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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


More... (1999)
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If anybody had told me that anybody'd have a hold on me
I'd say they were out of their mind
But speakin' of crazy, I'm findin' lately
All I want, all I need, all the time is

More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more

I can't explain it; I'm more than infatuated
You got me good, I got it bad
There's no doubt about it; I can't live without it
What you got I just gotta have
So gimme

More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more

Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more more and more and more
You keep me comin' back for more
Gimme some more
I'm coming back for more

. . .


(Dean Miller/Stacy Dean Campbell)

Go ahead and tell me that you never really loved me, baby
Go ahead and tell me that the things I do have always made you crazy
Don't worry, darling
Don't worry, darling, that's okay
'Cause I'm gonna love you anyway
I'm gonna love you anyway

Go ahead and let it fall to pieces, tell me I've been blind
Maybe if I'd only seen it coming I'd have found a way to change your mind
Don't worry, darling
Don't worry, darling, that's okay
'Cause I'm gonna love you anyway
I'm gonna love you anyway

I'm gonna love you
In spite of it all
Drop everything, baby, run when you call
You're gonna stumble
You're gonna fall
And I'll be there
I'll be there for you

Go ahead and tell me that you're sorry no one else could take my place
I know that's what you're thinking I can see it by the way it's written on your
face
Don't worry, darling
Don't worry, darling, that's okay
'Cause I'm gonna love you anyway
I'm gonna love you anyway
I'm gonna love you anyway

Go ahead and tell me that you never really loved me, baby

. . .


(Mark D. Sanders/Tim Johnson)

Darlin' here's a photograph of my old high school class
No I ain't been back in quite a while
See there that's Emma Lou, the one I gave my heart to
But there's a story you can't see behind her smile
It was gonna last forever, we were gonna see the world
So I guess you're curious just what became of her, well

She's still there in Oklahoma
She's still seventeen
She's livin' with her Mama
Workin' at the Dairy Queen
And she's still standin' on the front porch
With a red ribbon in her hair
The rest of us have scattered everywhere
But she's still there

Everett went to Omaha, he majored in business law
Jill's in Arkansas with husband number two
That's her best friend Jolene, she joined up with the Marines
I hear Billy Green's on a beach in Malibu
Yes and Emma would be happy if she could only see us now
'Cause we're livin' out the lives that she only dreamed about

She's still there in Oklahoma
She's still seventeen
She's livin' with her Mama
Workin' at the Dairy Queen
And she's still standin' on the front porch
With a red ribbon in her hair
The rest of us have scattered everywhere
But she's still there

Lord, I know I'll never see her
With silver in her hair
I know she's really gone
But in my heart I'd swear

She's still there in Oklahoma
She's still seventeen
She's livin' with her Mama
Workin' at the Dairy Queen
And she's still standin' on the front porch
With a red ribbon in her hair
The rest of us have scattered everywhere
But she's still there

Emma's still there

. . .


I am grounded
But I have wings to fly
I just don't use them
I just look up in the sky
And keep 'em hidden
Bound up in a coat and tie
'Til the world is ready for a man with wings to fly

But I will fly someday
I'll break these feet of clay
Then I'll be on my way
My way

I am feeling
Though I do not shed a tear
My eyes are dusty
Though I have faced my fear of fears
I am shaken by the coming on of the years
I am a feeling man but I cannot shed a tear

But I will cry someday
I'll break these eyes of clay
Then I'll be on my way, my way
Someday

Oh someday

I am loving
Though I make my bed alone
I've had lovers
But I have no one of my own
But I could feed her
From the garden I have grown
I am a loving man though I make my bed alone

But I will love someday
I will break this heart of clay
Then I'll be on my way, my way
Someday
On my way, someday
I'm gonna love someday

. . .


(Stephony Smith/Aimee Mayo/Jive)

Is this wrong or is this real
Should I deny the way I feel
Every time I get close to you
Feels like I'm doin' somethin'
I'm not supposed to

Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love

Do I dare cross this line
'Cause girl, my desire might make you mine
This temptation is such a rush
How much of you am I worthy of

Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love

Every time I get close to you
Feels like I'm doin' something
I'm not supposed to

Can I want your love
Would it be ok
I wonder what you would say
If I kissed your lips
Would it shock your heart
Or do you want to go that far
Can I want your love

Can I want your love
Can I want your love

. . .


That old photograph of us sure looks out of place
Layin' on your bag out in the hall
You're takin it to remind you of our better days
The ones you say you'll miss when you're gone

Chorus
Don't lie don't try to fool me
Cause girl, I know whats goin on
Don't lie you owe it to me
Believe me, leave well enough alone
So just go ahead and say goodbye
But don't lie

Well, I"ve seen all his letters in the closet
caught a drift of his cologne on you at night
so don't stand there and act so broken hearted
tell me how its killing you inside

CHORUS

But don't lie

Just come out and say it
Don't worry I can take it
Don't you think that I deserve the truth?

Chorus

Oh, Just don't lie....

. . .


(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one

And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage

I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that I can't forget

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
Of a working man's wage

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age

. . .


(Trace Adkins/Kenny Beard/Sarah Majors)

He lost his job that mornin' stopped off and bought a fifth of pride
A reality eraser, a little taste to help face her that night
He broke his same ol' promise when he showed up with whiskey on his breath
That night he can't remember, the one that she can't forget

Now he's been clean and sober since twenty-three October '95
His drinking days are over but there's that one she can't get off her mind
He tries to apologize but can't recall and don't realize
She won't forgive whatever he said
That night he can't remember, the one she can't forget

Well, she never has remarried 'cause she never has stopped carryin' the pain
It serves as a reminder that the man she left behind her just couldn't change
If she only knew she probably saved his life the night she left
That night he can't remember, the one that she just can't forget

Now he's been clean and sober since twenty-three October '95
His drinking days are over but there's that one she can't get off her mind
And he tries to apologize but can't recall and don't realize
She won't forgive whatever he said
That night he can't remember
Oh the night he can't remember, the one she can't forget

The night he can't remember is the one she can't forget

. . .


You say his memory is a habit that won't
let you go
I'll help you kick it
If you're looking for a ride on a real smooth road
I'm you're ticket
If you're holding onto seeds you been
wanting to sow
If you wanna break ground, I'll break out the hoe
If you want a little garden where some lovin'
can gow
I can dig it

If you wanna build a fortified house of love
I can brick it
Name me something that you want, ain't a task
too tough
I can get it,
If you're lookin' for a man that can do all that
If you want your broken heart to be your last
If you wanna big hole to bury your past
I can dig it

Chorus
If you're buying what I'm selling
Just say the word
And I'll roll up my sleeves
And baby, I'll get to work

If you're sick and tired of a liar
and cheater
If you want a true love 'til you
meet St. Peter
A drink from a well where the
water is sweeter
I can dig it, yeah I can dig it

Chorus
If you're buying what I'm selling
Just say the word
And I'll roll up my sleeves
And baby, I'll get to work

Can you dig it, baby?

. . .


(Michael P. Heeney/Casey Beathard/Michael White)

It's a song on the radio
It's your picture on the wall in my bedroom
It's any one of a million memories
Girl, everything takes me back but you

It's every place that we've ever been
It's running into someone we both knew
Or it's the face of a total stranger
Girl, everything takes me back but you

I've called you up I've begged and pleaded left love letters at your door
Though I broke your heart you gotta believe it hurt me even more
So what's it gonna take, what ya wanna hear Girl, I think I've paid my dues
And it might be just but it don't seem fair that everything takes me back but
you

It's a sound or it's the silence
It's the thought of what I've done
I can't undo
Or it's the dream I can't put behind me
Girl, everything takes me back but you

I've called you up I've begged and pleaded left love letters at your door
Though I broke your heart you gotta believe it hurt me even more
So what's it gonna take, what ya wanna hear Girl, I think I've paid my dues
And it might be just but it don't seem fair that everything takes me back but
you

It's the night or it's the morning
It's the thunder rolling in before it rains
Or it's a long, long, long, long stretch of highway
Girl, it's nothing and it's everything, it's everything

Everything takes me back but you
Girl, everything takes me back but you

. . .


See that boy standing there by the dance floor
He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man
Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
And an empty Copenhagen can
He's talkin cowboy this and cowboy that
Well I'll bet one thing's for sure
The only stampede that he's ever seen
Is the clearance at the western store

Chorus
All hat and no cattle,
That boy just ain't real
All boots and no saddle,
Dont know how to make
A cowgirl feel
Think I'm gonna tell him to
Pack up his act and go
Back where he came from
'Cause all hat and no cattle
Ain't gonna get it done

He's just a smooth-talkin, long-tall slow-walkin'
Drugstore-made-up dude
So honey don't you fall for that fake Texas drawl
He ain't right for you
What you need's a man that ain't just a hat stand
When you get him home
Well, I don't look like much, but I can
sure saddle up
And ride with you all night long

Chorus
All hat and no cattle,
That boy just ain't real
All boots and no saddle,
Dont know how to make
A cowgirl feel
Think I'm gonna tell him to
Pack up his act and go
Back where he came from
'Cause all hat and no cattle
Ain't gonna get it done

All hat and no cattle
Ain't gonna get it done

. . .


(Steven Dale Jones)

One out of two ain't gonna make it
Those are the odds these days
And in a world of statistics
He's left tryin' to survive
'Til every other Friday at five

He counts the days and then the hours
'Til he can hold his babies in his arms
And they'll be watchin' out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five

For forty-eight hours they're with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he's out of time
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he'll arrive
On every other Friday at five

So let's not put 'em in the middle
And play tug-of-war with their little hearts
But let mamas and daddies
Smile hello and wave goodbye
On every other Friday at five

For forty-eight hours they're with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he's out of time
Some folks call him a deserter but his kids know he'll arrive
On every other Friday at five

And they'll be watchin' out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five

. . .


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