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I Loved Her First (10/10/2006)
10/10/2006
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We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already on that old mans list
And half way home he was shaking his fist
Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us

We saw the blue lights flashing
When my Mustang topped the hill
The chase was on, it was almost dawn
When we cut through that corn field
Thought we'd gotten away like the times before
But the sheriff was waiting with dad on the porch
And he likes locking up boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

I thought, bust that bud light bottle over Bobby's head
It was tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere
Over one to young co-ed
We don't hit the town looking for a fight
But one always finds us on a Friday night
It's dangerous being boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood
A little bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by fours
And girls that love boys like us
Yeah, boys like us, them boys like us

. . .



I was sitting on a bench with my ankle tapped up
Watching our team getting beat like a drum by a private school
They were giving high fives and acting cool
Tommy fouled out and the coach looked around
Said, 22 it looks like it's down to you
You're back in, do you think you can go again
In the back of my mind I saw an old sign hanging up in the junior high gym
Said, Never Give Up Cause Winners Never Quit And Quitters Never Win

Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

I called my folks and told em she was the one
All they could say was, we're happy for you, son
It's about time, you left your rowdy ways behind
She figured out she was destined for some other place
And a little bit more than me I guess
I got the ring back, UPS
For a while I thought I'd never smile like she made me smile again
Now I realized you can't sit around and wait for your life to mend

Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

I know you're feeling all torn down
Life's been tough and you've hit rock bottom
Ain't no body gonna do it for you
You gotta get up (gotta get up)
Try again (try again)
When the going gets tough you gotta jump back in

Sometimes you gotta suck it up
And go bite down on the bullet
Don't let nobody know
Wrap it up, walk it off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt
Sometimes you gotta play hurt

Play hurt, play hurt

Wrap it up, walk off
Tough it out, dust off the dirt

Sometimes you gotta play hurt

. . .



An old guitar with brand new strings
Your favorite faded pair of jeans
That first apartment away from home
A newborn sleeping all night long
Seeing him with no bad news
Stevie Ray playing the blues
Robert Duvall in any role
John 3:16 to a troubled soul

Yeah, there's a few ways you could define perfect
But if I only had one word it would be you
You, in every way and everything you do

The latest perfume on your neck
One candle and your silhouette
The first time I saw you standing there
The answer to my deepest prayer
Giving all your trust to me
The sweetest ability
With all my heart I promise this
For all my life I'm gonna be here in love with you
You, in every way and everything you do

You kill me, you fulfill me
More than I dreamed of
Baby, I love you
You, in every way and everything you do
Yeah, I love you
You, you

. . .



I made a trip back to my hometown last week
For my grandparent's 50 year anniversary
It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair
Your typical senior affair

They were cutting a rug to a Glen Miller tune
When someone stood up and tapped a glass with a spoon
It was old Eddie Vicker's, granddaddy's best man
And his very best friend to this day
And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne

He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use

The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
Still there after fifty years past
Here's to the makers of things built to last

We live in a world now of plastic and glue
Disposable honor, replaceable truth
If a pot breaks, why fix it
Man, what's the use
It costs less to buy it brand new

Oh, but lately I've looked in the eyes of my wife
And I see there what matters the most in this life
And I have decided I'm taking a stand
To stay on that fifty year plan
Inspired by the words of a very wise man

He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use

The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
Still there after fifty years past
Here's to the makers of things built to last
Here's to the makers of things built to last

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Originally by: Ronnie Milsap

Well, you can walk out on me tonight
If you think that it ain't feeling right
But darling, there ain't no getting over me

You can say that you need to be free
But there ain't no place that I won't be
Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me

I'll be the bill you forgot to pay
I'll be the dream that keeps you awake
I'll be the song on the radio
I'll be the reason that you tell the boys, no

Don't you know

You can tell everyone that we're through
You might even believe it too
But darling, there ain't no getting over me
Sweet darling, there ain't no getting over me

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

I'll be the face that you see a the crowd
I'll be the times that you cry out loud
I'll be the smile when there's no one around
I'll be the book that you just can't put down

So you can walk out on me tonight
If you think that it ain't feeling right
But darling, here ain't no getting over me
You'll see, sweet darling
There's ain't no getting over me
Noooo, darling
There ain't no getting over me

Noooooo, over me

. . .



Get the motor running hot

Second row, third disc
I still remember that yellow sundress
Blonde hair, blue eyes
And everytime I looked at her my tongue was tied
I was downhome, she was uptown
A girl like that don't want a redneck around
Teacher's pet, cheerleader
How's a country boy like me supposed to meet her

One Friday night I was sitting at a red light
She pulled up in a tricked out Ford truck
Revved up the engine and scared me half to death
Leaned out of the window and said

Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty

She found the first dirt road we could go down
Tore through a mudhole and spun her whole truck around
She said buckle up, it's about to get rough
I'll do the driving, you can tell me when you've had enough
Slipping and a sliding, had me working up a sweat
I looked into her eyes and said

Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty

I saw a sign that said
Bridge out up ahead
I told her slow down
She hit the gas instead
I looked around
Saw her laughing in the dashboard light
We left the ground like a bullet from a .45

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

We landed hard but we made it to the other side
My heart was pounding like my first rollercoaster ride
She turned the key off, turned to me and smiled and said
You take the wheel for awhile

Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot
Let's get dirty (get dirty) sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a backroad show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot

. . .



Have you ever popped a can
And put a pinch between your cheek and gum
Run barefooted through the woods
Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun
Patted your tomatoes by the light of the moon
Or is that too country for you

Is you're right here kicking back
Six pack on the tailgate by the tree
Kettle full of mud bugs
And a pair of levis rolled up to your knees
With a long-legged bama girl
And her born to ride tattoo
Or is that too country for you

If that's too country I understand
Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you

How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch
Picking a song with only three chords
Good and loud
Saturday night for sure
And Sunday praising the Lord

I pulled up in your driveway
With my kicking stereo turned up to ten
Would you cook a pig and float a keg
And get down with my rough and rowdy friends
Talk about big bucks, big trucks all afternoon
Or is that too country for you

If that's too country I understand
Man I can't talk any faster than I already am
But I think there might be something
Going wrong with your roots
If that's too country for you
If that's too country
For you

Is that clay a little too red for ya

. . .



Ran across a friend of mine
Hadn't seen since eleventh grade
Saw our name on the marquie sign
And stopped in to see us play

He said, man it's been a few years
I said, man, they'll let anybody in here
We sat and talked of rebel days gone by
And we laughed of how our dreams of California
Never got much past the county line
We drank a toast to long lost friends
And all those crazy things we did

It was freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly

He said, man it's funny
How that time is bound to race
And how you'd give back your right arm
To get back just a day

Or retaste your first teenage kiss
Feel them backroads turn and twist
Seeing nothing but dust in your rearview

There wasn't a car in our town any faster
Now yesterday's just rusting in my pasture
We were too big, the town was too small
But looking back we had it all

Singing freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

It was freebird in a firebird
On the way up Hawthorne road
Long necks, long hair
Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
Play the drum set on the dance floor
Lighters held up for the encore
And not a worry in that southern summer sky
And we let that freebird fly
Let that freebird fly
Fly on freebird

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Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each others face
So much in love your alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it still hard to give her away
I loved her first

How could that beautiful women with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But its still hard to give her away
I loved her first

From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first

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Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry on
It might've been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me leave
Something made me believe in

A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

This friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State's Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thou
He calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But it's too late now
Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seapt into my vains
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me is

A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

Hang around here long enough
It'll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before to long all you need is

A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

With this Mississippi mud

Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud

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Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand
And if he looks a man in the eyes
By the way he treats his tools
The way he treats a fool
And the things that he can buy
His shoes, how they shine
All that I admit

I judge a man by the woman
And her smile, the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman

You can spend all day watching work and play
Get to know his habits and his friends
Learn what makes him laugh, pry into his past
Find out what makes him cry and makes him sin
You might think you can right through
Oh, but the best thing you can do

Is judge a man by the woman
And her smile, the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Judge a man by the woman
And her smile or the light in her eyes
The way she holds him when they dance
She's the window to his soul
His best friend, don't you know
You judge the day by the sun
But you judge a man by the woman
You judge a man by the woman

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