’ll get you home. I’ll get you home.
Then you’re on your own. You’re on your own.
Maybe I’m too mean. Maybe I’m too nice.
Maybe I should take a little of my own advice,
and leave your ass in the cold, block your number on my phone.
But I still see a friend when I look you in the eyes,
so I paid for your bar tab and I had ‘em call a ride.
Oh, I hate to see you hurting. Man, I've always wished you well.
Yeah, I know you’ve been through hell.
So I’ll get you home. I’ll get you home.
Then you’re on your own. You’re on your own.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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"
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.
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 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.
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