Spread your wings, don't be afraid to try
The world can be hard, you gotta live a little 'fore you die
So open that door, step out in the bright sunshine
Follow your heart, and remember any time
You can always come home
Wherever life's road leads, you can get back
To a love that's strong and free
You never be alone, in your heart there's still a place
No matter how right or wrong you've gone
You can always come home
So pack your bags, smile and say goodbye
And chase those dreams, and when you lay down and die
You know that there's someone praying for you every day
Even if you never find your way
You can always come home
Wherever life's road leads, you can get back
To a love that's strong and free
You never be alone, in your heart there's still a place
No matter how right or wrong you've gone
You can always come home
When I was young, my daddy said to me
The very same words and I took those words with me
When I was afraid, I'd pull them out and think
Just how much they mean to me
You can always come home
Wherever life's road leads, you can get back
To a love that's strong and free
You never be alone, in your heart there's still a place
No matter how right or wrong you've gone
You can always come home
Alan Jackson - Angels And Alcohol Album Lyrics
Alan Jackson - Angels And Alcohol Lyrics
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
You Never Know
You can let a gal with freckles on her face
String your blonde hair and a 20 inch waist
Caught my eye like a little red car
She shook my hand and she grabbed my heart
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
Brunette hair and big brown eyes
Perfect little bottom like a rollercoaster ride
Waiting on her table with her lazy anchor on
Big tip, later, lord she let me drive her home
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
You never know, you never know
I was down in Atlanta on a Sunday afternoon
Backed into a Honda with a woman dressed in blue
First she wasn't happy but the chemistry began
Two Daiquiri's later, lord, we're walking hand in hand
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
So the moral to the story is you better be aware
Love might hit you 'fore you ever know it's there
So keep your motor running and keep it in gear
Listen real close she might just whisper in your ear
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
No, you never know, ah, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
String your blonde hair and a 20 inch waist
Caught my eye like a little red car
She shook my hand and she grabbed my heart
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
Brunette hair and big brown eyes
Perfect little bottom like a rollercoaster ride
Waiting on her table with her lazy anchor on
Big tip, later, lord she let me drive her home
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
You never know, you never know
I was down in Atlanta on a Sunday afternoon
Backed into a Honda with a woman dressed in blue
First she wasn't happy but the chemistry began
Two Daiquiri's later, lord, we're walking hand in hand
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
So the moral to the story is you better be aware
Love might hit you 'fore you ever know it's there
So keep your motor running and keep it in gear
Listen real close she might just whisper in your ear
Lord, you never know, no, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
No, you never know, ah, you never know
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
You never know when love's gonna walk right through that door
Writer: TROY BARRINGTON MCLEAN, KEVIN BLAIR, O'NEIL EDWARDS, JEROME JACKSON, PAUL CROSSDALE, LOWELL DUNBAR, STEVEN MARSDEN, ROBBIE SHAKESPEARE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Angels And Alcohol
You can't mix angels and alcohol
I don't think God meant for them to get along
When it takes control, you can't love no one at all
You can't mix angels and alcohol
You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love
They don't go together, love's already hard enough
You think you can handle, how it feels or what it does
You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love
You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine
It might ease the heartache for one short easy time
In the end you have to face what's hiding in your mind
You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine
You can't mix angels and alcohol
An angel once loved me, I traded it all
I let the bottle drive my life into a wall
You can't mix angels, and alcohol
I don't think God meant for them to get along
When it takes control, you can't love no one at all
You can't mix angels and alcohol
You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love
They don't go together, love's already hard enough
You think you can handle, how it feels or what it does
You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love
You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine
It might ease the heartache for one short easy time
In the end you have to face what's hiding in your mind
You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine
You can't mix angels and alcohol
An angel once loved me, I traded it all
I let the bottle drive my life into a wall
You can't mix angels, and alcohol
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gone Before You Met Me
I had a dream last night
I was floating down that black water
Kick back on the Mississippi
On a raft with ol' Tom Sawyer
He got restless down around Memphis
That's where he left me
Said I'm one rambling man
I was gone before you met me
And there I was back in my hometown
That's just how dreams go
Thumb in the air wanted out of there
Heading my own road
Well I hitched a ride with this beatnik guy
Said looks like you read me
My name is Jack Kerouac
I was gone before you met me
You got your homeboys, your hang-around-boys
You fix that roof but your roots to the ground-boys
Pink house, the white fence
Pretty little woman, two point five
Kids, dang right, it's a good life
With boys like me your bound to run the wild side
Like the restless wind you'll never catch me
I was gone before you met me
And just before I awoke
I had a bad nightmare
I was on some lost highway and you were nowhere near
Someone took your hand I wasn't that man
Girl, it sure did hit me
I was cussing fate but it was too late
You were gone before you met me
Yeah, I smelled that coffee
I heard you singing in the kitchen
Walking in got a kiss, you said the sink still dripping
Thank God I'm still driven
You got your homeboys, your hang-around-boys
You fix that sink but your roots to the ground-boys
Blue house, the white fence
Sweet little woman, rocking that good
Miss dang right, it's a fine life
His restless heart found a heart I can call mine
I was smart enough to let love catch me
So Tom and Jack just ramled on without me
'Cause I was gone before you met me
Gone gone, gone before you met me
Gone before you met me
I was floating down that black water
Kick back on the Mississippi
On a raft with ol' Tom Sawyer
He got restless down around Memphis
That's where he left me
Said I'm one rambling man
I was gone before you met me
And there I was back in my hometown
That's just how dreams go
Thumb in the air wanted out of there
Heading my own road
Well I hitched a ride with this beatnik guy
Said looks like you read me
My name is Jack Kerouac
I was gone before you met me
You got your homeboys, your hang-around-boys
You fix that roof but your roots to the ground-boys
Pink house, the white fence
Pretty little woman, two point five
Kids, dang right, it's a good life
With boys like me your bound to run the wild side
Like the restless wind you'll never catch me
I was gone before you met me
And just before I awoke
I had a bad nightmare
I was on some lost highway and you were nowhere near
Someone took your hand I wasn't that man
Girl, it sure did hit me
I was cussing fate but it was too late
You were gone before you met me
Yeah, I smelled that coffee
I heard you singing in the kitchen
Walking in got a kiss, you said the sink still dripping
Thank God I'm still driven
You got your homeboys, your hang-around-boys
You fix that sink but your roots to the ground-boys
Blue house, the white fence
Sweet little woman, rocking that good
Miss dang right, it's a fine life
His restless heart found a heart I can call mine
I was smart enough to let love catch me
So Tom and Jack just ramled on without me
'Cause I was gone before you met me
Gone gone, gone before you met me
Gone before you met me
Writer: MICHAEL HEENEY, MICHAEL WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The One Youre Waiting On
Is he tall? Is he handsome?
Does he make enough and then some
Does he miss you every minute that he's gone
Is he funny? Is he witty?
Does he tell you that you're pretty
Did he hang the moon? Did he do no wrong?
Is he Mr. Right, I wonder what he's like
The one you're waiting on
'Cause there's an empty seat beside you
And every guy here's trying to buy you
Something to drink, but you just keep brushing them off
You're watching whatever's on cable
Swirling your glass on the table
Wondering how long is too long
Is he working late? Is he worth the wait?
The one you're waiting on
How many glasses of Cabernet
How many minutes slip away
How many times were you gonna check your phone
I'm telling you if you were mine
You wouldn't be sitting here counting the time
You'd never spend a single moment alone
I bet he don't get how lucky he is
The one you're waiting on
How many glasses of Cabernet
How many boys can you turn away
How long 'til you turn off your phone
And look up at me, I'd be happy to be
The one you're waiting on
I'd be happy to be
The one you're waiting on
Does he make enough and then some
Does he miss you every minute that he's gone
Is he funny? Is he witty?
Does he tell you that you're pretty
Did he hang the moon? Did he do no wrong?
Is he Mr. Right, I wonder what he's like
The one you're waiting on
'Cause there's an empty seat beside you
And every guy here's trying to buy you
Something to drink, but you just keep brushing them off
You're watching whatever's on cable
Swirling your glass on the table
Wondering how long is too long
Is he working late? Is he worth the wait?
The one you're waiting on
How many glasses of Cabernet
How many minutes slip away
How many times were you gonna check your phone
I'm telling you if you were mine
You wouldn't be sitting here counting the time
You'd never spend a single moment alone
I bet he don't get how lucky he is
The one you're waiting on
How many glasses of Cabernet
How many boys can you turn away
How long 'til you turn off your phone
And look up at me, I'd be happy to be
The one you're waiting on
I'd be happy to be
The one you're waiting on
Writer: ADAM WRIGHT, SHANNON WRIGHT
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Jim And Jack And Hank
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place.
You were holding on to Louie
He was packing, he was heavy that plastic handle just about to break
Well then you picked up Chloe.
She knew y'all were going
She started barking like a tank.
I was shocked and I was joking,
But I would not be longing.
Cause I got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
Well now you left screaming and your tires screeching
That little dog right in your lap
I have become a little sad and I called up my old dad
He said son you just woke me from my nap
I told him you had left me.
He said now son don't you hate me
You know exactly what I think.
You know you're better off
You can fish and you can golf.
You still got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
That's right
So I got out the whiskey I began to listen to songs out in my truck you couldn't crank
I started feeling empty, then again it hit me. I got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
Yeah now go on and leave me baby
I don't need you
I got Jim and Jack and Hank
That's right, you go ahead, I'll be a okay
Cause I got Jose, Captain Morgan
Not to mention Old George and Tammy, Loretta, Merell, Willie Nelson, Big John Cash
How about Old Jimmy Buffet bring him in there when it's sun shining,
George Strait an old friend
Can't forget Hank Jr and all his rowdy friends
I'm gonna clean out the whole closet, baby
All yeah... Goodbye
Rather clear what's taking place.
You were holding on to Louie
He was packing, he was heavy that plastic handle just about to break
Well then you picked up Chloe.
She knew y'all were going
She started barking like a tank.
I was shocked and I was joking,
But I would not be longing.
Cause I got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
Well now you left screaming and your tires screeching
That little dog right in your lap
I have become a little sad and I called up my old dad
He said son you just woke me from my nap
I told him you had left me.
He said now son don't you hate me
You know exactly what I think.
You know you're better off
You can fish and you can golf.
You still got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
That's right
So I got out the whiskey I began to listen to songs out in my truck you couldn't crank
I started feeling empty, then again it hit me. I got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron and your curlers
Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked
Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies
To me you're just a total blank,
go on and leave me baby
I don't need you, I got
Jim and Jack and Hank
Yeah now go on and leave me baby
I don't need you
I got Jim and Jack and Hank
That's right, you go ahead, I'll be a okay
Cause I got Jose, Captain Morgan
Not to mention Old George and Tammy, Loretta, Merell, Willie Nelson, Big John Cash
How about Old Jimmy Buffet bring him in there when it's sun shining,
George Strait an old friend
Can't forget Hank Jr and all his rowdy friends
I'm gonna clean out the whole closet, baby
All yeah... Goodbye
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Leave A Light On
I do alright, most of the time
I've learned to move on, I've learned to get by
But sometimes I can't find the reason to be free
So I leave a light on for your memory
I leave a light on for your memory
So it will be easy to come back to me
When it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
You found a new love and I'd like to believe
That you're really better off without me
The good days have slipped away but I sometimes dream
So I leave a light on for your memory
I leave a light on for your memory
So it will be easy to come back to me
When it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
Yeah, when it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
I've learned to move on, I've learned to get by
But sometimes I can't find the reason to be free
So I leave a light on for your memory
I leave a light on for your memory
So it will be easy to come back to me
When it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
You found a new love and I'd like to believe
That you're really better off without me
The good days have slipped away but I sometimes dream
So I leave a light on for your memory
I leave a light on for your memory
So it will be easy to come back to me
When it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
Yeah, when it's late and I'm alone, I need some place to be
I leave a light on for your memory
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Flaws
Flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got flaws
The woman that I love, she's purer than dove
I know her best than anyone I guess
The thing I like the most, the wrinkle on her nose
And all the little parts that are unique
All her flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got flaws
Yeah, I look at my two eyes
Left higher than the right
I guess that's just the way I'm supposed to be
I snore when I'm asleep, got long and lengthy feet
The pieces of the puzzle that I am
All my flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got them flaws
Should never be ashamed, embarrassed or afraid
Cause everyone has something they don't like
Remember we're all made with water, dirt and grace
We're all perfect in the eyes that see
All our flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got them flaws
We all got flaws
We all got flaws
Everybody's got a few flaws
Nobody's perfect.
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got flaws
The woman that I love, she's purer than dove
I know her best than anyone I guess
The thing I like the most, the wrinkle on her nose
And all the little parts that are unique
All her flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got flaws
Yeah, I look at my two eyes
Left higher than the right
I guess that's just the way I'm supposed to be
I snore when I'm asleep, got long and lengthy feet
The pieces of the puzzle that I am
All my flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got them flaws
Should never be ashamed, embarrassed or afraid
Cause everyone has something they don't like
Remember we're all made with water, dirt and grace
We're all perfect in the eyes that see
All our flaws, everybody's got 'em
You can bet your last two dollars
There ain't no ten's
All them flaws
One's you can't weather you caused them
Scars or tattoo's that went rotten
We all got them flaws
We all got flaws
We all got flaws
Everybody's got a few flaws
Nobody's perfect.
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
When God Paints
When God paints, birds sing
He colors every feather on a sparrows wings
When God paints, the wind blows
With a stroke of love, he dips his brush in the rainbow
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints, the heart beats
Life begins, season ends and lovers meet
And I've learned that sometimes
It's not always black and white but well defined
When God paints
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints, we dance
And I reach across the canvas and I take your hand
And my world is so complete
When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see
When God paints
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints
I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame
When God paints
He colors every feather on a sparrows wings
When God paints, the wind blows
With a stroke of love, he dips his brush in the rainbow
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints, the heart beats
Life begins, season ends and lovers meet
And I've learned that sometimes
It's not always black and white but well defined
When God paints
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints, we dance
And I reach across the canvas and I take your hand
And my world is so complete
When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see
When God paints
Sometime's I take for granted the simple things
I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain
But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain
When God paints
I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame
When God paints
Writer: GREGORY BECKER, TROY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mexico Tequila And Me
Whoa, aw, yeah
I'm docking out, I'm loading up
Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be
And I'm looking back at Texas
That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease
Check my life there at the border
Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, Tequila and me
Yeah, there's Mexico, tequila and me, that's all
Well, I'm tired of the rat-race, even tired of her sweet face
Sick of what I'm supposed to be
I need a little time to vegetate my mind
Escape from my reality
Just Mexico, tequila and me
That's right
I'm not entirely unhappy, 'cause sometime's life's crappy
Make me wanna stop and run
Take a three-day breather, sip a Margarita
Drift away beside the sea
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah
Well, my baby wants to hold me
Boss, he wants to scold me, momma won't quit calling me
The bank they want the payments
Sometimes they just can't take it
Got to find a place where I feel free
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah-ha
Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be
When I'm looking back at Texas
That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease
Check my life there at the border
Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, tequila and me
Yeah, Mexico, tequila and me, that's all
Just Mexico, tequila and me, aw, yeah
Yeah, a little sand, a little sun, a little sangria, baby
Buenas noches
I'm docking out, I'm loading up
Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be
And I'm looking back at Texas
That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease
Check my life there at the border
Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, Tequila and me
Yeah, there's Mexico, tequila and me, that's all
Well, I'm tired of the rat-race, even tired of her sweet face
Sick of what I'm supposed to be
I need a little time to vegetate my mind
Escape from my reality
Just Mexico, tequila and me
That's right
I'm not entirely unhappy, 'cause sometime's life's crappy
Make me wanna stop and run
Take a three-day breather, sip a Margarita
Drift away beside the sea
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah
Well, my baby wants to hold me
Boss, he wants to scold me, momma won't quit calling me
The bank they want the payments
Sometimes they just can't take it
Got to find a place where I feel free
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah-ha
Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be
When I'm looking back at Texas
That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease
Check my life there at the border
Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, tequila and me
Yeah, Mexico, tequila and me, that's all
Just Mexico, tequila and me, aw, yeah
Yeah, a little sand, a little sun, a little sangria, baby
Buenas noches
Writer: ALAN JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Angels and Alcohol is the twentieth studio album by American country music artist Alan Jackson. It was released on July 17, 2015, via Alan's Country Records and EMI Nashville.
Jackson wrote seven of the album's ten tracks. The album was produced by Keith Stegall.
Performed By:
Alan JacksonJackson wrote seven of the album's ten tracks. The album was produced by Keith Stegall.
Genre(s): Country, neotraditional country
Released: July 17th, 2015
Year: 2015