Brooks & Dunn Album

Dirt, mud, and dust
Bibles and beer
Outlaws, barb wire, saddles, and steers
Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground.
Hard times, High winds can't bring us down

(chorus)
In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
Thats were I'm from
Cowboy town

We wear our boots to dinner
Drive our trucks to church
Solid as a rock
Salt of the earth
We like our whiskey strong
Play our music loud
Get things done by the sweat of our brow

Here in cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
That's were I'm from
Cowboy town

Winners, losers, sinners and saints
It's were a good man's word is money in the bank
Bad boys, pretty girls is the name of the game
When ya hit the ground, get up, shake off the pain
That's a cowboy town

Someday when I die and my soul is called home
High on a white horse I'll ride up on it
That golden chute will stand old St. Pete
He'll tip his hat and welcome me

To cowboy town, oh cowboy town
Son come on in to cowboy town
I'm gonna live and die
In cowboy town

I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm.
Asked you to marry me, all I had to give was my heart.
While other kids went diving into swimming holes,
You and me dove off into the great unknown.
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other.
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother.
Was an uphill battle nearly every day,
Lookin' back I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm proud of the house we built.
It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel.
It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill.
A lot of things will come and go but love never will.
Oh, I'm proud.
I'm proud of the house we built.

Still workin' our way through the land of milk and honey.
At the end of the day there's always more bills than money.
I close my eyes at night and I still feel
The same fire in my heart I fell out in that hill

I'm proud of the house we built.
It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel.
It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill.
A lot of things will come and go but love never will.
Oh, I'm proud.
I'm proud of the house we built.

Oh, look at us today.
Oh, we've come such a long long way.

I'm proud of the house we built.
It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel.
It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill.
A lot of things will come and go but love never will.
Oh, I'm proud.
I'm proud of the house we built.

I'm proud of the house we built.
It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel.
It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill.
A lot of things will come and go but love never will.
Oh, I'm proud.
I'm proud of the house we built.

I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the Stones
Soundtrack to my life is a hillbilly song
Old boys like Merle, that man in black
Said what they wanted, never looked back
I tear up to 'Crying Time'
Me and Johnny fight to walk the line

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots
I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots
Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak

We got redneck women driving ATV's
Wearing camo bikinis on CMT
I throw back a beer, I pledge allegiance to Hank
I'll take a little less pop, a lot more twang
Three cords and some down-home soul
Some things never grow old

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots
I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots
Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
I'm a Johnny Cash junkie, a Buck Owens freak

Three cords and some down-home soul
Some things never grow old

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots
I grew up country, staying true to my roots
Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed
I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak

Her Daddy gave her first pony
Then told her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well

Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart

'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said

Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons in life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry

You can buy you a brand new truck
Chrome it all out, jack it way up
You can build you a house up high on a hill
With a pool and a pond and a view to kill
You can make all the money in sight
But you aint livin the good life

Til you put a girl in it
You aint got nothin
What's it all worth
Without a little lovin
Put a girl in it
Some huggin and some kissin
If you're world's got somethin missin
Just put a girl in it

You can buy a boat and a shiny set of skis
Have some fun in the sun, float around in the breeze
You can lay out on a blanket by the lake
Drink a cold beer, polish off another day
Kick on back and watch the sky turn red
A sunset aint a sunset

Til you put a girl in it
You aint got nothin
What's it all worth
Without a little lovin
Put a girl in it
Some huggin and some kissin
If you're world's got somethin missin
Just put a girl in it

You can write you a country song
The DJ wont put it on
They wont dance or sing along

Til you put a girl in it
You aint got nothin
What's it all worth
Without a little lovin
Put a girl in it
Some huggin and some kissin
If you're world's got somethin missin
Just put a girl in it

If you're ridin in your truck
Put a girl in it

If you're gonna have a party
Put a girl in it

If you wanna live the good life
Better put a gir-r-rl in it

Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs
On his way to the stage
With a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah, and he was the poet of the Lone Star state
And I was young enough to think I was good enough
To be his openin' act

And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke
And counted one, two, three
And I knew right there, just breathin' his air
What I wanted to be

Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's
Singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there

Hey, Kix, that was 76
That was just enough beer to get us through the set
And get as high as our crowd
We got seven hundred miles, Jerry, we gotta go
Yeah, you're out of your mind, you'll never make it on time
Why not just have another round

Oh, we were tryin' to get paid, just tryin' to get laid
Livin' on love
Sleepin' on the stage, just turn another page
Never thinkin' we'd ever grow up, oh yeah

Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talkin' outlawed, long hair loners and stoner's
Singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there

Well, the way I recall the 70's
We were down in Austin and the establishment were sayin'
We were wastin' our time
Next thing I know we were makin' more money
Than we could count them
We're all bein' sued by the IRS
Havin' more fun than the law allowed

Yeah, I'm talkin' loners and stoner's
And singin' about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Yeah, they were most likely too far gone to get there

Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs
On his way to the stage
With a Martin guitar and a six pack

Tools of the trade, son

One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor
Cowboy bouncer's 'bout to bowl me out the door
Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool
That worms got a kick like a Tennessee mule
Wake up in the mornin', hurtin' head, skinned knees
Ain't no doubt about what's puttin' a whoopin' on me

Tequila goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on me fast
Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass
Tequila

Glass, salt, straight up, chilled lemon, lime
Blue on the rocks, frozen margarita time
Mexicali, Blue Agave, fire in a bottle
Too much Cabo Wabo, do the Cucharacha wobble
You think by now a drinkin' man would learn
You don't go toe to toe with that little bitty worm

Tequila goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on me fast
Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass
Tequila

Tequila goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on me fast
Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass
Tequila

I said, Tequila goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on me fast
Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass
Tequila

It's just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket
It's a wild card drawn 'til you draw to a pair
Then you draw another pair and you're getting somewhere

Just a penny on the street until you stop and pick it up
When you stop and pick it up, it can change your luck
It's just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket

Oh, it's just another day 'til it turns into night
Then the lights get bright and you feel alright
And it's just another pair of old cowboy boots
Until you're on that floor and you start to move

It's just another song on that old guitar
Until that old guitar makes you a star
It's just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket

A shot of brown liquor and a smoky bar
Can make you a little bit better than you are
A small dance floor and a long slow dance
Can turn into a real romance, take a chance

It's an innocent kiss 'til it feels like this
When it feels like this then you just can't miss
She ain't nothing but a dream 'til you find that girl
When you find that girl she can change your world

Oh, it's just another house when you're sitting alone
'Til your honey comes home, then it's on, it's on
Just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket

Take a long hot day and some bright sunshine
To make a little thing called summertime, summertime
Take a walk out on the beach and a tender touch
Make a little thing called love, talking sweet love

It's a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket
It's just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket

Just a drop in the bucket
Oh, it's just another day 'til it turns into night
Then the lights get bright and you feel alright
Just a drop in the bucket
Yeah, just another pair of old cowboy boots
Until you're on that floor and you start to move
Just a drop in the bucket

Yeah, just another song on that old guitar
Until that old guitar makes you a star
Just a drop in the bucket
It's just a drop in the bucket 'til the bucket fills up
'Til the bucket fills up it's just a drop in the bucket

Just a drop, just a drop in the bucket

Baby take my car keys, put em in your pocket
Lord knows I got no business with them
I been nursin half a beer for half and hour but the whole rooms spinnin

My brain is actin' fuzzy but the vertigo I'm feelin
Got nothing to do with inebriation
That kiss you just handed me, girl, is a staggerin revelation

Baby I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby I'm flyin on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I been down on my knees before the porcelain throne
Suffered the wrath of the god of Tequila
After dancing on a bar doin' my very best cowboy ballerina - you oughta see it

Baby I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby I'm flyin on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I built a pyramid of beer cans on a bar top in Austin
Laid to rest in them like some ancient Egyption
I can see well enough to know you're my favorite kind of intervention

Baby I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby I'm flyin on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I came staggerin' in, in the middle of the night
I got my alibi sewed up nice and tight
Cracked the bedroom door, I tried to keep it from squeakin'
'Cause I know there's a wildcat in there sleepin'
But the, the light was on and the bed was made
And there's a dear John written on a pillow case

She said, I've gone to the Bahamas, I've had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, and he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Oh yeah, I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mess
I had the telephone ringin' and her cat on my chest
I'm wipin' the sleep out of my bloodshot eyes
Oh, it's gotta be her callin' to apologize
She must be feelin' bad 'cause she done me wrong
Then I, I pushed the button on a Code-A-Phone

She said, I've gone to the Bahamas, I've had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, she said, he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Oh, and I got the stereo and she got the music
Yeah, and I got this washer but I don't know how to use it

She's gone to the Bahamas, had it with the drama
Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down
She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to

Yeah, she said, he's got a lot of money, we're goin' where it's sunny
And baby, he's a looker too
She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do
Oh yeah, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do

Maybe you can come get this cat

I know a woman
Her husband died and he left her with two little children
So she went back to school and she got a degree in business
Yeah, now she owns one

And she taught those kids you can do anything
With the heart of a true believer
Yeah, she's an American dreamer

And I've got a woman
And she waits for me with the light on 'cause she knows I'm coming
And she talks about babies and building a house in the country
Yeah, where it's sunny

And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'll never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer

Back in the sixties, well, Haggard's in prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he could walk on the moon

And a preacher named King, well, he had a dream
He believed we could all live as one
And a soldier somewhere is praying for peace
While he's cleaning his gun

American dreamers

And I had a father
He said, son, if something ain't real then you don't even bother
And he wasn't a saint but I'd swear the man walked on water
Yeah, and he taught me

I ain't just a long-legged hell-raising
Son of a pipelining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer

I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer

That anchor man says the fight began
Somewhere in the Middle East, world prays for peace
There's a single mom just got laid off when they lost a job
To some foreign hands, some faraway land

Last night in Oklahoma some twister took thirteen
And they're praying that they find the missing three
God must be busy

That highway sign went from slow ahead to traffic's dead
Thought it couldn't get worse than that Amber Alert
They say she's four, Colorado plates headed out-of-state
In a Chevy van, it's hard to understand

You can see it in the faces of all those highway strangers
They're praying that God keeps that girl from danger
God must be busy

And I know in the big picture I'm just a speck of sand
And God's got better things to do than look out for one man
I know he's heard my prayers 'cause he hears everything
He just ain't answered back or he'd bring you back to me
God must be busy

At evening news ain't much changed
Pretty much the same since I left home
Yeah, that war's still on

They found that little girl
She was soaking wet, half scared to death on the side of some road
Them prayers work, you know

And the Bloods and Cripps are at it
And there's a killer drought down south
And old folks can't afford the drugs they can't live without
God must be busy

And I know in the big picture I'm just a speck of sand
And God's got better things to do than look out for one man
And I know he's heard my prayers 'cause he hears everything
He just ain't answered back or he'd bring you back to me
God must be busy

That anchorman says the fighting's worse
Cities burn in the Middle East, world prays for peace