Bucky Covington / full album lyrics

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American Friday Night

Written by Tom Douglas

Cheers from a high school football game

On an American Friday night

The chorus of the Pledge of Allegiance

As the veterans rewind the fight

The crowd roars and the quarterback scores

Losin' side gets quiet

You can almost hear the heartbeat

Of an American Friday night

Chorus:

Hey yeah, the girls look pretty

Man they're good to go

Boys try to shine like stars on the city

Music on the radio

There ain't no place in the whole wide world

That can fee so right

Yeah, yeah an American Friday night

Good ole boys laughin', back slappin'

On the other side of town

With a long week behind them

A couple of beauties beside 'em

Yeah, there ain't no worries now

They all rock to ZZ Top as a blown sub woofer pounds

Yeah, that's how good sounds

That's how good sounds

Repeat chorus

Yeah, yeah an American Friday night

Bridge

You want to go to the movies

Stay home and order Domino's

Flip a coin and baby you choose it

We can't lose 'cause all I know

Chorus:

Hey, hey girl you look pretty

Man I'm good to go

We're gonna shine like stars on the city

Songs on the radio

There ain't no place in the whole wide world

That can feel this right

Yeah, yeah an American Friday

Oh yeah, it's an American Friday

Oh yeah, an American Friday night

A Different World

Written by Mark Nesler, Jennifer Hanson and Tony Martin

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank

Our cribs were covered in lead-based paint

No child proof lids, no seat belts in cars

Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are

Still here we are

We got daddy's belt when we'd misbehave

Had three TV channels you got up to change

No video games and no satellite

All we had were friends and they were outside

Playin' outside

Chorus:

It was a different life

When we were boys and girls

Not just a different time

It was a different world

School always started the same every day

The Pledge of Allegiance then someone would pray

Not every kid made the team when they tried

We got disappointed but that was alright

We turned out alright

Repeat chorus

No bottled water, we'd drink from a garden hose

And every Sunday, all the stores were closed

Repeat chorus twice

It was a different world

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I'll Walk

Written by Brent Wilson and Lonnie Lee Fowler

We were eighteen, it was prom night

We had our first big fight

She said, pull this car over

I did and then I told her

I don't know what you are crying for

I grabbed her hand as she reached for the door she said

Chorus:

I'll walk, let go of my hand

Right now I'm hurt

And you don't understand

So just be quiet and later we will talk

Just leave, don't worry, I'll walk

It was a dark night, a black dress

The driver never saw her around the bend

I never will forget the call

Or driving to the hospital

Where they told me her legs still wouldn't move

I cried when I walked into her room she said

Chorus:

I'll walk, please come and hold my hand

Right now I'm hurt

And I don't understand

Let's just be quiet and later we can talk

Please stay, don't worry, I'll walk

Bridge:

I held her hand through everything

The weeks and months of therapy

And I held her hand and asked her to be my bride

She's dreamed from a little girl

To have her daddy bring her down the aisle

So from her wheelchair, she looks up at him and smiles and says

Chorus:

I'll walk, please hold my hand

I know that this will hurt

I know you understand

Please daddy don't cry, this is already hard

Let's go, don't worry, I'll walk

Back When We Were Gods

Written by Ward Davis and Dan Murph

Yeah me, Jim and Dan

We were all best friends

Ridin' off like cowboys

On a road that never ends

We knew it was our last time

For the time of our lives

You see, Dan was getting married

Jim was going to Desert Storm

Well, I was headin' off to college

Movin' into a dorm

So we took off in that ol' hot rod

Back when we were gods

Chorus:

You couldn't tell us nothin'

We didn't already know

And if the sign said off limits

You can bet we would go

A hundred miles an hour non-stop

Back when we were gods

There were Arizona troopers

Trailin' close behind

We knew they couldn't touch us

Once we crossed the state line

So we pulled over and showed 'em

A Tennessee moon from the California sign

L.A. was a nightmare, Vegas was a dream

Dan had won more money

Than we had ever seen

Didn't take us one day

To blow the whole wad

Yeah, back when we were gods

Repeat chorus

Thought we were invincible

Couldn't nothin' bring us down

But it didn't take long for the real world

To knock us flat on the ground

And I hope we were forgiven, for all the crazy thing we did

After all, we were just kids

Repeat chorus

Yeah, back when we were gods

When we thought we were gods

Hey, hey yeah when we thought we were gods

Ain't No Thing

Written by John Scott Sherrill and Chris Stapleton

I could get feelin' down

I could cruise downtown

And find a good place to cry

And drink a bottle dry

I could see closin' time

I could ease my mind

And all them little honky-tonk joints

Baby, what's the point

Chorus:

Ain't no thing, ain't no thing

So I'm standin' in the pourin' rain

Ain't like I've never been here before

I'm just here again

Ain't no thing, ain't no thing

So you're leavin' like a long freight train

And if I even cry at all, that'll be a cryin' shame

'Cause the sky ain't gonna fall

Girl, you know it ain't no thing

Don't feel sorry, don't feel sad

Don't feel bad about the way

You had to break my heart in two

I got news for you

It's okay, it's alright

In fact, there's nothin' quite like

Being set free

There's other fishes in the sea

Repeat chorus twice

Ain't no thing now

© 2007 Sony/ATV Songs LLC/All Mighty Dog Music/City Wolf Music, EMI April Music Inc./New Sea Gayle Music (ASCAP) (All rights for New Sea Gayle Music controlled and administered by EMI April Music Inc.) All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Songs LLC, All Mighty Dog Music and City Wolf Music administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203 All rights reserved. Used by permission.

I'm Good

Written by Mark Nesler and Marty Dodson

I got my eye on the deacon's daughter

But I'm diesel fuel and she's holy water

She don't like boys that drink, cuss and chew

That's why I'm here Lord, callin' on you

Chorus:

I know I ain't been livin' like I ought to

Lord, I swear that she could make me want to

I may be askin' you for more than I should

But just give me this girl and I'm good

That four-wheeler would have sure been dandy

A bigger boat would have come in handy

But I'm so glad that you held out on me

'Cause now I see what I really need

Repeat chorus

Yeah, baby - come on

Mmm, just one time

Come on, Lord

Here we go

Repeat chorus twice

Lord, just give me this girl and I'm good

© 2007 Nashvistaville Songs obo Itself and Nez Music, Black In The Saddle Songs (ASCAP) Romantic Fiction Music (ASCAP) All rights on behalf of Romantic Fiction Music administered by Black In The Saddle Songs (ASCAP) Used by permission. All rights reserved. International copyright secured.

Empty Handed

Written by Kip Raines and Chris Stapleton

He's a mover, he's a shaker

He's a big money-maker

Spit-shine on his alligator shoes

Doin' what he's doin'

Headin' straight for ruin

And he doesn't even have a clue

The heart of Manhattan

That's where it all happens

Got a window on the 42nd floor

Whoever would have thought it

Turns out all he ever wanted

Ain't the thing he was lookin' for

Chorus:

Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how he ever got disenchanted

Holdin' on to the good life and he can't stand it

Well, everybody leaves here empty handed

A small town beauty queen

Livin' on amphetamines

Hangin' in the Hollywood Hills

Got herself famous

In the city of the angels

With the help of the devil and the pills

Her daddy was a preacher

Even Jesus couldn't reach her

She's a victim of another disease

She's done a lot of purging

And she's had a lot of surgery

A searchin' for what she needs

Chorus:

Sometimes she wishes that the wish wasn't granted

Wonderin' how she ever got disenchanted

Holdin' on to the good life and she can't stand it

Well, everybody leaves here empty handed

Well, the cold hard truth

Is up to you

Chorus:

So if you ever wish that your wish wasn't granted

Wondered how you ever got disenchanted

Holdin' on to the good life but you can't stand it

Well, everybody leaves here empty handed

Empty handed, empty handed

Well, everybody leaves here empty handed

Empty handed, empty handed

© 2007 3 Ring Circus Music (BMI)/Songs of Windswept Pacific (BMI) All rights obo 3 Ring Circus Music administered by Songs of Windswept Pacific, EMI April Music, Inc./Sea Gayle Music (ASCAP) (All rights for Sea Gayle Music controlled and administered by EMI April Music, Inc.) All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Hometown

Written by Josh Kear, Chris Tompkins and Mark Irwin

I'm sittin' on a train bridge waitin' on sundown

River winds sittin' low on that old town

And nothin' else to do but think and toss a stone and watch it sink

Lord, I hope Heaven's a lot like my hometown

I'm walkin' down the old track, balancin' on a rail

A Sunday breeze carryin' church bells

A sunlight kaleidoscope, through the leaves of a scarlet oak

Lord, I hope Heaven's a lot like my hometown

Hallelujah, life my spirit into the sky

Until I'm home again

In the sweet by and by, by and by

I've heard the preacher talkin' about streets of gold

But I'll be fine forever, walkin' these dirt roads

The home place ain't much to see

But it's mansion enough for me

Lord, I hope Heaven's a lot like my hometown

Hey, hey Lord, I hope Heaven's a lot like my hometown - yeah

© 2007 Sony/ATV Tunes LLC/Mighty Underdog Music, That Little House Music (ASCAP), Scrambler Music (ASCAP) A division of Carnival Music Group. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC and Mighty Underdog Music administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203. All rights reserved. Used by permission. International Copyright Secured.

It's Good To Be Us

Written by Dave Berg and Tim James

Well baby, there ain't no maybe about it

I ain't made of money

So I know that you ain't hangin' 'round for that

If it grew on trees

The branches on mine wouldn't have no leaves

On a shoe-string, saving every dime we make

No Cadillac cruising, no boat on a lake

Out in no-man's-land on an old two-lane

Yeah, but we like it that way

First chorus:

It's good to be us, good to be breathing

Day after night after day, this feeling

Feels the way it should

If this is as good as it gets, then good

It's good to be us

Aw, give me this air and give me this land

When I lay down at night girl, give me your hand

I can take any hurt this world has to give

As long as I got you as long as I live

I'll make your life as sweet as I can

I'll move every mountain to be that man

That gives you space and a place to land

You wake up smiling, knowing that

Repeat first chorus

Second chorus:

It's better than best, yeah we got it made

In the shade, in the sun, in love this way - yeah

We got lucky baby, we've been blessed

Couldn't ask for more, wouldn't settle for less

It's good to be us, yeah - it's good to be us

Repeat choruses

Baby, it's good to be us

So good to be us

© 2007 Cal IV Songs (ASCAP)/BergBrain Music (ASCAP), 3 Ring Music (ASCAP)/Music of Windswept (ASCAP) All rights on behalf of Cal IV Songs and BergBrain Music administered by Cal IV Entertainment, LLC. All rights obo 3 Ring Music administered by Music of Windswept. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

Carolina Blue

Written by Bucky Covington, Mark A. Miller and Gregg Hubbard

There's somethin' missin' in the air tonight

That ol' Rockingham moon knows just how to find

Here I am a thousand miles away

There ain't nothin' like you girl, here in L.A.

Chasin' dreams and watchin' them come true

Everything is coming my way but you, but you

Chorus:

Oh, I'm Carolina blue

And I'm surely missin' you

And those Smoky Mountain nights

When you made everything right

Your voice gets me through the night

But it's breakin' my heart

Just to know that you're missin' me

Girl, that's what's keepin' me Carolina blue

We always talked about headin' out west

And takin' our chances, leavin' everything else

Standing here on this coast alone

Thinkin' 'bout you leaves one way to go

Come tomorrow we won't need a telephone

Don't look for me here 'cause I'll be gone, well I'm comin' home

Repeat chorus

'Til I'm back in your arms with only one thing to do

'Til the whole wide world is back to just me and you

Repeat chorus

Hey, hey yeah

Carolina blue, yeah

The Bible and The Belt

Written by Billy Austin, Tim Gates and Marc Beeson

Well, I grew up back in the sticks

I was raised on cornbread and scripture

And praise God for teaching me wrong from right

I had a wild streak three counties wide

Devil had me dead in his sights

It was the hand of God

That kept me out of the hands of the law

Chorus:

Mamma brought the Bible, daddy brung the belt

Mamma set the table, daddy rung the bell

The preacher did his best to show me the light

But daddy was the one that kept me walkin' the line

Mamma sang the gospel, daddy drove it home

Mamma was an angel, daddy was the brimstone

One food in Heaven, one foot in hell

I found religion 'tween the Bible and the belt

I guess it rings true

What the Good Book says

What you learn young, you never forget

Daddy's belt left quite an impression on me

I can still hear mamma's voice in the choir

She set the whole dang church on fire

And it still burns in the deepest part of me

Repeat chorus

Mamma sang the gospel, daddy drove it home

Mamma was an angel, daddy was the brimstone

One food in Heaven, one foot in hell

I found religion 'tween the Bible and the belt

One food in Heaven, one foot in hell

I found religion 'tween the Bible and the belt

© 2007 Songs of Platinum Pen (ASCAP), Songwriters of Platinum Pen Publishing/Tim Bert Music (BMI), Sony/ATV Tunes LLC/My Good Girl Music. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC and My Good Girl Music administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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