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A Bad Way Of Saying Goodbye `Trace Adkins`

You left without saying I love you And that makes three days in a row Now that you're tired of pretending It's time that I let you know I don't disagree with your feelings We both need to find

My Way Back `Trace Adkins`

Mama put a bible in my glove box And a hot homemade apple pie on the passenger's seat She said ？？짖??You'll always be my baby？？짖??

Don't Lie `Trace Adkins`

That old photograph of us sure looks out of place Layin' on your bag out in the hall Takin' it to remind you of our better days The one's you say you'll miss when you're gone Don't lie, don't try to fool

Baby I'm Home `Trace Adkins`

hundred candles burnin', she's got next to nothin' on, Yea, yea, Baby I'm Home, I been away way too long I been waitin', I been workin', wantin' you so bad it's hurtin' Now I'm back where I belong, Baby

Someday `Trace Adkins`

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

You're Gonna Miss This `Trace Adkins`

She was staring out the window of that SUV Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn 18" She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules" Momma put the car in park out there in front of the

A Little Bit Of Missin' You `Trace Adkins`

they closed down I-29 Gonna make me an hour late Ain't nothin' more I hate Yeah, a little bit of missin' you Goes a long, long way Chorus: I can't image Not always havin' Your sweet love makin' my day

Every Other Friday At Five `Trace Adkins`

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

I Can't Outrun You `Trace Adkins`

95 down the interstate Mile high on a jet plane A desert road or a downtown train It's all the same, I can't outrun you I can move to another town Where nobody'd ask where you are now L.A. or Mexico No

More `Trace Adkins`

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

Don't Mind If I Don't `Trace Adkins`

"Got a little shade, got a little sun Got a long list of things to get done Too bad So sad Got a little swing out on the porch Old dog pantin' by the screen door Wants to play catch Go fetch I got you

I Wish It Was You `Trace Adkins`

A car goes by and I see your face A strangers face in the window And I wish it was you I'm in a room Its a crowded room A friend walks up to say hello And I wish it was you Cause every memory that haunts

Twenty-Four Seven `Trace Adkins`

I've got this craving around the clock And it's got a hold on me I've had it bad since the moment we met I can't get no relief You're the only train of thought on my one track mind Going ninety

Ala-Freakin-Bama `Trace Adkins`

She wore a pink 'Bama do-rag Smackin' on Juicy Fruit Red clay stickin' To her Timberland boots A tight white t-shirt Showin' off her Talledega tan I said darlin' where you from She said, watch your tongue

Muddy Water `Trace Adkins`

Eighteen wheeler dropped me off at that city limit sign Sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes It's a long way from where I've been back to my hometown But there's a man in me I need to drown Baptize me

My Heaven `Trace Adkins`

Everybody has their own idea of heaven What kind of paradise they'll see. Pearly gates, streets of gold No gettin' sick or growing old. Sounds like a beautiful place to be.

Dangerous Man `Trace Adkins`

Dependable Always had the same job, the same look, the same friends That's the way it's gonna stay, that's the way it's always been I never knew I had another side But girl with you, I'm Jekyll and Hyde

Wayfaring Stranger `Trace Adkins`

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there

Whoop A Man's Ass `Trace Adkins`

man's ass sometimes [Chorus] Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy If you let me catch you cussin' out a kid or roughin' up a lady And God forbid that anybody mess with mine Ya gotta whoop

Took Her To the Moon `Trace Adkins`

I'm not sure what I did just yet But something kicked in on the night we met Look's like her hearts out of control What she's gonna do next, I don't know She's already dreaming about a house on the

Cowboy's Back In Town `Trace Adkins`

Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend Monday morning shes back at work with a smile on her face again They ask but she don't tell shes keeping him to her self Chorus: He rolls in like a southwest

Find Me A Preacher `Trace Adkins`

Look at you sittin on that tailgate All barefoot, beautiful & brown eyed Just watching you breathin is blowin me away All I can think about tonight Somebody find me a preacher Somebody find me a man with

Can I Want Your Love `Trace Adkins`

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

The Rest Of Mine `Trace Adkins`

There's no guarantee that we'll see tomorrow Heaven only knows how long we have So there's no way I'll ever for one second let you wonder Just how long my love for you will last 'Til my last breath

Sweet `Trace Adkins`

Cadillac Sweet like a stack of cold hard cash Sweet like the diamond bling Dangling down from her belly button ring She's sweet like a handful of aces Tattoos in secret places Mama can't you see she's

Hold You Now `Trace Adkins`

That I'd keep It'd hurt too much to let you down And in my arms there'd be no room for doubt If I could hold you now It's funny how this empty room Makes it all too clear When I let you leave A

American Man `Trace Adkins`

He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshieldWore out spot where his hand lays on the wheelFourteen years of back and forthOf work and Church and honey do'sHe's a hardhat, hammer swiggin

Hell, I Can Do That `Trace Adkins`

I was flippin' through the channels A lazy Sunday afternoon Caught the race in Talladega Comin' 'round lap 22 When the fella in the blue car Gave a red car a little tap Then the rainbow colors Went flippin

Sometimes A Man Takes A Drink `Trace Adkins`

man takes a drink So he can just throw his head back and laugh At things he can't change Like the bills he can't pay and all of those ghosts from the past It's the crutch he leans on when things have gone

Til The Last Shot's Fired `Trace Adkins`

I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's door Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our dead When the Yankees charged and the colors fell Overton