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Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt


Background information
Birth name James Travis Tritt
Born February 9, 1963
Origin Marietta, Georgia, United States
Genre(s) Country
Southern Rock
Label(s) Columbia Records
Associated acts Dana McVicker
Marty Stuart
Website Website



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Travis Tritt Album


Ten Feet Tall And Bulletproof (1994)
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(Travis Tritt)

I'm a full grown man
That's plain to see
But nowhere near as full grown
As I'd like to be
But I'll find a bar
And I'll have a few
Until I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

Now, I'd hit the dance floor
Each time I'd have the chance
That is if these two left feet
Knew how to dance
'Bout the only time
I'm kicking up my shoes
Is when I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

Well, I start to feel like Superman
Then I pick a fight
Only to find that my opponent's
Holding kryptonite
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
But, I'm still paying dues
Each time I drink and start to think
I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof

My woman left me
She called me a clown
Well, that's the general consensus
In this town
But I had it coming
Lord, to tell the truth
For acting ten feet tall and bulletproof

Well, I start to feel like Superman
Then I pick a fight
Only to find that my opponent's
Holding kryptonite
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
But, I'm still paying dues
Each time I drink and start to think

. . .


(Paul Overstreet/Al Gore)

I'm so glad you found me
Wrapped your sweet love around me
And helped me to make a new start
I was down on the bottom
Sad stories, Lord, I've got 'em
She was walkin' all over my heart

She was cheatin', she was lyin'
Alibis, I kept buyin'
It was tearin' my whole world apart
And like the fool she made of me
I kept thinkin' that she loved me
But she was walkin' all over my heart

Oh, today more than ever
I believe love's forever
And it's you who brought back that spark
So, I'm stickin' with our love
I was so sick and tired of

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(Travis Tritt)

She stayed up all night and cried into her pillow
And fought off the urge to just break down and call
Last night to find the fault seemed so darn easy
But now whose to blame don't matter much at all
She thinks if she calls him it just shows weakness
So the hurt goes on with every tear she's cried
Ain't it sad to see a good love fall to pieces
Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride

Turn out the lights the competition's over
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight
And while the bridges burn, another hard-hard lesson's learned
As through the ashes passion slowly dies
And this romance goes down to foolish pride

He relives every word they spoke in anger
He walks the floor and punches out the wall
To apologize to her would be so simple
But instead he cries I'll be damned if I'll crawl
If he loses her he's lost his best friend
And that's more then just a lover can provide
So he wrestles with emotions that defeat him
Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride

Turn out the lights the competition's over
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight
And while the bridges burn, another hard-hard lesson's learned
As through the ashes passion slowly dies
And this romance goes down to foolish pride


. . .


(Travis Tritt)

I was born a country singer
I love Charlie Pride
Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her'
Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried'
Yes, I love Hank Williams
But I still love rock 'n roll
Hank Jr., me and Waylon
We're all cut from the same mold
And they say country's changin'
And we must all adjust
But I still think there's lots of room
For old outlaws like us

I love to jam with the Skynyrd band
'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones
And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash
And I've sung with George Jones
And I have played on the Opry stage
Where the country legends stood
Where you don't give lies or alibis
'Cause they don't do no good
And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed
Though I have been kicked and cussed
But it's nothing new to moan the blues
For old outlaws like us

And I wear this country banner
And I'm proud to wave the flag
And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray
But I'll cast my vote for Hag
And when all those screamin' metal bands
Have corroded into rust
There'll still be a show on Music Row
For old outlaws like us

Now, I don't have a crystal ball
To tell what lies ahead
But I play my way, though some folks say
Country rock is dead
And you may call me old-fashioned
You may think I'm insane
But rhythm and blues is in my blood
And pumping through my veins
And I've still got some loyal fans
That I know I can trust
Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll
And old outlaws like us

And I wear this country banner
And I'm proud to wave the flag
And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray
But I'll cast my vote for Hag
And when all those screamin' metal bands
Have corroded into rust
There'll still be a show on Music Row

. . .


(Marty Stuart)

Another day on Highway 41
It's a long black snake that runs to the sun
My mama told me since the day I was born
Son, down in the southland is where you belong

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery

I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack
I draw my money from a cotton sack
But I finally found one thing that's free
That's been hard times and misery

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery

Watermelon's are hanging on the vine
Thirty some odd years of wasted time
When I wake up, Lord, that's all I see
It's hard times and misery
But there's a train that runs through this town
Every evening when the sun goes down
Tomorrow night at 8:03
No more hard times and misery

So, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me

. . .


(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)

When you told me you were leaving
Girl, I didn't believe a word
'Cause to think that you'd walk out on me
Just sounded too absurd
I'd like to change the things I did
That tore our love apart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

Well, I'm hoping and I'm praying
You'll give me one more try
'Cause it's an awful price I'm paying
With the tear drops that I've cried
I guess I should have listened
If I had only been that smart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

I found out it's the little things
That made our house a home
You'd be surprised how much I've learned
Every day since you've been gone
But I wished I'd learned that lesson
Before it broke my heart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part

Well, I'm hoping and I'm praying
You'll give me one more try
'Cause it's an awful price I'm paying
With the tear drops that I've cried
I guess I should have listened
If I had only been that smart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part


. . .


(Keith Stegall/Charlie Craig)

I was sittin' at a table
In a little club downtown
Playin' songs on the jukebox
And pourin' whiskey down

When I heard a sweet voice sayin'
"Would you like some company?"
And I had to tell her
This is just between an old memory and me

All my friends tell me
That I'm a fool for holding on
I know their trying to help me
But I've been a fool too long

And I don't want to talk about it
So why can't they just let me be?
'Cause this is just between
An old memory and me

And I'm not hurtin' anybody
As far as I can see
I just need to be alone sometimes
While she goes walkin' through my mind

Oh, I'm not hurtin' anybody, yeah
As far as I can see
I just need to be alone sometimes
While she goes walkin' through my mind

And I don't want to talk about it
So why can't everybody see?
This is just between
An old memory and me

Oh, Yeah, Yeah!

This is just between

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(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)

I took some time down by the ocean
Just to try and shake the notion
That my world could not continue without you
So I took a long vacation
Traveled all around the nation
Trying hard to rearrange my point of view
I went from Birmingham all the way to Boulder
And when I looked over my shoulder
All I could see was your sweet face shining though
And no matter how hard I try
To fight off the urge to cry
It seems there ain't no vacation from the blues
And I can run but I can't hide
From the pain I feel inside
And there's no one but myself left to accuse
So with all these bridges burned
There's no pages left to turn
And there ain't no vacation from the blues
Baby, don't misunderstand me
I'm not playing any games
I'm trying to find a rainbow
But I can't find it for the rain
So with all these bridges burned
There's no pages left to turn
And there ain't no vacation
Said there ain't no vacation
Said there ain't no vacation

. . .


(Stewart Harris/Jim McBride)

He was born in the big iron city
Deep in the heart of Dixie, yes he was now
Raised on the good Book
Taught to take a good look at what's going on
His daddy was Birmingham lawman
A servant of the people through and through
They say blood is thicker than water
So the boy got a badge and a suit of blue

He was long on southern justice
Practiced his law out on the street
Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
Dedicated to keep God's children free

There are two sides to every big city
And he walked on the side that wasn't pretty
A solitary ranger
He had to deal with the danger 'round every turn
Every day was a tightrope of decision
Between a forty-four and a heart of gold
Some of those hard case confrontations
Would cut him like a switch-blade to his soul

He was long on southern justice
Practiced his law out on the street
Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
Dedicated to keep God's children free

Late one night down on Crack Street Alley
He walked up on a bad deal goin' down
He knew what he'd done
When he saw that shotgun swing around
He drew then froze in hesitation
When he saw that fourteen year old face
Then the fire from that shotgun barrel
Blew all his burdens away
Blew his burdens away

He was long on southern justice
Practiced his law out on the street
Drew the line for the criminal mind to see

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