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Hell Of A View `Eric Church`

your first and your Last ticket outta there I caught your wings on fire When I smoked my Bronco tires Outta that town I'm good at rollin' dice No good at standing still You liked the thought of

Can't Take It With You `Eric Church`

Never realized how much she brought to the table Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table use to be No cats, no bed, no heirloom antique cradle An no more hope for one day startin that family

Cold One `Eric Church`

It was a perfect day for the end of May, they say a record high I stared at that green water when out of the blue out of surprise She had her feet up on the cooler as she put our love on ice She grabbed

A Man Who Was Gonna Die Young `Eric Church`

I like fast cars, and shop grease chased a lot of crazy things left behind my share of broken pieces this morning I turned 36, and you just remember half of it you wonder how you out lived Hank and Jesus

Love Your Love the Most `Eric Church`

I love sleeping in on Saturdays And I love college football games I love not acting my age And good barbecue Yeah I'm a fan of Faulkner books And anything my mama cooks Small mouth bass have got me hooked

Dark Side `Eric Church`

Over there in the shadow, or hanging out in the corner of my mind Stringing up the gallow, waiting on me to cross that line That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself If he got out then there'd

Hell On The Heart `Eric Church`

the eyes But boy she's hell on the heart, yea Yeah she's good when she's bad She's cute when she's mad And she does all the wrong things right Yeah boy it's a fact when they're made like that You ain't

I'm Gettin' Stoned `Eric Church`

Read it in the paper Marked the date on the wall To remind myself to celebrate The day I lose it all They made plans to be together I made plans to be alone She got a rock I'm gettin' stoned Damn right

Give Me Back My Hometown `Eric Church`

Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown Man, this year's team is stout I can hear them goin' crazy

Sinners Like Me `Eric Church`

Here\'s to a long line of sinners like me La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de I come from a long line of sinners like me My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin\' boy So she had two more just

Jack Daniels `Eric Church`

yeah alright yeah, come on alright listen up I got a reputation going 'round , I aint never been the kind to back down I've thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes But jack daniels kicked my ass

Creepin' `Eric Church`

Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door, I got a little buzz and my head is sore, And from the my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the mornin' come. Justa creepin' Creepin', creepin', creepin'.

Ain't Killed Me Yet `Eric Church`

Workin' all this overtime is good at keepin' me occupied Hell with the stress It ain't killed me yet Doctor says I gotta quit Get on the wagon and off of them damn cigarettes But they ain't killed me yet

Devil, Devil (Prelude : Princess Of Darkness) `Eric Church`

your savior, if you don't she's a whore The roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes Sure we've all heard about Shell

That's Damn Rock & Roll `Eric Church`

It ain’t a needle in a vein It ain’t backstage sex It ain’t lines of cocaine on a private jet It ain’t havin’ a posse full of hangers on following you around It ain’t long hair, tattoos, playin’ too loud

The Outsiders `Eric Church`

They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint That’

Two Pink Lines `Eric Church`

slinging gravel in my Daddys Ford She cried all the way to Johnsons store I kept the motor running and parked by the door Yeah I was foolish and wild she was classic and regal we were fresh out of

How 'Bout You `Eric Church`

An theres a whole lot more like me: How bout you? I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top: How bout you? I aint got no blue-blood trust fund, I can dip in to.

The Joint `Eric Church`

was on the rural route She parked in old man Taylor's woods so she wouldn't be found out Turned off her dome light and snuck off by herself Crouched down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell

Lotta Boot Left To Fill `Eric Church`

Get ups, gimmicks, one hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough, boy bands give it up And if it looks good on TV, it'll look good on a CD Shape it up, trim it down, who gives a damn 'bout

Livin' Part Of Life `Eric Church`

I woke up early this mornin’ An’ I’m already runnin’ late Theres a list of things long as my arm I wont get dont today Is it Tuesday? Is it Wednesday?

Longer Gone `Eric Church`

Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind I tried thumbin', a freight train jumpin' Baby nothin' leaves you behind So I jump up find me a mountain Shake of the sheep I been countin' Chase that sun '

Where She Told Me To Go `Eric Church`

Muddy water coming out of the sink in there And dirty sheets up on the bed I can't get no picture on the TV screen I can't stand the ones up in my head I got the air turned down to very cold But it ain't

Pledge Allegiance To The Hag `Eric Church`

Merle Haggard) Theres a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An get loud an rowdy with PBR But at the top of every

Roller Coaster Ride `Eric Church`

A click clacking my heart keeps making an ominous sound That chain keeps dragging me up just to drop me back down I think I'm over the hump enough to see the other side That's when another thought of you

Carolina `Eric Church`

There's a cabin in a valley my grandpa built on your land Your mountains are a canvas for the Maker's hand Tonight I'm fishing up a river if only in my mind No, I haven't seen her banks in such a long,

The Ballad Of Curtis Loew `Eric Church`

Well i used to wake the mornin Befor the rooster crowed Searchin for soda bottles to get my self some dough Brought em down to the corner Down to the country store Cash em in and give my money to a man

The Hard Way `Eric Church`

burn Before my best buddy had to wind up hurt An his whole life changed Thats a lesson I wish I didnt learn the hard way Only a fool would keep a diamond ring In a box on the top of his closet He

Lightning `Eric Church`

These four walls of Farnworth Are closin in on me My final meals over Theyre gonna set me free I can feel the fires a burnin As the devil guards my door I hit my knees in search of Jesus On a cold

Homeboy `Eric Church`

old streets Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth Got the hood here snowed, but you can't fool me We both know who you are Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of