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Are you pickin’ up what I’m a-puttin’ down?
Girl, your legs must be tired
You’ve been running through my mind all day
I’ve been sitting on this barstool trying to think of something to say
Maybe some magical line
That will make you inclined
To wanna leave here on my arm today
I’m just throwing it out there
Come on, baby, what do ya say?
(Chorus)
Are you pickin’ up what I’m a-puttin’ down?
If I was any more clear, I’d disappear right now
I been beggin’ you please
I got my knees on the ground
So am I pickin’ you up or are you puttin’ me down?
Hey, baby, did it hurt? (Did what hurt?)
When you fell from heaven?
Do you believe in love at first sight
Or should I walk by again?
I’ve been trying all night
You sure can put up a fight
The bar is closing and it’s getting late
Girl, I’m running out of lines
So come on, baby, what do ya say?
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Call me Fred Flintstone
I can make your Bedrock
Sideways, Upside Down,
Hangin’ from a rooftop
I can be your Spiderman
You can be my Mary Jane
So what do ya say?
(Fiddle/Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
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All We Have is Right Now
03:51
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(V1)
I remember sittin’ in the green grass
Watchin’ as the clouds passed
Over our heads
You were wearin’ that white dress
Your head layin’ on my chest
And the earth was our bed
(Pre-Chorus)
I barely knew you back then
But I know that I need you right now
I should have never let you walk away
(Chorus)
You can call me crazy
Cause I used to find it easy
Letting go of the past
When I was growin’ up I never
Thought we wouldn’t have forever
When you left I learned real fast
All we have is right now
(V2)
Everybody told me it was young love
Your Daddy said I wasn’t good enough
All my friends just shook their heads
I still think about it everyday
What I did and what I didn’t say
How you slipped right through my hands
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Like a door that locks behind you
You turn around and find you can’t go back
Because time is unforgiving
But I know I can’t keep living in the past
(Chorus)
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Real Country
03:46
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It ain't just these old boots or a pickup truck
I got those things but I'll tell you what
Country means more to me than just the things I own
It ain’t just the small towns and honky-tonk bars
It’s more than just fiddles and electric guitars
I can feel that country music deep down in my soul
In this American land I can feel it everywhere I go
(Chorus)
‘cause it’s the music of the wind through the whispering pines
It's the waterfall running down the mountainside
I'm living in the land I love and it's where I wanna die
It's the feeling of a wild horse running free
It's the simple lives of folks like you and me
It's more than a song, more than just a melody
(last chorus: “in three-part harmony”)
It's real country
It’s more than these tough hands or the sweat of my brow
Or making a livin’ the only way I know how
Some folks might say I ain’t got much to show
But there’s a song that comes to you when you’re livin’ hard
It soon becomes a story, straight from the heart,
That you’re singing along to on the country radio
In this American land you can hear it everywhere you go
(Chorus)
And I'm still proud to be livin' in the home of the brave
Where every day is the day that the good Lord made
(Chorus)
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Rambler's Lament
03:36
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Why do I always write songs about leaving,
Of finding my heart out there on the road?
Why, when I know that you're always there waiting
To take me in from the cold?
And why do I seem to spend all my time dreaming
Of that look in your eyes when you open the door?
Your face is the courage I cling to in places
That nobody's been before.
Sing, I'm singing these songs,
Oh, but nobody's singing along.
Just riding the tracks, and I may come back
But then again, I may roll on.
Where is that promised land, and when will I get there?
It floats like a dream, just out of reach.
One day I'll rest my head in the dirt or your bed
And, Lord, lay me down to sleep.
Sing, I'm singing these songs.
Oh, but nobody's singing along.
Some folks make a home, but some need to roam
And I feel like it's time I moved on.
Why do I always write songs about leaving?
My heart's here with you, my life's on the road.
Sometimes running ain't doubting and staying ain't believing,
And leaving don't leave you cold.
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