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)
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