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(Kelley Lovelace/Lee Thomas Miller)
My dad chased monsters from the dark
He checked underneath my bed
An he could lift me with one arm
Way up over top of his head
He could loosen rusty bolts
With a quick turn of his wrist
He pulled splinters from his hand
And never even flinched
In thirteen years I'd never seen him cry
But the day that grandpa died,I realized
Unsinkable ships sink
Unbreakable walls break
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that
Unbendable steel bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible
And then there was my junior year
Billy had a brand new car
It was late,the road was wet
I guess the curves was just too sharp
I walked away without a scratch
They brought the helicopter in
And Billy couldn't feel his legs
Said he'd never walk again
But Billy said he would and his mom and daddy prayed
And the day we graduated,he stood up to say:
Unsinkable ships sink
Unbreakable walls break
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that
Unbendable steel bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible
So don't tell me that it's over
Don't give up on you and me
'Cos there's no such thing as hopeless
If you believe:
Unsinkable ships sink
Unbreakable walls break
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that
Unbendable steel bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
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(Mike Dekle/Byron Hill)
There's a place called Joe's
Where some of us go
When the hard working day is through
Through the neon and smoke
We laugh and tell jokes
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
Hanging side by side on the wall
Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
Sitting side by side
Down at Joe's place
Down at Joe's place
Along about midnight
A few hangers on
Are still hanging out at the bar
If the telphone rings
It's an understood thing
Joe don't know where they are
At a table in the corner
There's a young man and an empty chair
His head in his hands. tears in his eyes
And a girlfriend's ring lying there
Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
Sitting side by side
Down at Joe's place
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(Randy Bordreaux/Clint Daniels/Donny Kees/Blake Mevis)
He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue haf a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that girl was gone.
All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot.
An' fire engine red, that thing was hot.
He revved it up, she waved goodbye.
Well, love's gone to hell and so have I.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
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(Connie Harrington/Tony Martin/Tim Nichols)
So you lit her cigarette
You're feelin' pretty good
You think you've got a shot
Most girls you probably would
Yeah this is that kind of place
But she ain't that kind of girl
You're readin' it all wrong
Let me tell you about her/
She only smokes when she drinks
She only drinks now and then
Now and then when she's tired
Of bein' let down by men
You can give her a light
But it's not what you think
Everybody knows she only drinks alone
And she only smokes when she drinks
Did you ask her to dance
Let me guess, she told you no
Got to take her some place quiet
And see how far that goes
Oh, don't take it all that hard
When she smiles and turns you down
For a complicated girl
She ain't that hard to figure out
She only smokes when she drinks
She only drinks now and then
Now and then when she's tired
Of bein' let down by men
You can give her a light
But it's not what you think
Everybody knows she only drinks alone
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(Joe Nichols/Steve Dean/Wil Nance)
Well I hit the snooze when the alarm clock rings
Layin' there doin' that sleepy head thing
There's a bird out my window spreadin' his wings
Cheap chirp doin' that singin'
Thing I do when I first get up is that coffe thing in my favorite cup
Two gets me goin' got things to do
Let me tell you a thing or two
Everything's a thing is you know what I mean
Can't do nothin' 'cause there's no such thing
Some things are big, some things are small
Some mean a lot, some nothin' at all
It's all laid out in the scheme of things
No matter what it is
Everything's a thing
Off to work in my old Mustang
Doin' that bumper to bumper thing
Up ahead a ring a ling ding ding
Some guy's doin' that cell phone thing
Thing is the light's turned green and he ain't doin' that drivin' thing
And the thing is about all this that talkin' thing and drivin' don't mix
Everything's a thing is you know what I mean
Can't do nothin' 'cause there's no such thing
Some things are big, some things are small
Some mean a lot, some nothin' at all
It's all laid out in the scheme of things
No matter what it is
Everything's a thing
If you think this song ain't worth hummin'
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(Reed Nielsen/Jeffrey Steele)
Have you ever seen a river ragin' in the spring
Rushin' down a mountain fast as anything
Well, if you can picture that wild water
That would be her, only deeper
Have you ever seen an eagle soaring high above the trees
Circling the world below the epitome of free
Then you could imagine how I feel when I'm beside her
Only higher
I'm flying, I'm falling, I'm floating
And all I want to do is hold her
Closer and spend every day that passes
Thinkin' up new ways to love her more
If you've never had a vision
Of what perfect love would be
Just close your eyes and dream a dream
That just gets sweeter, an' that would be her
I'm flying, I'm falling, I'm floating
And all I want to do is hold her
Closer and spend every day that passes
Thinkin' up new ways to love her more
If you've never had a vision
Of what a perfect love would be
Just close your eyes and dream a dream
That just gets sweeter, an' that would be her
Just close your eyes and dream a dream
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(Joe Nichols/Steve Dean/Wil Nance)
Here I sit a nobody with no one
Bein' me ain't really all that fun
Leavin' her wasn't very smart
Admittin' I was wrong wouldn't be so hard
If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town
If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer brought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black
If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could be a star
If it was cool to be a fool
But we all know the way it really is
You don't get recognized for doin' things like this
You spend a lotta time feelin' sorry for yourself
It doesn't really mean that much to anybody else
If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town
If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer brought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black
If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could be a star
If it was cool to be a fool
Hey, I could be a star
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(Joe Nichols/Don Sampson)
In all the pictures that I've seen
Of how angels are supposed to be
There's an aura, a kind of emanating light
Suggesting perfection that may very well be true
But they can't hold a halo to you
Their role as protector is what God made them for
And I take comfort in knowing they're around
I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminish what they do
But they can't hold a halo to you
By their very nature they must be heaven sent
Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless
I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew
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(Mark McClurg/Jerry Salley)
You think you're smart
You think you're smooth
You think that love can't get its hands on you
I'm living proof
A man ain't that strong
You got no choice when the right one comes along
'Cause you can't run
And you can't hide
When love's got you in its sites
You might as well give up the fight
When it calls
'Cause you can't break the fall
You say it's got no chance
You make no mistakes
'Cause you've been close to the edge before and walked away
But your day's commin'
Don't kid yourself
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(Tony Haselden/Tim Mensy)
On a park bench the old man
Sat and stared into yesterday
I sat down beside him and said
"Thank God for this quite place
Between the wife and teh kids, the TV and the phone
It seems there's something always goin' on"
He said, "Son, if you think this is quite
You should follow me home"
'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
'Til you've lived in a house by yourself
When silence is all you've got left
In the rooms where your babies have slept
So don't wish for something you will regret
'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
The old man kept talkin'
Painting pictures from his memories
Did he drag out his past for himself
Or was it for me
His eyes came alive, he spoke of dancing with his wife
And playing ball with his two little boys
He said, "Son, what I hear is music, you're callin' noise"
'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
'Til you've lived in a house by yourself
When silence is all you've got left
In the rooms where your babies have slept
So don't wish for something you will regret
'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
We'll all rest in peace, on that you can bet
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(Tom T. Hall)
Now if you want to be happy,let me tell you how to do it
You get up in the morning and you get right to it
You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread
You get a little sleepy and you go back to bed
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
If everybody says you're a little to tall
Go out and get yourself a basketball
Dye your hair orange and put a ring in your ear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
If everybody says you're a little to short
Go out and get yourself a big ol' horse
You can be a jockey if you got no fear
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if you're a con man lookin' for a pigeon
Go out and start a brand new religion
Get on TV and make a money request
They can all go to heaven while they're starvin' to death
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if everybody says you're a little too rough
Go out and get yourself some boxing gloves
Beat somebody up around the ears
You can make 47 million dollars a year
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Be good to your sister and good to your brother
Be good to your poppa and good to your mother
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if everybody says you're a little to slick
Get yourself into politics
Get that office and get that power
And you can spend 47 million dollars an hour
Life don't have to mean nothin' at all
Now if you can pick a guitar and sing through your nose
Get yourself a bunchy of cowboy clothes
Sing about dying and shedding them tears
You can lose 47 million dollars a year
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(Charlie Black/Rory Michael Bourke)
Ol' Johnny's got a heart of gold
Ask anyone around here
But some nights his eyes are far away
And filled with tears
Sweet Mary Lou's just as good as they come
With a weakness for all the wrong men
From the look on her face tonight
She's been wrong again
Bartender's thinkin' to himself
As he rubs his towel around a glass
Thinkin' 'bout the man with a mem'ry
And the woman with a past
Lost souls on life's highway
Forever lookin' back
When you're livin' for the love
And the love doesn't last
You get a man with a mem'ry
A woman with a past
Bartender turns the TV down
Cranks that ol' jukebox up
Carefully selects which buttons to push
For what each song does
C-23 after J-19, it's a tonic for a broken heart
A little Stardust in the mix
It's a fine, fine art
Dim the lights a notch or two
The next round is on the house
For the man with a mem'ry
And the woman with a past
Lost souls on life's highway
Forever lookin' back
When you're livin' for the love
And the love doesn't last
You get a man with a mem'ry
A woman with a past
Oh, we've all got somethin' we've got to get around
Now and then you get the chance to help the lost get found
Stackin' chairs and sweepin' up
He can't help a little smile
Now there's a man with a mem'ry
There's a woman with a past
Lost souls on life's highway
Forever lookin' back
When you're livin' for the love
And the love doesn't last
You get a man with a mem'ry
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