Pat Green Album

We are walking in the footsteps of our fathers
Standing in the shadows of our mothers
Trying to learn from those who came before us
We see the road maps in the lines upon their face

And as I look out on this crazy congregation
The truth is inside we’re all the same
Come on all my sisters and my brothers
Let’s go walking
Walking in the footsteps of our Father

Now I’m the first to say I don’t know what I’m doin’
And I ain’t gonna preach what I don’t know
I ain’t no deep theologer, no PhD psychologer
I’m makin’ all this shit up as I go

But I know for sure we’re all in this together
And in a thousand years we still won’t get it right
So let’s rip a page out of ole’ Hank Williams’ hymnal
Let’s have a little church right here tonight

As I look down at the brother of my daughter
As I kneel and kiss my sister of my son
I only hope I leave a righteous path to follow
As they go walking
Walking in the footsteps of their Father

We are walking in the footsteps of our fathers
Standing in the shadows of our mothers
Trying to learn from those who came before us
We see the road maps in the lines upon their face

And as I look out on this crazy congregation
The truth is inside we’re all the same
Come on all my sisters and my brothers
Let’s go walking
Walking in the footsteps of our Father

We are walking in the footsteps of our Father
Of our heavenly Father

I'm for wildflowers in the window
Mechanics you can trust
I'm for crackers in my chili
And leavin' grudges in the dust

I'm for drive thru order takers
Who can muster up a smile
I'm for takin' in that stray dog
That's been hangin' 'round for awhile

I'm for turning off the TV
Gettin' off the internet
I'm for learning all the words
To the Gettysburg Address

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars
And boxers passed their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When an old man speaks his mind.

I'm for laid off factory workers
When the wolf is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm for Texas Margaritas
Gettin' outta debt
I'm for havin' faith in something
That hasn't happened yet

For the shy kid in the corner
Afraid to ask the girl to dance
For the ex-con outta prison
Who just wants a second chance

For the inner city teacher
With her heart stuck in her throat
Can still see God in every child
And never gives up hope

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars
And boxers passed their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When and old man speaks his mind

I'm for Detroit factory workers
When the wolf is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm counting all my blessings
When the wolf is at my door
You don't have to ask what I'm against
You don't have to guess what I'm against
You know what I'm for

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Well I sure am tired of these coffee house gigs
Cause there ain't no money and there ain't no chicks
It's gettin harder and harder to get my kicks so I bought a little ticket to Nashville
Cause I wanna see my name up in neon lights drink pink champagne and party every night
All them lucky muthers up there livin the life man I gotta get my ass to Nashville

Cause

I wanna be a country star
and take it all way to far
drinkin free in every bar
just like Bocephus

A I think it'd be a cryin shame
not to have my own airplane
I wanna go up in flames me and my guitar
Man I wanna be a country star

Well I got a drinkin problem so I'll fit right in
Gonna sing me some hits and get some famous friends
I'll be ridin shotgun with Kenny, Faith, and Tim
And I wonder how they lived without me

I'll get "Big & Rich" rich and build a big ol' house
With a big ol' fence to keep the rif raf out
Call my old girlfriends say "how ya like me now"
C'mon baby tell me what ya love about me

I'm gonna be a country star
and take it all way to far
breakin all the young girls hearts
just like Keith Urban

Man I'm thinkin that sure sounds fun
Rockin out with Brooks and Dunn
All the way to number 1
Me and my guitar
Man I wanna be a country star

Playin golf with Vince and Willie
Hangin out with Carrie UNDERneath those big spotlights

YEAH YEAH

YEAH YEAH

I'm wanna be a country star
take it all way to far
breakin all the young girls hearts
just like Keith Urban

OH

Man I think it sure sounds fun
Rockin out with Brooks and Dunn
All the way to number 1
Me and my guitar
Man I wanna be a country star

Country Star

YEAH!

Keep your head there on my shoulder.
Let's just lay here for awhile.
We can hurry when were older.
Girl don't worry about tomorrow.
That just seems so far away.
Luckily me and you, all that we have to do is follow,
just follow.

Let me be the one who sets your feet up on a road where you've never been,
oh and baby then,
you can let me take these arms and wrap you up inside a night that will never end.
I wanna be that man, if you let me.
Come on baby let me.

Baby leave those candles burning,
slide on over here to me.
If you run with me girl, you know we'll make this world stop turning,
just stop turning.

Let me be the one who sets your feet up on a road where you've never been,
oh and baby then,
you can let me take these arms and wrap you up inside a night that will never end.
I'd like to be that man, if you'd let me.
Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh.

Let me be the one who sets your feet up on a road where you've never been.

Yeah! Let me take these arms and wrap you up inside a night that will never end.
I wanna be that man, if you let me.
Sweet baby let me.

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(Pat Green)

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city,
Billboards and bullshit got her down,
Seem like you need a little hill country,
A little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me,
Ok, alright, just might get a little high tonight,
Ok, alright, carry on,

Ol' Walt Wilkins lives up in Nashville,
You know his eyes have seen the miles,
Walt why don't you jump in Jim T's caddy,
Come down to Texas and drink with me awhile,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Will go down to El Arroyo
Have some tacos and beer yeah and let ourselves go
Ok, alright
Just might try to get a ride tonight
I'm okay, I'm alright, carry on

Life will make sure that you got your troubles,
Life will make sure that you work too hard,
Ain't nobody that don't get tired,
Watching troubles pile up big in your own backyard,
Sometimes you've got to grab your world with your own two hands,
Set it spinning off on a course all your own,
Take yourself a big bag for your shoulder,
Find yourself some good times, bring them on back home,

Yeah, everybody gotta get away sometime,
Forget about yourself for awhile,
Lay your whole life upon a shelf,
Got no one to blame but your own damn self,
Ok, alright, heaven only know what gonna happen tonight,
Ok, alright, I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
I'm ok, I'm alright,
Oh carry on, yeah

It was the coldest night in Boston in the history of winter.
black outside like a murder of crows. I was six days clean and sober with a bottle on the table. a hurt inside that nobody knows. one shot away from shooting my soal straight through the ceiling and fly away from feeling all this pain that still aint gone. but flyings kinda risky, when your wings are made of whiskey and i know that ill come crashing down right after the dawn.

when theres no one around and the silence in your soul is the only sound. when the darkness that surrounds you, are you hiding from the light? when you finally hit the bottom, will you do whats wrong or right? youre gonna find out what your made of, in the middle of the night.

listen i can keep a secret, and hold it deep inside. every sin that keeps you sinner, ever lie you ever lie. when my heart is bent to breaking, from all the hell i put it through. all the love that ive forsaken, gonna run from what is true. oh now what you gonna do?

when theres no one around and the silence in your soul is the only sound. when the darkness that surrounds you, are you hiding from the light? when you finally hit the bottom, will you do whats wrong or right? youre gonna find out what your made of, in the middle of the night.

in the middle of the night

it was the codlest night in boston in the history of winter. black outside like a murder of crows.