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
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