Dustin Lynch – Small Town Boy

I’m a dirt road in the headlights
I’m a mama’s boy, I’m a fist fight
Kinda county line, kinda cold beer
Little hat down, little John Deere

I kinda give a damn
I kinda don’t care
You see that girl standing right there

She loves a small town boy like me
She’s my ride or die baby
She’s my cool, she’s my crazy
She’s my laid back in the front seat
She’s my with me to the end girl
I’m turning it up to ten girl
She can have anybody that she wants to be
Anywhere she wants to be
She loves a small town boy like me

She likes my T-shirt
She likes my old boots
Likes to slow dance to some old school
She’ll take a full moon over those city nights
I ain’t scared to get all up in those bright lights
Yeah, I can smooth it out
I can stick it up
I guess that’s why she can’t get enough

Love a small town boy like me
She’s my ride or die baby
She’s my cool, she’s my crazy
She’s my laid back in the front seat
She’s my with me to the end girl
I’m turning it up to ten girl
She can have anybody that she wants to be
Anywhere she wants to be
She loves a small town boy like me
She loves a small town boy like me, yeah

Yeah, I’m her sure thing
I’m her go to
I’m her rockstar
She ain’t gon’ ever lose

Small town boy like me
I’m her ride or die baby
I’m her cool, I’m her crazy
I’m her laid back in the front seat
I’m so with you till the end girl
Let’s turn it up to ten girl
She can have anybody that she wants to be
Anywhere she wants to be

She loves a small town boy like me
She’s my ride or die baby
She’s my cool, she’s my crazy
She’s my laid back in the front seat
She’s my with me to the end girl
I’ll turn it up to ten girl
She can have anybody that she wants to be
Anywhere she wants to be
She loves a small town boy like me
She loves a small town boy like me
Yeah, she loves a small town boy like me

The Mrs – Blink Of An Eye

[Verse 1: Mogli the Iceburg]

Wrote this with emotion
3 days, 5 months, 10 years
And my heart still swollen
Pillowcase still soaked up from the tears
When I think about that day and you, mama
Been so long for me, mama
And it still don’t seem real
That you’re really gone from me, mama
Yeah
They say time heals wounds
I’m tellin’ time hurry up
Cause if wounds don’t heal I just block things out
And I seal pain up
Cause after all this time all I got are these memories with ya
But even those start to fade
I swear we ain’t take enough pictures
Quit your job just to stay at home with me
You were never gonna let someone else raise your child
And even though we really needed money
Daddy started workin’ overtime to even things out
When the night fall
You would cook the chicken with the red rice
Homemade meals for the three of us
And you taught me bout’ love
And you taught me bout’ prejudice, yeah
Some people gon’ see the way we look
Listen to the way we speak and
Tell us that we don’t belong here
Crossville, Tennessee that’s the backwoods
Hate runs deeper than the Chevys and the John Deere
But don’t let them spite you, son
They are just some people like you, son
You a sinner just like them, son
And don’t forget that God loves them just like
He loves you, son
Wise words from a wise woman
Wish that you were still alive to tell me more
Cause this life’s like a minefield
Don’t know what I’m steppin’ toward
I’m just, moving the Spirit inside me
You know with this music we don’t take these things lightly
Chillin’ with the Tribe that’s my fam beside me
Never trippin’ over whether people gon’ like me yeah
That’s the confidence you taught me
I guess I really learned to fake it well
Cause they always see me with a real big smile
Even when I ain’t doin’ so well
But I made that b-ball team like you
And you know I even tried to sing just like you
And you know I’m following my dreams just like you did
And I still get depressed just like you, did
They say to the Father, a day is like a second
And a minute’s like a year
So for you to be up in eternity with Him
I do not think that time for you is the same as it is down here
And there’s no sorrow so I guess you
Never get to see all of the times that I sin and I drop the ball
But that’s probably for my benefit
Cause if you were to see all of the junk that I’ve done
You’d probably smack my mug and all
Holy father, won’t you please send this message to my loved one:
Pretty mama, your heart lives on right in your son, yeah
No matter how much time that’s in this world
That pass me by, eh
I’ll be home with you
In the blink of an eye

Joey Feek – Red (If Not For You Album)

Red

If all the clothes you wear are camouflage

And you drive around in a dually Dodge
With a blue-tick hound ridin’ in the bed
You’re red, you’re red

If you’re into sittin’ in a tree stand for daylight
With an eight point buck in your sights
And not for sport but to keep your fed
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

If your arms are tan and your chest is white
And your idea of eatin’ right
Is turnip greens, fried chicken and cornbread
You’re red, You’re red

Now, if you don’t know who your congressmen are
But you can name every driver in NASCAR
And you cried when you heard Earnhardt was dead
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

You’re American lovin’, flag wavin’, northern-southern family raisin’
Workin’, playin’, heaven prayin’ country through and through

If Haggard sings your favorite song
And you learned the difference between right and wrong
With a hickory switch out behind the she’d
You’re red, you’re red

If your letter jacket says FFA
And you spend your summers bailin’ hay
With a John Deere cap sittin upon your head
You’re red, man you’re red
You’re red, you’re red
R-E-D

Maura O’connell – Trouble In The Fields lyrics

Baby, I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts they’re turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silo, silver in the rain
And leave our pockets full of nothing and our dreams in the golden grain

Have you sees the folks in line downtown at the station?
They’re all buying their tickets out and they’re talking a great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
There’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil, no
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

Mac McAnally – Mississippi You’re On My Mind lyrics

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I see a wagon rutted road
With the weeds growing tall between the tracks
And along one side an old rusty barbed wire fence
And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack

Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
And below that field is a shady little creek
And there you’ll find the cool green leaves of mint

Mississippi you’re on my mind
Mississippi you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I smell a honeysuckle vine
And the heavy sweetness like to make me sick
And the dogs, my God, they’re hungry all the time
And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick

Mississippi you’re on my mind
Mississippi you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I feel an old angry oven heat
And the southern sun just blazes in the sky
In the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps
I want to make it to that creek before I fry

Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind