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Trace Adkins
Trace Adkins


Background information
Birth name Tracy Darrell Adkins
Born January 13, 1962
Origin Springhill, Louisiana, USA
Genre(s) Country
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Capitol Nashville Records
Show Dog-Universal Music
Associated acts 38 Special
Toby Keith
Jamey Johnson
Randy Houser
Blake Shelton
Ronnie Milsap
Website Website



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Trace Adkins Album


Dangerous Man (08/15/2006)
08/15/2006
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Usually I'm level-headed ain't too excitable
Keep it on the slow and steady, Mr. Dependable
Always had the same job, the same look, the same friends
That's the way its gonna stay
That's the way its always been

I never knew I had another side
But girl with you I'm Jekyll and Hyde

Chorus:
When the lights are down low
And you nibble on my neck
I cant be held responsible
For what might happen next
No telling what Ill do
When I get you in my hands
With a woman like you
I'm a dangerous man
Yeah I'm a dangerous man

All the things I want to do
All the things I want to say
I never met anyone
Ever made me feel this way
You're like a drug, baby
You make me crazy, honey
Make me want to rob a bank
And make love in the pile of money

Don't try to act all
Innocent and sweet
Cause you know exactly what it is you do to me

(Repeat Chorus)

I'm a fairly dangerous man

. . .



She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed
They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down South for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Now shes coming home to visit
Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy

With a farmers tan

Shes riding in the middle of his pickup truck
Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling, Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope theyll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl

Or why shes riding in the middle of a pickup truck
Blaring Hank Jr., yelling, Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You can train em, you can try to teach em
Right from wrong but its still gonna turn em on

And they go riding in the middle of a pickup truck
Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling, Turn it up!
You can raise her up a lady but theres one thing
You just cant avoid
Ladies love country boys
They love us country boys

. . .



I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a souped up car on a county road
Nothin' much to do back then
So we'd make bets
On how much drink a guy could hold
And I held my own
Learn to hold my own

Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
Mama taught the Sunday bible class
For eighteen years I remember thinkin'
There was more to life than that
So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
Goin' just as fast as I could fly
'Cause I came here to live
I didn't come here to die

Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
Daddy he'd say listen son
But back then there wasn't much
That I didn't already know

I reckon I was doing close to 80
When I felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
And He found me upset down in a ditch
Smokin' gas in my eyes
And He said son you came here to live
You didn't come here to die

Sunday morning I got up and I went to church
That summer I got a job and I went to work
Met a girl in town put some money down
On a little house with a yard

Our little boy was due in September
But he came early in July
For eighteen days all I remember
Was settin' there at his side
Sayin' son open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
'Cause you came here to live
You didn't come here to die
Son you came here to live

. . .



(Talking) take me out to the ball game

INTRO

Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing
Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing
(Strike one)
Hey baby do you do come here often
(Strike two)
Hey baby now what's your sign
(Strike three)
Hold on now where you goin'
(He is out)
Jimmy's out next in line
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing

INSTRUMENTAL

(First Base)
Why yes I went to Harvard
(SAFE)
I majored in pre-med
(He's got a big lead)
(Picked off)
Just stayed for one semester
(It could be he's out)
Toms out who's next
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing it now

SOLO

Everybody strikes out nine times out of ten
But you got to step up to the plate son 'cause every now and then
(Fast ball)
She walked right up to me
(Here's the pitch)
Said could I take you home
(Theirs a drive)
Hey boys I'll see you later
(It could be, it...it is!)
Goin' goin' goin' gone
(Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing) 6x's

. . .



Ain't no ride like a 65 Mustang
Ain't no cool like James Dean cool
Ain't no man alive tough as ol' John Wayne
And ain't no woman like you

Ain't no rose like the yellow rose of Texas
Ain't no freedom like the last day of school
Ain't no whiskey like Tennessee Whiskey
And there ain't no woman like you

I ain't been around the world
But I've been around the block
Don't claim to know it all
I just know what I got
Something I've never had
And I ain't gonna lose
No baby
Ain't no woman like you

Thought I knew sweet
Til I tasted your kisses
Thought I'd been moved
Til I saw you move
Thought I knew love but now I know what I was missin'
'Cause there ain't no woman like you

I ain't been around the world
But I've been around the block
Don't claim to know it all
I just know what I got
Something I've never had
And I ain't gonna lose
No there
Ain't no woman like you
Ain't no other woman

Ain't no sound
Like a wide open Harley
Ain't no blues
Like the Memphis blues
And baby by the way did I forget to mention
That there ain't no woman like you
No there ain't no woman like you
No other woman
Ain't no other woman like you babe
You're the only one

. . .



Ahhh yeah....
I'm gonna preach you now brothers & sisters, listen...

Northern dolls, pretty please
Dot their I's and cross their T's
Black skirt, high heels, show you no pity

Sunshine smile, Pacific Gals
Got the DNA mojo know-how
Yes, man, they can make you so dizzy

Made out of Heaven's grand design
It's right there across that Mason-Dixon line

Georgia girls get you jumpin'
Bama belles set hearts pumpin'
Texarkana maids are somethin' with their sweet tea hospitality
Mississippi ladies' mission
Keep them Yankee boys a wishin'
Ol' Webster's definition is zippity-doo-dah what we do to ya
The girls with Southern Hallelujah

Well hey who knew the way they talk
How do you dos and bless your hearts
And hey y'all drawls melt you like butter

Lose your Ps and Qs
They'll set you down
Give you a who to
They'll hush your mouth
Nice to find some spice in the sugar

Restores my faith in humanity
Can I get a witness out there
Who agrees with me?

Georgia girls get you jumpin'
Bama belles set hearts pumpin'
Louisiana maids are somethin' with their sweet tea hospitality
Mississippi ladies' mission
Keep them Yankee boys a wishin'
Ol' Webster's definition is zippity-doo-dah what we do to ya
The girls with Southern Hallelujah

Their kinda beauties just born to make us cry
Don't ask me how I know cuz I can't tell ya why
Just know that I'm one helluva lucky guy
Whoa oh and then some
Can I get an amen, son?
Amen now.

Georgia girls get you jumpin'
Bama belles set hearts pumpin'
Carolinas maids are somethin' with their sweet tea hospitality
Mississippi ladies' mission
Keep them Yankee boys a wishin'
Ol' Webster's definition is zippity-doo-dah what we do to ya
The girls with Southern Hallelujah
Southern Hallelujah
Yeah, amen son

. . .



If you're tellin me I'm not on fire
You're just preachin to the choir
I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin
Last night I watched the evening news
It was the same ol nothin new
It should have cut me right in two
But it didnt
I dont know why it didnt

But I wanna feel somethin
Somethin thats a real somethin
That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive
I wanna heart that beats and bleeds
A heart thats bustin at the seams
I wanna care, I wanna cry, I wanna scream
I just wanna feel somethin

If you're tellin me thats just how it is
I don't buy it cause once I was kissed
By a red-headed girl with cherry lips
On her porch when I was sixteen
And I felt it somewhere in my soul and time stood still and I couldn't let go
I cant tell you cause I don't know how I got so cold
When did I get so cold

Chorus: I just wanna feel somethin
Somethin thats a real somethin
That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive
Run my fingers through your fingers, across your face and through your hair
And close my eyes and breathe you in like air
I just wanna feel somethin

I hate that I'm jaded and I make you cry
But still you stick around me, only God knows why
Damn it all to hell, I'm done
Cause I don't like what I've become
So come here, baby
Come here, baby

(Repeat Chorus)

Come here, baby

. . .



Ain't no whiskey in this glass
Try not to smoke too many cigarettes
I stay away from Mary Jane
These are my choices

Ain't gonna judge you if you do
So don't you judge me if I don't
I got my reasons, my demons and my past
But hey the truth is
Yeah the truth is

I get high
Drivin' down the freeway
Just knowin' that it's Saturday
And I got no place to be
I get high
Standin' in the spotlight
No words for what it feels like
When you sing these songs back to me
If you ask me now
I'll tell you this is how
I get high

Sometimes this world can be too much
Somedays I feel like bein' out of touch
And I see a sunset that takes my breath away
And I find hope again
Set there and drink it in
I get high
Drivin' down the freeway
Just knowin' that it's Saturday
And I got no place to be
I get high
Standin' in the spotlight
No words for what it feels like
When you sing these songs back to me
And if you ask me now
I'll tell you this is how
I get high

I get high
Standin' in the spotlight
No words for what it feels like
When you sing my songs back to me
And if you ask me now
I'll tell you this is how
I get high
Yeah this is how I get high

. . .



Alright

Everyone knows I'm the hard workin' peace lovin' type
I walk a thousand miles out of my way
Just to keep from a fight
Poke fun at the way that I talk
Or this hat that I wear
You can say what you want about me
See if I care

But one slip of the tongue 'bout my God Or my mama
Or this flag that I wear on my shirt
You'll see a side of me man
That I don't think you wanna
Cause them there's fightin' words

Now don't get me wrong
I've swapped skin now and then in my youth
I was all for an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Now the older I get
The less I wanna stand toe to toe
But before you go runnin' your mouth
I think you oughta know

That one slip of the tongue 'bout my God
Or my mama
Or this flag that I wear on my shirt
You'll see a side of me man
That I don't think you wanna
Cause them there's fightin' words

Chevrolet or Ford
The south or the north
That ain't gonna get me worked up
But I'll draw the line
Everytime when it comes to the things that I love

So one slip of the tongue 'bout my dog
Or my woman
Or this country that I proudly serve
You'll see a side of me man
That you damn sure don't wanna
Cause them there's fightin' words
Yeah, them's fightin' words
Ahh them's fightin' words, Hoss

[spoken]
Excuse me
First amendment?
Son, the first amendment protects you from the government
Not from me
You can say whatever you want to out there
You come within reach of me
I'll exercise my right to give you a good ol' country ass whoopin'
Is what I'll do for you
By God

. . .



They say that smokin' ain't allowed in here
But I don't care
Try to sneak you some
Saw your buddies at the barber shop
And they sure fight a lot
Just like they've always done
You look at me
Like you don't know who I am
But that's alright
Cause I know who you are

You're the stubborn one
My great-granddaddy's son
The one who drank his whiskey from a coffee cup
Time has stripped you of
So many things you love
But you keep fightin' on
Cause you're the stubborn one

Remember when we saw Hank Aaron play
I was in second grade
You snuck me out of school
And you wore overalls to Sunday church
You said the Good Lord's work
Ain't done in a monkey suit
You bought your tires down at
Eddie Shaw's garage
You said K-Mart didn't need your dollar

You're the stubborn one
My great-granddaddy's son
The one who drank his whiskey from a coffee cup
Time has stripped you of
So many things you love
But you keep fightin' on
Cause you're the stubborn one

The nurses wonder why
I keep comin' back
They tell me you can't hear me
I guess I'm more like you
Than anybody knew
I can't let go of what I hold so dearly
The stubborn one

You're the stubborn one
My great-granddaddy's son
The one who drank his whiskey from a coffee cup
Time has stripped you of
So many things you love
But you keep fightin' on
Cause you're the stubborn one
You're the stubborn one

Yeah, the stubborn one
You're the stubborn one

. . .



Alright
Take a trip from here

Bogalusa, Baton Rouge,
New Orleans, Picayune,
Boloxi, Pascagoula,
Mobile Bay,Big full moon
Diesel up just north of Destin
Headed cross to Jacksonville
Love to see the world come at me
Through the bugs
On a big windshield
Yeah, that's right

Tear it down in Raleigh-Durham
Haven't got an hour to lose
Head up to the coast to Virginia
Read the newest Newport News
Back across the Appalachians
Blowin' into Louisville
Love to feel the big wheels turnin'
Always have and always will

Somewhere inside me
There's a new direction
Somewhere before me
There's an open road
Can't go to sleep
Without that diesel singin'
Somebody tellin' me
It's time to go
Let's ride
Come on boys, let's ride
Come on boys, let's ride

Little Rock, Texarkana,
Dallas, Fort-Worth and El Paso
110 in the desert
Pedal down
Go dog go
Always love to see the people
Always love to hear the crowd
Always love to bring a party
Turn it up and play it loud

Somewhere inside me
There's a new direction
Somewhere before me
There's an open road
Can't go to sleep
Without that diesel singin'
Somebody tellin' me
It's time to go
Let's ride
Come on boys, let's ride

Let's ride like the wind
I'll be back again
As sure as this world's spins around
One day I might find a reason
To shut this thing down
But for now
Let's ride

Somewhere inside me
There's a new direction
Somewhere before me
There's an open road
Can't go to sleep
Without that diesel singin'
Somebody tellin' me
Tell me, it's time to go
Let's ride
Come on boys, let's ride
Come on boys, let's ride
Yeah
Let's ride

. . .



I wanna tell you that I'm sorry
I wanna say that I was wrong
I wanna tell you that this circus
That we been living in
Ain't where we belong
It's like the Grand Canyon
And we're out here on the edge
But we're still standin'
Baby we haven't fallen yet

I don't wanna talk anymore tonight
Fallin' through the trap
Of who's wrong and who's right
It's easy to see
The way you're lookin' at me
That you just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way

We both know love's not perfect
It's good, it's bad, it's everything
You know what makes it worth it
For the all the moments in between
There's a deep ocean
Sometimes it's sink or swim
These are real emotions
So baby let's dive in

I don't wanna talk anymore tonight
Fallin' through the trap
Of who's wrong and who's right
It's easy to see
The way you're lookin' at me
That you just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way

Baby

You just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way
Oh
Don't let our words get in the way
Don't let our words

. . .


Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo

Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)

Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)

We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk

That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk

(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk]

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