Featured Artist: Josh Turner
- Josh Turner - "Long Black Train"
There's a long black train comin' down the line,
Feeding off the souls that are lost and cryin'.
Rails of sin, only evil remains.
Watch out, brother, for that long black train.
Look to the heaven's, you can look to the sky.
You can find redemption staring back into your eyes.
There is protection and there's peace the same:
Burnin' your ticket for that long black train.
'Cause there's victory in the Lord, I say.
Victory in the Lord.
Cling to the Father and his Holy name,
And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
There's an engineer on that long black train,
Makin' you wonder if the ride is worth the pain.
He's just a-waitin' on your heart to say:
"Let me ride on that long black train."
But you know there's victory in the Lord, I say.
Victory in the Lord.
Cling to the Father and his Holy name,
And don't go ridin' on that long black train
Well, I can hear the whistle from a mile away.
It sounds so good but I must stay away.
That train is a beauty makin' everybody stare,
But its only destination is the middle of nowhere.
But you know there's victory in the Lord, I say.
Victory in the Lord.
Cling to the Father and his Holy name,
And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
I said cling to the Father and his Holy name,
And don't go ridin' on that long black train.
Yeah, watch out brother for that long black train.
That devil's drivin' that long black train.
- Josh Turner - "What It Ain't"
(Tim Mensy/Monty Criswell)
I have been around this old block before.
I've walked into abruptly closin' doors.
Schooled in hard knocks, I've learned a lot,
About how a heart can break.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.
It ain't layin' in the dark,
And wonderin' why she hasn't called,
And now it's 2 a.m.
It ain't driving by her house,
To find her wrapped up,
In the arms of you ex-best friend.
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.
You say you could show me how to love.
Baby, there's one thing you can be sure of:
I wouldn't treat you wrong 'cause I've been on,
The hurtin' side of pain.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't
It ain't showing up for dinner,
With a rose and Chardonnay,
Then drinkin' by yourself.
It ain't a postcard from Hawaii,
Sayin': "We can still be friends,
"But I met someone else."
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.
It ain't a mink coat,
Forty pairs of shoes,
Two 14-carat anklets on my Mastercard.
It ain't walkin' in a pawn shop,
Recognizing her engagement ring,
She swore she lost.
It ain't bold face lies or alibis,
That cannot be explained.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't.
If you had all day I could tell you things,
That would make a grown man faint.
I might not know what love is,
But I know what it ain't,
Yeah, I know what it ain't
