Alan Jackson Album

(Eddie Cochran/Jerry Capehart)

Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

(Alan Jackson)

Two young people without a thing
Say some vows and spread their wings
Settle down with just what they need
Livin on love

She don't care 'bout whats in style
She just likes the wayhe smiles
It takes more than marble and tile
Livin on love

Livin on love, buyin on time
Without somebody nothing aint worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin on love
It sounds simple thats what you're thinkin'
But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
It doesnt take much when you get enough
Livin' on love

Two old people without a thing
Children gone but still they sing
Side by side in that front porch swing
Livin on love
He cant see anymore
And she can barely sweep the floor
Hand in hand they'll walk through that door
Livin on love

Livin on love, buyin on time
Without somebody nothing aint worth a dime
Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
Livin on love
It sounds simple thats what you're thinkin'
But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
It doesnt take much when you get enough
Livin' on love
No it doesnt take much when you get enough
Livin' on love

(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)

There's a hole in the wall
Where a nail used to be
A nail that held a picture of
The one that once held me

Now that wall's tellin' me
What I don't wanna hear
I'm tired of the word "fool"
Ringin' in my ears

Oh I guess a saner man
Would simply paint it
But I'm not sane and after all
It's my wall, ain't it
I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through
There'll be a hole in that wall
Big enough to drive a truck through

When you lose the greatest love
You've ever had
A little hole in the wall
Is enough to drive you mad

Oh I guess a saner man
Would simply paint it
But I'm not sane and after all
It's my wall, ain't it
I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through
There'll be a hole in that wall
Big enough to drive a truck through

Oh I've got this hammer in my hand
And when I'm through
There'll be a hole in that wall
Big enough to drive a truck through

She's been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
She's been reading about Nashville and all
The records that everybody's buying
Says 'I'm a simple girl myself
Grew up on Long Island'
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance

She's gone country, look at them boots
She's gone country, back to her roots
She's gone country, a new kind of suit
She's gone country, here she comes

Well the folk scene is dead
But he's holding out in the village
He's been writing songs speaking out
Against wealth and privilege
He says 'I don't believe in money
But a man could make him a killin'
Cause some of that stuff don't sound
Much different than Dylan
I hear down there it's changed you see
They're not as backwards as they used to be'

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes

He commutes to LA
But he's got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just ain't on the rally
He says 'Honey I'm a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days
This ain't no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take long
Be back in the money in no time at all'

He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, back to his roots
He's gone country, a new kind of suit
He's gone country, here he comes
Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
He's gone country, a new kind of talk
He's gone country, look at them boots
He's gone country, oh back to his roots

He's gone country
He's gone country
Everybody's gone country
Yeah we've gone country
The whole world's gone country

(Harley Allen/Mel Besher)

Well I know you hate my drinkin'
And the way I talk sometimes
But you hate it most when I don't call at night

And it's just because you love me
And you worry 'bout your man
You do the best you can with who I am

Burnin' both ends of a candle
Can leave one in the dark
And I know what I put you through
Is hard upon your heart
And it's just that you're concerned for me
Sweetheart, I understand
You do the best you can with who I am

You go to church on Sunday
While I'm still home in bed
Sleepin' off the night I had before

And sometimes you say I'm perfect
And sometimes not worth a damn
You do the best you can with who I am

Burnin' both ends of a candle
Can leave one in the dark
And I know what I put you through
Is hard upon your heart
And it's just that you're concerned for me
Sweetheart, I understand
You do the best you can with who I am
You do the best you can with who I am

(Alan Jackson)

You say your heart's been broken
And you just can't win
You say that you'll never love again
Let me tell you friend

You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love

Looked out my window and what did I see
It's another broken family
The kids are stayin' with mama at home
Daddy's livin' in a house all alone

You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love

Troubled times make it hard to stay
So many lovers take the easy way
But don't go crazy and jump ship too soon
'Cause every day can't be a honeymoon

You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
No, you can't give up on love
Oh, you can't give up on love

(Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loffin)

Well I was sitting in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me, I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth 
So I flagged you down for coffee 
But I couldn't say a thing 
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name

I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name

So I ordered straight tequila, a little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember I heard myself say
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name

I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name

The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said 'Where the heel am I and just who the hell are you?'
She said 'I was your waitress and our last name's now the same'
'Cause I;m married to you baby and I don't even know your name

I'm married to a waitress, I don't even know her name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name

(Rodney Crowell)

Well I don't drink as much as I used to
Lately, it just ain't my style
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to
They pass quicker, like when I was a child

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

And the midsummer days sit so heavy
But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind
When nothing appears in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

And somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the breeze dying down
In the magic the morning is bringing
There's a song for the friend I have found
She keeps my feet on the ground
She keeps my feet on the ground

(Max D. Barnes/Robert John Jones)

On the wrong end of the highway
When the long night has no end
When there's no one there beside me
'Til I hold you once again

Thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
And feelin' blue
Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs
That mean so much to me and you

There's a song that we first danced to
And there's a song they played the night we met
And there's a song we first made love to
That's a song I'll never forget

Thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
And feelin' blue
Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs
That mean so much to me and you

Playin' all the songs
That mean so much to me and you

(Keith Stegall/Charlie Craig)

I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
And I try to walk proud and tall
I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind
And I don't back up at all
Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue
I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze

'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy

I drive a pickup truck and I don't pass the buck
And I always speak my mind
I'm hooked on T.V., Rolaids, and B.C.'s
And I know how to have a good time
I'm a little bit rowdy and a little bit tame
Ain't no way I'm ever gonna change

'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy

Well I must admit that I've mellowed a bit
Father Time can slow you down
I'm still doin' all I used to do
It just takes a little longer now

'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy

I'm just a country boy

(Alan Jackson)

Well I know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Well that bus rolls up at home
And I just disappear

And I sure don't like to leave you
Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care
So I wrote this job description
Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there

I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well each night I take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin' songs about my life
All the good times and the bad

Then we say goodbye and we load it up
And head somewhere I've already been
Then I lay down in that double bed alone
And I thank the Lord again

I sleep eighty miles an hour
To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the people
Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well I just sing for the people

(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)

If I could have you
I know what I'd do
This time I'd be true
If I had you

If you could be mine
I'd walk that straight line
There'd be no bad times
If I had you

I made the worst mistake
One fool could ever make
Tell me it's not too late
What can I do

If I could hold you tight
I'd have the world tonight
Everything would be alright
If I had you

I made the worst mistake
One fool could ever make
Tell me it's not too late
What can I do

If I could hold you tight
I'd have the world tonight
Everything would be alright
If I had you
Everything would be alright

(Alan Jackson)

I'm always on the road
You're always all alone
And I'm not always there when I'm at home

But I'm ready for a little change
I'm ready to accept some blame
So let's back up to yesterday

Let's get back in love
Back to dreamin' of
All those little things we used to do
Let's start holdin' hands
Let's start makin' plans
Honey, let's get back to me and you

It's not like it was
When we fell in love
When all we had was enough

Well I don't like the blues
I like love that's true
Honey, let's get back to me and you

Let's get back in love
Back to dreamin' of
All those little things we used to do
Let's start holdin' hands
Let's start makin' plans
Honey, let's get back to me and you