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.
"The Broken Record" (2011)
- If I Could Do It Again lyrics - Corey Smith
- Carolina lyrics - Corey Smith
- I Love Everyone lyrics - Corey Smith
- No Way (Out With A Smile) lyrics - Corey Smith
- Heart Attack lyrics - Corey Smith
- Broken Record lyrics - Corey Smith
- Maybe Next Year lyrics - Corey Smith
- Backroad lyrics - Corey Smith
- Roots lyrics - Corey Smith
- New Day lyrics - Corey Smith
- Sugar Daddy lyrics - Corey Smith
- Twenty-One lyrics - Corey Smith
- Something To Lose lyrics - Corey Smith
- Down To Earth lyrics - Corey Smith
- Silly lyrics - Corey Smith
I Love Everyone lyrics - Corey Smith
You could say I’m just a good ‘ol boy
Dipped in the batter, country fried
Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge,
A staunch defender of the right side.
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag,
Under the shadow of the cross,
Down where the colors never mixed too well,
Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost.
But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun,
I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone.
[Chorus:]
I love black people. I love brown people.
I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too,
Yes, I love everyone.
I love gay people, I’m not afraid people,
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
My roots are buried in the georgia clay,
They keep me well-grounded and strong
This little town off of the interstate
Is the only place I’ll ever call home.
But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line,
Flew across the ocean too.
And I’ve seen god’s children everywhere I’ve been
And they love to laugh as much as we do.
I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall.
I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall.
[Chorus]
It ain’t the corn bread or the collered greens
The sweet tea or the bar-b-que
The country music on your radio, it ain’t the gospel in the pew
It ain’t the boots, it ain’t the old blue jeans,
The trucks, the tractors that we drive,
It ain’t the guns, it ain’t the fishing poles, it ain’t the slower pace of life.
It’s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are.
[Chorus]
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
Dipped in the batter, country fried
Washed in the blood, wrapped in the camoflauge,
A staunch defender of the right side.
I grew up accustomed to the rebel flag,
Under the shadow of the cross,
Down where the colors never mixed too well,
Some folks still mad ‘cuz the south lost.
But I’m a good-hearted, free-thinking son-of-a-gun,
I may talk a little trash, but I don’t hate anyone.
[Chorus:]
I love black people. I love brown people.
I love muslims and jews, hindus and atheists too,
Yes, I love everyone.
I love gay people, I’m not afraid people,
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
My roots are buried in the georgia clay,
They keep me well-grounded and strong
This little town off of the interstate
Is the only place I’ll ever call home.
But I’ve been above the mason-dixon line,
Flew across the ocean too.
And I’ve seen god’s children everywhere I’ve been
And they love to laugh as much as we do.
I’m careful of the pride that comes before the fall.
I’m one for mending a fence instead of building a wall.
[Chorus]
It ain’t the corn bread or the collered greens
The sweet tea or the bar-b-que
The country music on your radio, it ain’t the gospel in the pew
It ain’t the boots, it ain’t the old blue jeans,
The trucks, the tractors that we drive,
It ain’t the guns, it ain’t the fishing poles, it ain’t the slower pace of life.
It’s how we treat our neighbors treat our neighbors that makes us who we are.
[Chorus]
I may sing with a drawl, keep a little chew in my jaw, but I love everyone.
No Way (Out With A Smile) lyrics - Corey Smith
The glass half empty
Ain’t good enough for me
When its brown liqueur over ice
You can save your breath
Because I’ve reasoned to dispute words to the wise
Oh
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all from nothin’ I’m afraid
You want to change my mind theres no way
A box of candy, chocolate covered caramels
Sweet sugar tastes like happiness
My teeth are rotten and my bellies gettin round
but I can’t resist, oh no no
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all for nothing I’m afraid
You want to change my mind but theres, No way
Dress me in the shade of grey
And pay the one who digs my grave
This fat man is goin’ out with a smile, yeah yeah
Throw me the Bible, we’ll go on like this for days
Yeah I can use the scripture too
I can’t be certain of exactly what it means
But neither can you, oh no no
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
I’m only a jester, you’re the sage
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
But there’s no way
Ain’t good enough for me
When its brown liqueur over ice
You can save your breath
Because I’ve reasoned to dispute words to the wise
Oh
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all from nothin’ I’m afraid
You want to change my mind theres no way
A box of candy, chocolate covered caramels
Sweet sugar tastes like happiness
My teeth are rotten and my bellies gettin round
but I can’t resist, oh no no
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
It’s all for nothing I’m afraid
You want to change my mind but theres, No way
Dress me in the shade of grey
And pay the one who digs my grave
This fat man is goin’ out with a smile, yeah yeah
Throw me the Bible, we’ll go on like this for days
Yeah I can use the scripture too
I can’t be certain of exactly what it means
But neither can you, oh no no
No Way, No Way
You’re not gonna rain on my parade
Whatever you say, whatever you say
I’m only a jester, you’re the sage
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
You want to change my mind
But there’s no way
Heart Attack lyrics - Corey Smith
I drove to Galilee this morning.
White-knuckled in the pew,
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
I shook his hand when he was through,
Though we marvel at the Maker through different colored window panes.
We love the same red letters,
both take the bread and wine.
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
Mine's hidden in between the lines.
He sees a narrow path to Heaven. I see a river deep and wide.
There's east-west. It's anybody's guess
who's damned, who's blessed,
or more wicked than the rest.
Oh, the answers are a heart attack away.
I flew over Bethlehem this morning,
heavy heart upon the ground.
Jesus came to feed the hungry,
still people are starving all around.
Seems we never love a neighbor who we don't see eye-to-eye.
I keep looking up to Heaven,
afraid to fight the fire below,
singing "Glory, Hallelujah!"
while the hell around us grows,
always crying for a savior instead of being one myself.
There's north-south, with and there's without.
There's rich. There's poor.
One's peace, another's war.
So happiness remains a heart attack away.
The only truth I know anymore, the only truth I know,
the only truth I know anymore is there's no truth at all.
There's east, west. It's anybody's guess.
There's north and there's south. There's with and there's without.
Cross your chest, it's all a heart attack away. Hey, hey I
t's all a heart attack away.
Oh, it's all a heart attack.
White-knuckled in the pew,
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
I shook his hand when he was through,
Though we marvel at the Maker through different colored window panes.
We love the same red letters,
both take the bread and wine.
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
Mine's hidden in between the lines.
He sees a narrow path to Heaven. I see a river deep and wide.
There's east-west. It's anybody's guess
who's damned, who's blessed,
or more wicked than the rest.
Oh, the answers are a heart attack away.
I flew over Bethlehem this morning,
heavy heart upon the ground.
Jesus came to feed the hungry,
still people are starving all around.
Seems we never love a neighbor who we don't see eye-to-eye.
I keep looking up to Heaven,
afraid to fight the fire below,
singing "Glory, Hallelujah!"
while the hell around us grows,
always crying for a savior instead of being one myself.
There's north-south, with and there's without.
There's rich. There's poor.
One's peace, another's war.
So happiness remains a heart attack away.
The only truth I know anymore, the only truth I know,
the only truth I know anymore is there's no truth at all.
There's east, west. It's anybody's guess.
There's north and there's south. There's with and there's without.
Cross your chest, it's all a heart attack away. Hey, hey I
t's all a heart attack away.
Oh, it's all a heart attack.
Broken Record lyrics - Corey Smith
Into the city, I'm runnin' on fumes
Late for the downbeat but I'm on my way
I got no money just a trunk full of strings
A backseat full of Peavey PA
Beats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dad
But it's not what I thought it would be
The entertainment gets no love from the girls
And I can't even drink there for free
A man in the corner easy to ignore
Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on a moonlight tour
I sell my soul to keep on singin' along
In come the money and out goes a song
Into a truck stop somewhere North Carolina
Get out, you better stretch while you can
Theres no more stopping untill we reach the show
Oh man what’s that smell in the van
It ain’t a good life but its our life to live
One hangover to the next
If theres a castle for a king of gold
Lord knows I ain’t found it yet
A man in a box takes a caller at the door
Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on the nightclub tour
I think its workin’ cuz they’re singin' along
In come the money and out goes the song
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Into the city, now I travel in style
Three buses and four transfer trucks
The paparazzi’s always harassing me
Yeah I’m a star now but I feel like I’m stuck
A man on the edge, now I can’t be ignored
Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a stadium tour
I keep trying to figure where it all went wrong
Income the money and out goes a song
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Late for the downbeat but I'm on my way
I got no money just a trunk full of strings
A backseat full of Peavey PA
Beats diggin' ditches, workin' for my dad
But it's not what I thought it would be
The entertainment gets no love from the girls
And I can't even drink there for free
A man in the corner easy to ignore
Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on a moonlight tour
I sell my soul to keep on singin' along
In come the money and out goes a song
Into a truck stop somewhere North Carolina
Get out, you better stretch while you can
Theres no more stopping untill we reach the show
Oh man what’s that smell in the van
It ain’t a good life but its our life to live
One hangover to the next
If theres a castle for a king of gold
Lord knows I ain’t found it yet
A man in a box takes a caller at the door
Yeah I’m a, I'm a broken record on the nightclub tour
I think its workin’ cuz they’re singin' along
In come the money and out goes the song
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Into the city, now I travel in style
Three buses and four transfer trucks
The paparazzi’s always harassing me
Yeah I’m a star now but I feel like I’m stuck
A man on the edge, now I can’t be ignored
Yeah I’m a, I’m a broken record on a stadium tour
I keep trying to figure where it all went wrong
Income the money and out goes a song
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Backroad lyrics - Corey Smith
I've been down this road before.
It's like the back side of my hand.
And there ain't nothing up ahead
but cow pasture and timberland.
Don't you worry baby I'm gonna take it nice and slow.
I'll keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road.
Just this one time,
I promise I won't ask again.
It'll be our little secret,
honey I won't tell a soul
and if I see somebody coming I'll be sure to let you know.
Everybody does it, don't you be ashamed.
We'll still make the movie, we'll just be a little late.
And let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl,
leave the driving up to me.
If we get too hot and heavy there's a place where we can go.
Down this worn out hunting trail a half mile off the road.
And we might not make it back there in this little two wheel drive.
But judging by the way you're kissing me it's at least worth a try.
I'll turn this Mustang into an F250 4x4.
If they catch us back there we'll probably go to jail.
But I'd clear out my bank account and gladly pay the bail.
And I promise I'll still love you, and maybe even more.
I won't think bad about you girl, I know you're not a whore.
Let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl,
leave the driving up to me.
I'm rock hard, you're so hot.
I think I'm turning blue.
Come on baby please, you know I'd do the same for you.
Let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off, get a little comfortable, and leave the driving up to me.
It's like the back side of my hand.
And there ain't nothing up ahead
but cow pasture and timberland.
Don't you worry baby I'm gonna take it nice and slow.
I'll keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road.
Just this one time,
I promise I won't ask again.
It'll be our little secret,
honey I won't tell a soul
and if I see somebody coming I'll be sure to let you know.
Everybody does it, don't you be ashamed.
We'll still make the movie, we'll just be a little late.
And let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl,
leave the driving up to me.
If we get too hot and heavy there's a place where we can go.
Down this worn out hunting trail a half mile off the road.
And we might not make it back there in this little two wheel drive.
But judging by the way you're kissing me it's at least worth a try.
I'll turn this Mustang into an F250 4x4.
If they catch us back there we'll probably go to jail.
But I'd clear out my bank account and gladly pay the bail.
And I promise I'll still love you, and maybe even more.
I won't think bad about you girl, I know you're not a whore.
Let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off and climb on over here girl,
leave the driving up to me.
I'm rock hard, you're so hot.
I think I'm turning blue.
Come on baby please, you know I'd do the same for you.
Let me love you on a backroad.
Let's make a wreckless memory.
There ain't a house within ten miles of here, no.
So nobody's gonna see.
Take your seatbelt off, get a little comfortable, and leave the driving up to me.
Roots lyrics - Corey Smith
A man out of country
A fish out of string
A square in the circle of souls
Its been way too long since I’ve been home
Lord get me back to my roots
A fish out of string
A square in the circle of souls
Its been way too long since I’ve been home
Lord get me back to my roots
New Day lyrics - Corey Smith
The long night’s over, the moon touched down
A thin blanket of dew is softenin’ the ground
Theres a cool breeze cuttin’ through the mornin’ mist
A fresh breath of air from the good Lord’s lips
Run to the window, gonna look and see
There’s a blackbird sittin’ in a dogwood tree
Singin’ Do Da Ditta Da, do da doo
Do da ditta da dee
Yeah It’s a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Put your feet on the floor, it’s no time to rest
The wolf’s in the den and the hog’s in the nest, yes
No more waiting on the promise land
We’re gonna build this mansion with our own two hands
Don’t let them tell you it can’t be done
Let the truth be heard, the Gospel be sung
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Oo child don’t hang your head
Child don’t hang your head
Wipe away your sleepy eyes
Wipe away your eyes
A story’s not been written yet
Though shadows fall there is hope every sunrise
Oh yeah
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Well is its a new Ooo Ooo day
Its a new day, its a new day
A thin blanket of dew is softenin’ the ground
Theres a cool breeze cuttin’ through the mornin’ mist
A fresh breath of air from the good Lord’s lips
Run to the window, gonna look and see
There’s a blackbird sittin’ in a dogwood tree
Singin’ Do Da Ditta Da, do da doo
Do da ditta da dee
Yeah It’s a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Put your feet on the floor, it’s no time to rest
The wolf’s in the den and the hog’s in the nest, yes
No more waiting on the promise land
We’re gonna build this mansion with our own two hands
Don’t let them tell you it can’t be done
Let the truth be heard, the Gospel be sung
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Oo child don’t hang your head
Child don’t hang your head
Wipe away your sleepy eyes
Wipe away your eyes
A story’s not been written yet
Though shadows fall there is hope every sunrise
Oh yeah
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Its a new day, a new day
Well is its a new Ooo Ooo day
Its a new day, its a new day
Sugar Daddy lyrics - Corey Smith
You got no cash in the bank
You got no gas in your tank
Wish you could move but you can’t
There’s no running on empty, no
But girl I got what ya need
It ain’t no college degree
Come on and work it for me
I’ll be yo sugar daddy
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now ya probably never will
You know that big game hunters and they’s preying honey
Your either running scared or your aiming to kill
They call me a criminal, It’s only political
Yet if your pockets are full, you can pay off the law here
Just like on capitol hill, write a check, block the bill
We want to keep what we steal, yeah that,s me crying freedom
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now ya probably never will
You know that big game hunters and they’s preying honey
Your either running scared or your aiming to kill
Your one of us or your one of them
Who’s side are you on
You’re either right or you’re wrong
Com’on get in the car
Ba da da da
Ba da da da
Ba da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now you probably never will
You know that big game hunters and there’s preying honey
Well heres your shot I hope you ain't been killed
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
You got no gas in your tank
Wish you could move but you can’t
There’s no running on empty, no
But girl I got what ya need
It ain’t no college degree
Come on and work it for me
I’ll be yo sugar daddy
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now ya probably never will
You know that big game hunters and they’s preying honey
Your either running scared or your aiming to kill
They call me a criminal, It’s only political
Yet if your pockets are full, you can pay off the law here
Just like on capitol hill, write a check, block the bill
We want to keep what we steal, yeah that,s me crying freedom
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now ya probably never will
You know that big game hunters and they’s preying honey
Your either running scared or your aiming to kill
Your one of us or your one of them
Who’s side are you on
You’re either right or you’re wrong
Com’on get in the car
Ba da da da
Ba da da da
Ba da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Oh its takes money to make money
If you can’t get it now you probably never will
You know that big game hunters and there’s preying honey
Well heres your shot I hope you ain't been killed
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Down To Earth lyrics - Corey Smith
A no-good Shepard lost all the sheep,
Yeah, he got drunk and fell asleep
and now they’re running through the streets.
Causing a commotion,
Yeah, they’re holding up the progress.
Lets carve the boy to pieces
And then serve him to the press.
Yes, yes.
They though he was a rock,
Turned out to be a ragdoll.
When we put him on a pedestal,
We set him up to fall. Now,
hes hanging by a thread,
Were busting at the seams
He got a head full of crazy,
We got a heart full of dreams.
And we talk about love
and its ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
You’ve heard it before,
We’re just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
Swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down.
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
We’ve got a constitution,
We the people born to sin.
We need a savior to redeem us
from the flesh were living in.
Yeah, everyone’s a hypocrite,
can’t practice what we preach, no.
The professor ain’t no better
than the ones hes trying to teach.
And we talk about God
and it’s ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
You’ve heard it before,
We’re just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
Swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
Oh, it weighs you down, Oh, it weighs me down.
Oh, it weighs you down, Oh, it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
What we do is,
far from what we know we ought to.
Its me, its you.
Yeah, human is human.
Well, the war is never over,
the battles never won, no.
Who could find the light
Under the barrel of a gun?
“Its freedom for the wealthy,
Or justice for the poor.”
There lies the ammunition
for this politicians war.
And we talk about peace
and its ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
We’ve heard it before,
Your just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
We swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down.
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
Down to Earth.
Yeah, he got drunk and fell asleep
and now they’re running through the streets.
Causing a commotion,
Yeah, they’re holding up the progress.
Lets carve the boy to pieces
And then serve him to the press.
Yes, yes.
They though he was a rock,
Turned out to be a ragdoll.
When we put him on a pedestal,
We set him up to fall. Now,
hes hanging by a thread,
Were busting at the seams
He got a head full of crazy,
We got a heart full of dreams.
And we talk about love
and its ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
You’ve heard it before,
We’re just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
Swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down.
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
We’ve got a constitution,
We the people born to sin.
We need a savior to redeem us
from the flesh were living in.
Yeah, everyone’s a hypocrite,
can’t practice what we preach, no.
The professor ain’t no better
than the ones hes trying to teach.
And we talk about God
and it’s ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
You’ve heard it before,
We’re just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
Swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
Oh, it weighs you down, Oh, it weighs me down.
Oh, it weighs you down, Oh, it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
What we do is,
far from what we know we ought to.
Its me, its you.
Yeah, human is human.
Well, the war is never over,
the battles never won, no.
Who could find the light
Under the barrel of a gun?
“Its freedom for the wealthy,
Or justice for the poor.”
There lies the ammunition
for this politicians war.
And we talk about peace
and its ‘Aw, man. Whatever’
We’ve heard it before,
Your just preaching to the choir.
Time after time, we fumble and falter.
We swear we can change,
But who’s got the power?
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down.
And it weighs you down, And it weighs me down,
Down to Earth.
Down to Earth.
Silly lyrics - Corey Smith
Sweet lemonade on ice, chocolate cake piled high
Icing flick upon the fingers of the birthday boy
He blew out all the candles, got his wish within the hour
A shiny new guitar his daddy bought him
And I watched him run around, gettin dizzy falling down
Oh I wish how I could join him
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Oh ignorance was blissin’, it was easy to believe
Momma and Daddy were invincible, America was beautiful
From sea to shining sea, No slavery, No slaughtering of the buffalo
The world was black and white
Couldn’t sleep on Christmas night
And all my doggies went to heaven
Oh Oh Oo
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Come on lets giggle like the children, Children’s all we are
Let’s be silly like the fools we are
Who are we, to be so bold
To think we are as wise as we are old
The more I see here
The more I’m certain, I’m blind
Through the forest and the fields
Down the mountains through the hills
The more I see here,
The more I’m certain I’m blind
Well I read a lot of books
You know I took a lot of class
Philosophy, Religion, Sociology
I’m a presidential scholar, I got a presidential seal
On the degree collecting dust down in the basement
Well I’m given up the search
You know I’m going back to Church
Give me Law and give me scripture
Give me Jesus
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Come on lets giggle like the children, children’s all we are
Let’s be silly like the fools we are
Yeah lets giggle like the children, Make a wish upon a star
And awe and wonder like the fools we are
Oh oh oh oh
Icing flick upon the fingers of the birthday boy
He blew out all the candles, got his wish within the hour
A shiny new guitar his daddy bought him
And I watched him run around, gettin dizzy falling down
Oh I wish how I could join him
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Oh ignorance was blissin’, it was easy to believe
Momma and Daddy were invincible, America was beautiful
From sea to shining sea, No slavery, No slaughtering of the buffalo
The world was black and white
Couldn’t sleep on Christmas night
And all my doggies went to heaven
Oh Oh Oo
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Come on lets giggle like the children, Children’s all we are
Let’s be silly like the fools we are
Who are we, to be so bold
To think we are as wise as we are old
The more I see here
The more I’m certain, I’m blind
Through the forest and the fields
Down the mountains through the hills
The more I see here,
The more I’m certain I’m blind
Well I read a lot of books
You know I took a lot of class
Philosophy, Religion, Sociology
I’m a presidential scholar, I got a presidential seal
On the degree collecting dust down in the basement
Well I’m given up the search
You know I’m going back to Church
Give me Law and give me scripture
Give me Jesus
I want to giggle like the children, be silly for a while
Silly like the fools we are
Come on lets giggle like the children, children’s all we are
Let’s be silly like the fools we are
Yeah lets giggle like the children, Make a wish upon a star
And awe and wonder like the fools we are
Oh oh oh oh
The Carnival lyrics - Corey Smith
Here we go again, around and around.
Oh, it's a merry ride 'til you're back on the ground.
You dizzy up the child 'til the tickets are gone,
And it's time for the carnival to be moving on.
It carries you up. Oh, it makes you feel alive.
It makes you laugh. It makes you cry.
We fold the tents. We take the carousel apart and roll away.
We roll away.
The sooner you can learn it never lasts,
the more you'll enjoy the carnival.
Don't hold you're breath. Don't close your eyes.
Let go of the handlebars, so your fingers can fly.
Seize the night and the autumn wind,
'til we close the house of fun and leave town again.
Don't be afraid to be so easily amused.
It's a thrill we all could use.
Just like love, it wears a candy apple coat that melts away.
We melt away.
And the sooner you can learn it never lasts,
the more you'll enjoy the carnival.
Listen for the calliope.
Keep lookout for the clowns,
Be the first in line, the last to leave
When we come back around.
It carries you up. Oh, it makes you feel alive.
It makes you laugh. It makes you cry.
Just like love, it wears a candy apple coat that melts away.
We melt away.
And it's over in the twinkling of an eye,
so enjoy the carnival.
Enjoy the carnival.
Oh, it's a merry ride 'til you're back on the ground.
You dizzy up the child 'til the tickets are gone,
And it's time for the carnival to be moving on.
It carries you up. Oh, it makes you feel alive.
It makes you laugh. It makes you cry.
We fold the tents. We take the carousel apart and roll away.
We roll away.
The sooner you can learn it never lasts,
the more you'll enjoy the carnival.
Don't hold you're breath. Don't close your eyes.
Let go of the handlebars, so your fingers can fly.
Seize the night and the autumn wind,
'til we close the house of fun and leave town again.
Don't be afraid to be so easily amused.
It's a thrill we all could use.
Just like love, it wears a candy apple coat that melts away.
We melt away.
And the sooner you can learn it never lasts,
the more you'll enjoy the carnival.
Listen for the calliope.
Keep lookout for the clowns,
Be the first in line, the last to leave
When we come back around.
It carries you up. Oh, it makes you feel alive.
It makes you laugh. It makes you cry.
Just like love, it wears a candy apple coat that melts away.
We melt away.
And it's over in the twinkling of an eye,
so enjoy the carnival.
Enjoy the carnival.
Keeping Up With The Joneses lyrics - Corey Smith
Back in the day, back in the hills, we were busted,
Made a living on the government dime.
Mama couldn't keep a job,
and the alimony check never came on time.
We were poor. I wasn't proud, only angry
that our daddy couldn't send us more.
Always embarrassed by my free lunch card,
and food stamps for the grocery store.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
When you're stuck on the bottom,
You take what you can get.
I went to school in hand-me-downs from my cousin,
Baggy britches seemed to suit me well,
Kinda thin, kinda loose in the middle,
Slouching in after the tardy bell.
The teacher never called me trash,
But I knew what she was thinking when she looked at me,
Born to be the underclass,
Growing up to make a living on our charity.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
When you're stuck on the bottom,
You take what you can get.
Don't go looking down your nose at me neighbor,
I can spot you from a yard away,
Don't try to judge me by the clothes I'm wearing or the cars in my driveway.
I'm not rich but I'm not poor any longer,
And I'm happy as a man can be.
I'm proud to work, I'm proud to pay my taxes,
And I'm grateful for my family.
No keepin' up with the Joneses,
No keepin' up with the Joneses,
When you come up from the bottom,
You love whatever you got.
Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
Made a living on the government dime.
Mama couldn't keep a job,
and the alimony check never came on time.
We were poor. I wasn't proud, only angry
that our daddy couldn't send us more.
Always embarrassed by my free lunch card,
and food stamps for the grocery store.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
When you're stuck on the bottom,
You take what you can get.
I went to school in hand-me-downs from my cousin,
Baggy britches seemed to suit me well,
Kinda thin, kinda loose in the middle,
Slouching in after the tardy bell.
The teacher never called me trash,
But I knew what she was thinking when she looked at me,
Born to be the underclass,
Growing up to make a living on our charity.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
No keeping up with the Joneses.
When you're stuck on the bottom,
You take what you can get.
Don't go looking down your nose at me neighbor,
I can spot you from a yard away,
Don't try to judge me by the clothes I'm wearing or the cars in my driveway.
I'm not rich but I'm not poor any longer,
And I'm happy as a man can be.
I'm proud to work, I'm proud to pay my taxes,
And I'm grateful for my family.
No keepin' up with the Joneses,
No keepin' up with the Joneses,
When you come up from the bottom,
You love whatever you got.
Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
Ain't nothing, ain't no one, gonna hold me down.
Arc Of A Rainbow lyrics - Corey Smith
Look at the sky on fire,
Who struck the match,
Who fanned the flames,
Everyone's pointin' a finger,
'Cause nobody cares for the blame.
See the clouds getting thicker,
Cry out to God as the embers burn,
Said it's too late for redemption,
Read all the books but they never learn. (no, no)
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Feels like a thief in the night,
Came and carried your blanket away,
You keep reachin' for cover,
Because you're as naked as a new born babe, (yeah, yeah)
Got your eyes wide open but you can't really see a thing,
Staring up at an old moon,
So afraid of what the season will bring. (Oh, oh)
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Everyday is a revelation,
Hear a trumpet, see a kingdom come,
They can build us a fortress,
But fear it won't protect us from (no, no)
If it's a matter of time,
Well then time oughta matter more,
I think it's already over,
If the end is all you're waiting for.
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
Each tear is a prism,
Hope is a ray of light,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Who struck the match,
Who fanned the flames,
Everyone's pointin' a finger,
'Cause nobody cares for the blame.
See the clouds getting thicker,
Cry out to God as the embers burn,
Said it's too late for redemption,
Read all the books but they never learn. (no, no)
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Feels like a thief in the night,
Came and carried your blanket away,
You keep reachin' for cover,
Because you're as naked as a new born babe, (yeah, yeah)
Got your eyes wide open but you can't really see a thing,
Staring up at an old moon,
So afraid of what the season will bring. (Oh, oh)
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Everyday is a revelation,
Hear a trumpet, see a kingdom come,
They can build us a fortress,
But fear it won't protect us from (no, no)
If it's a matter of time,
Well then time oughta matter more,
I think it's already over,
If the end is all you're waiting for.
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
Each tear is a prism,
Hope is a ray of light,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Love is a compass,
It will turn you around 180 degrees,
The arc of a rainbow.
It's a promise made,
It's a promise kept,
Let's walk two by two,
The arc of a rainbow.
Collide lyrics - Corey Smith
We chart our courses but always collide,
We stumble from the wreck wait for the rescue to arrive,
They put out the fire but the smoke never clears,
It's a blanket of lies getting thicker by the year.
I'm not throwin' stones,
I've got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one to blame.
You took off your gloves with my back to the wall,
You threw the first punch and I took a hard fall,
But I'm on trial now they beg for my plea,
They label you the victim and they put the cuffs on me.
I'm not throwin' stones,
I've got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one to blame. (no!)
I'll forgive and forget,
I'll turn the other cheek,
But I won't lay in your bed,
When it's your turn to weep,
When it's your turn to cry yourself to sleep.
I'm not throwin' stones,
Got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one, I am not the one,
To blame.
We chart our courses but always collide.
We stumble from the wreck wait for the rescue to arrive,
They put out the fire but the smoke never clears,
It's a blanket of lies getting thicker by the year.
I'm not throwin' stones,
I've got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one to blame.
You took off your gloves with my back to the wall,
You threw the first punch and I took a hard fall,
But I'm on trial now they beg for my plea,
They label you the victim and they put the cuffs on me.
I'm not throwin' stones,
I've got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one to blame. (no!)
I'll forgive and forget,
I'll turn the other cheek,
But I won't lay in your bed,
When it's your turn to weep,
When it's your turn to cry yourself to sleep.
I'm not throwin' stones,
Got a glass house of my own,
But I won't pretend I was wrong,
When I'm not the one, I am not the one,
To blame.
We chart our courses but always collide.
Juliet lyrics - Corey Smith
Been cryin' in my sleep,
Been screamin' out your name,
I wake up in a sweat,
Oh, Juliet, bearin' the burden of the blame.
There's a lock upon our door,
My keys don't seem to fit,
You've shut me out and cut me off, long enough,
Can't we talk a little bit?
Open up, let me in,
Let's start this thing over again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
I know I'm asking a lot,
You're the only good thing I've got,
Juliet, Juliet.
There's a razor on your tongue,
So put that knife back into the drawer,
I'm already hurtin' honey,
You've already cut me to the core.
Oh just think of what you're saying,
What about that new born baby,
Hell I know that I was wrong,
But he's mine too,
And you can't take him away. (no, no)
So open up, let me in,
Let's start this thing over again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
Tell me all is not lost,
Can we fix all the damage I've caused,
Juliet, Juliet.
This brick on my hand,
Gets to weighin' me down,
You've been pretendin' not to notice,
Buried your head in the ground.
Open up, let me in,
Oh I wanna come home again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
I know I'm asking a lot,
You're the only good thing I've got,
Tell me it's not over yet,
Can't you learn to forgive and forget,
Juliet.
Been screamin' out your name,
I wake up in a sweat,
Oh, Juliet, bearin' the burden of the blame.
There's a lock upon our door,
My keys don't seem to fit,
You've shut me out and cut me off, long enough,
Can't we talk a little bit?
Open up, let me in,
Let's start this thing over again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
I know I'm asking a lot,
You're the only good thing I've got,
Juliet, Juliet.
There's a razor on your tongue,
So put that knife back into the drawer,
I'm already hurtin' honey,
You've already cut me to the core.
Oh just think of what you're saying,
What about that new born baby,
Hell I know that I was wrong,
But he's mine too,
And you can't take him away. (no, no)
So open up, let me in,
Let's start this thing over again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
Tell me all is not lost,
Can we fix all the damage I've caused,
Juliet, Juliet.
This brick on my hand,
Gets to weighin' me down,
You've been pretendin' not to notice,
Buried your head in the ground.
Open up, let me in,
Oh I wanna come home again,
Don't throw in the towel yet,
The fighting can beat out of my chest.
I know I'm asking a lot,
You're the only good thing I've got,
Tell me it's not over yet,
Can't you learn to forgive and forget,
Juliet.
Powerful Feeling lyrics - Corey Smith
Hey young lady,
Don't be alarmed,
He might come on kinda strong,
But he don't mean you any harm.
You write the book,
Make him learn the rules,
Once you get him trained oh,
You can let him bend a few.
If he ain't told ya yet,
He will soon enough,
We suffer here together girl,
We're achin' to be loved.
It's a powerful feeling,
When the flame hits the fuse,
No concern for the damage,
When your days get confused.
Oh no, what a powerful feeling.
It's a powerful feeling.
Hello young man,
Try to be polite,
Mind your filthy manners boy,
You'd better treat her right,
If you go to dinner,
Don't run out on the bill,
Don't go blowin' out the candles,
'Cause you think you've sealed the deal,
The tough get goin' when the goin' gets tough,
But goin's not the answer when she's achin' to be loved. (no)
It's a powerful feeling,
When the flame hits the fuse,
No concern for the damage,
When your days get confused.
Oh no, sun burns in a halo,
It's a powerful feeling.
Little scars in your eyes,
Got struck by the blow,
When you first realize,
What a powerful feeling.
Cute little babies grow to girls and boys,
Mommys and Daddys keep a bedroom full of toys,
But they come of age, learn what their parts are for,
Put 'em together and they're not children anymore, (no)
It's a powerful feeling,
Sun burns in a halo,
It's a powerful feeling.
Little stars in your eyes,
Got struck by the blow,
What a stupid surprise,
It's a powerful feeling,
It's a powerful feeling.
Don't be alarmed,
He might come on kinda strong,
But he don't mean you any harm.
You write the book,
Make him learn the rules,
Once you get him trained oh,
You can let him bend a few.
If he ain't told ya yet,
He will soon enough,
We suffer here together girl,
We're achin' to be loved.
It's a powerful feeling,
When the flame hits the fuse,
No concern for the damage,
When your days get confused.
Oh no, what a powerful feeling.
It's a powerful feeling.
Hello young man,
Try to be polite,
Mind your filthy manners boy,
You'd better treat her right,
If you go to dinner,
Don't run out on the bill,
Don't go blowin' out the candles,
'Cause you think you've sealed the deal,
The tough get goin' when the goin' gets tough,
But goin's not the answer when she's achin' to be loved. (no)
It's a powerful feeling,
When the flame hits the fuse,
No concern for the damage,
When your days get confused.
Oh no, sun burns in a halo,
It's a powerful feeling.
Little scars in your eyes,
Got struck by the blow,
When you first realize,
What a powerful feeling.
Cute little babies grow to girls and boys,
Mommys and Daddys keep a bedroom full of toys,
But they come of age, learn what their parts are for,
Put 'em together and they're not children anymore, (no)
It's a powerful feeling,
Sun burns in a halo,
It's a powerful feeling.
Little stars in your eyes,
Got struck by the blow,
What a stupid surprise,
It's a powerful feeling,
It's a powerful feeling.
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