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Chris Janson - Buy Me A Boat Album Lyrics



Chris Janson - Buy Me A Boat Lyrics






Buy Me A Boat

I ain't rich, but I damn sure wanna be
Working like a dog all day, ain't working for me
I wish I had a rich uncle that'd kick the bucket
And I was sitting on a pile like Warren Buffett
I know everybody says
Money can't buy happiness

But it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

They call me redneck, white trash and blue collar
But I could change all that if I had a couple million dollars
I keep hearing that money is the root of all evil
And you can't fit a camel through the eye of a needle
I'm sure that's probably true,
But it still sounds pretty cool

'Cause it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

To float down on the water with a beer...
I hear the Powerball Lotto is a-sitting' on a hundred mill...
Well, that would buy me a brand new rod and reel...

And it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some Silver Bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat
It could buy me a boat.
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Writer: Chris Janson, Charles Christopher Du Bois
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Anthem Entertainment




Power Of Positive Drinkin

Work sucks, truck died, hot as hell outside, my AC just broke
The woman I love packed half of my stuff and she took off down the road
Where she went, I don't know but she's never coming back
My life feels like a joke but it hurts too much to laugh

So I go to that little place where the good times always roll
In the glow of the neon light where I know there's a new song I'll be singing
Before I leave yeah I believe in the power of positive drinking
Beer one tastes just like a beer
Beer two a little bit better than one
Beer three, beer four, yeah that was pretty damn good so hand me one more
Beer five I'm coming' alive,
Beer six man it went down quick
7,8,9 I'm feeling fine, by Number 10, life's good again

Yeah, that's the power of positive drinking
Oh, Where she went, I don't know but she's never coming back
My life feels like a joke but it hurts too much to laugh

So I go to that little place where the good times always roll
In the glow of the neon light where I know there's a new song I'll be singing
Before I leave yeah I believe in the power of positive drinking
Beer one tastes just like a beer
Beer two a little bit better than one
Beer three, beer four, yeah that was pretty damn good so hand me one more
Beer five I'm coming' alive,
Beer six man it went down quick
7,8,9 I'm feeling fine, By Number 10, life's good again

Hey!
That's the power of positive drinking
Yeah,
So I go to that little place where the good times always roll
In the glow of the neon light where I know there's a new song I'll be singing
Before I leave yeah I believe in the power of positive drinking

That's the power of positive drinking!
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Writer: Mark Irwin, Chris Janson, Chris Dubois
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Under The Sun

There's always some new gadget
We think we gotta have it
And I get it just like everyone does
But soon as we get it, we no longer want it
Cause it's already somethin' that was
Sometimes it's just nice to know
We can pack up our lives and go where there's

Nothin' new under the sun
The time's just the time
Got no one to be
Got nowhere to run
A chair's still a chair
The shade's still the shade
The life's still the life
We still got it made
A beer's still a beer
Rum is still rum
And there's nothin' new under the sun

It's crazy the attraction
In findin' satisfaction
In chillin' by a cooler all day
Any thoughts of runnin'
Drownin' in the hummin' of
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
The latest scores
The race the chores
The Bulls and Bears
It's funny how we don't care

Nothin' new under the sun
The time's just the time
Got no one to be
Got nowhere to run
A chair's still a chair
The shade's still the shade
The life's still the life
We still got it made
A beer's still a beer
Rum is still rum
And there's nothin' new under the sun

A beer's still a beer
Rum is still rum
Naw, there's nothin' new under the sun
Nothin' new under the sun
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Writer: CASEY BEATHARD, CHRIS JANSON, ED HILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC




Holdin Her

I've woke up in places I couldn't remember
Who's lying next to me or how the hell I got there
It's hard to believe that's how I used to roll
But one Tuesday night in an underground pool hall
I met her at the bar, it was right around last call
She stole my heart and I started down a new road

And when I'm holdin' her
It's like peace on earth
Where time stands still
Love's the only thing, yeah that I feel
When she's in my arms
No matter where we are
You know I'm right at home when I'm holdin' her

On a park bench on 4th street I popped the question
And to my amazement she actually said yes
And tears filled my eyes as I slipped a ring on her hand
Then a few short years later into the world
Came a six pound eight ounce sweet baby girl
And ever since that day I tell ya, I've been a brand new man

Oh when I'm holdin' her
It's like peace on earth
Where time stands still
Loves the only thing, yeah that I feel
When she's in my arms
No matter where we are
You know I'm at home when I'm holdin' her

Yeah I'm right at home
Lord knows I'm right at home
Yeah I'm right at home when I'm holdin' her
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Writer: CHRIS JANSON, JAMES OTTO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Messin With Jesus

Yeah cigarettes taste good to me
But the body is a temple I read so I
I ain't messin' with Jesus
I love drivin' fast down a country road
But a voice in my head says take it slow
So I, I ain't messin' with Jesus

I wanna keep him on my good side
Keep him on my bad side a little less of the time
I never plan on being perfect
I'm a back slidin' serpent of a man most of the time
But I walk the line
Until I get to the other side
No I ain't messin' with Jesus

Yeah, I got a dark side and I try to live right
So I stay up late and I pray all night
Cause I, I ain't messin' with Jesus
Yeah I wanna do wrong in the middle of right
I wanna get drunk and have a good fight
But I, I ain't messin' with Jesus, nah

I wanna keep him on my good side
Keep him on my bad side a little less of the time
I never plan on being perfect
I'm a back slidin' serpent of a man most of the time
But I walk the line
Until I get to the other side
No I ain't messin' with Jesus

Everything we do
You know he's gonna see us
So I don't mess with Jesus, nah
Everything we do
You know he's gonna see us
So I ain't messin' with Jesus
Hallelujah

I wanna keep him on my good side
Keep him on my bad side a little less of the time
I never plan on being perfect
I'm a back slidin' serpent of a man most of the time
But I walk the line
Until I get to the other side
No I ain't messin' with Jesus
I wanna keep him on my good side
Keep him on my bad side a little less of the time
I never plan on being perfect
I'm a back slidin' serpent of a man most of the time
But I walk the line
Until I get to the other side
No I ain't messin' with Jesus
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Writer: CHRIS JANSON, KELLY ROLAND, PAVEL DOVGALYUK
Copyright: Lyrics © MIKE CURB MUSIC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Right In The Middle

Yea summer comin' honky tonk
Little bit of hip hop
Little bit of rock 'n' roll
I don't care whatchu call me you can call me whatchu want
Just call me when the good time's on
I ain't all backbeat
Ain't all east street
Ain't all saw on the fiddle
I ain't left, I ain't right
I'm just right in the middle

Boom goin' off like a pistol
Coming in like a missile
If there's a party you can bet I'm gonna be right in the middle
You can blow that whistle
Look what I ain't stoppin'
Gonna keep it rockin', poppin', boots be stompin'
Right in the middle

Now I'm a little bit of old school
Little bit of new school
Little bit of right on time
Well lord but if I'm gonna do it
Gonna do it up right now damn sure do it all night that's right

Boom goin' off like a pistol
Coming in like a missile
If there's a party you can bet I'm gonna be right in the middle
You can blow that whistle
Look what I ain't stoppin'
Gonna keep it rockin', poppin', boots be stompin'
Right in the middle
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Writer: BRANDON KINNEY, CHRIS JANSON, JUSTIN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave, BMG Rights Management, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Save A Little Sugar

Yeah girl you're like a pure cane buzz
And that thang that your thang does
When you do your little thing like that
It's a honeysuckle heart attack
Yeah your daddy and your mommy know
They should've named you Domino
And all I want is a little taste
So baby why you gotta make me wait?

In your t-shirt, boots and an old pair of blue jeans
Girl it ain't no fair
You know I wanna go there
Baby save a little sugar for me
Shake, shake, shaking your sweet stuff
Dance floor's gonna need a clean up
Make sure you're holding back enough
Baby save a little sugar for me

Yeah you're an eleven on a one to ten
You got everybody's eyes locked in
Girl you're like a Def Leppard song
You really know how to pour it on

In your t-shirt, boots and an old pair of blue jeans
Girl it ain't no fair
You know I wanna go there
Baby save a little sugar for me
Shake, shake, shaking your sweet stuff
Dance floor's gonna need a clean up
Make sure you're holding back enough
Baby save a little sugar for me
In your t-shirt, boots and an old pair of blue jeans
Girl it ain't no fair
You know I wanna go there
Baby save a little sugar for me
Shake, shake, shaking your sweet stuff
Dance floor's gonna need a clean up
Make sure you're holding back enough
Baby save a little sugar for me

Woah yeah girl save a little sugar for me
Aw baby save a little sugar for me
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Writer: CHRIS DUBOIS, JIM BEAVERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Back In My Drinkin Days

Yeah that was me up there jukin' on the table
Higher than Superman, thinkin' I was able
End up in the back of a Mercury Sable
Handcuffs sure sucked
Cold beer flows like a spring from the foothills
Poppin' them down like handfull of sugar pills
Sun comin' up ain't nothing but a buzzkill
Bright lights, good night

That was back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days

Listen here now
Yeah GPC sells four for a dollar
Lightin' one cigarette off of another
A little bit of doobie, I ain't talking about the brothers
Uh oh y'all know
Middle of the night, try to get a little lovin'
Dude didn't like it, said, "Let me tell you something"
Well you fight a good fight when you ain't afraid of nothing
One hit was worth it

That was back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days

Well since then, the thick and thin
Has taught this man a thing or two
Thank God I lived to tell about it
The stupid things that I used to do
Yeah well

That was back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin'
Back in my drinkin' days
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Writer: CHRIS JANSON, KEN JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Where You Come In

Some times when I'm down
And feel like I can't win
And I consider walkin' out
That's where you come in
Like an old cowboy song
I'm one of them kinda men
I don't know where I belong
That's where you come in

Between the good times and the bad times
The high times and the low times
The rich times and the poor times we've spent
And when I feel like screamin'
Like the hard times they ain't leavin'
When I can't wait for tomorrow to begin
That's where you come in

Honey I know you and me
Are paper and pen
And when I can't find the words
That's where you come in

Between the good times and the bad times
The high times and the low times
The rich times and the poor times we've spent
And when I feel like screamin'
Like the hard times they ain't leavin'
When I can't wait for tomorrow to begin
That's where you come in
That's where you come in
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Writer: CHRIS JANSON, ED HILL
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP




Yeah It Is

I ain't rich, but I damn sure wanna be
Working like a dog all day, ain't working for me
I wish I had a rich uncle that'd kick the bucket
And I was sitting on a pile like Warren Buffett
I know everybody says
Money can't buy happiness

But it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

They call me redneck, white trash and blue collar
But I could change all that if I had a couple million dollars
I keep hearing that money is the root of all evil
And you can't fit a camel through the eye of a needle
I'm sure that's probably true,
But it still sounds pretty cool

'Cause it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

To float down on the water with a beer...
I hear the Powerball Lotto is a-sitting' on a hundred mill...
Well, that would buy me a brand new rod and reel...

And it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it
It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some Silver Bullets
Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat

Yeah, and I know what they say,
Money can't buy everything
Well, maybe so,
But it could buy me a boat
It could buy me a boat.
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Writer: Chris P. Janson, Kenneth Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Hipgnosis Songs Group




White Trash

Between the trailer and the dog
And the cars on blocks and the hogs
Out in the front yard
Where us kids play
No grass
Yeah there was mama
In her house shoes
Smokin' Salem Lights with the tattoos
You add it all up
That's why they call us white trash

Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they told every son they had
Don't even think about it
Taking out the white trash

Now between her Beamer and her Ray Bans
And her spring break seaside sun tan
Hell I could see she
Was on her own side of the tracks
Oh you know I knew her from school
Yeah she ran with the boys that were cool
Well as far as I knew she wanted nothing to do
With white trash

Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they told every son they had
Don't even think about it
Taking out the white trash

That girl is my baby now
We live right here in this town
Got a bunch of kids running around
Ain't it funny how it all turned out?

Well if they'd had their way
They'd have thrown us away
Like an empty bottle of wine
We belong sacked up
Stacked on the curb
In their mind
And their daddy's didn't want us
Hanging 'round their girls
And they whipped their boy's white ass
All for even thinking 'bout taking white trash

Thank God I know something 'bout
Running 'round with white trash
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Writer: CASEY BEATHARD, CHRIS JANSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Sow Wild Oats

Five days on a tractor
Cut the corn, cut the backer
Cut the hay bale, a stacker
Up high in the barn
Day six it's on
All night long
Country is as country does
Getting our buzz on

We ain't dead so we're gettin' ready
To dance with every pretty girl in this bar
We're gonna lay it on thick
Gonna work it hard
Gonna kick a honky tonk hole
In this little town
Gonna drink, drink, drink
'Til we're all drunk out
We're just some old farm boys
With some redneck souls
'Bout to get plowed and sow wild oats

Few things on the floor
You might buy a beer for
Or maybe later in the corner
Booth you might hold her
If the neon light hits you just right
Might be your boyfriend for the night

We ain't dead so we're gettin' ready
To dance with every pretty girl in this bar
We're gonna lay it on thick
Gonna work it hard
Gonna kick a honky tonk hole
In this little town
Gonna drink, drink, drink
'Til we're all drunk out
We're just some old farm boys
With some redneck souls
'Bout to get plowed and sow wild oats

We might party like fools
Maybe even worse
We might be tired
A little overworked

We ain't dead so we're gettin' ready
To dance with every pretty girl in this bar
We're gonna lay it on thick
Gonna work it hard
Gonna kick a honky tonk hole
In this little town
Gonna drink, drink, drink
'Til we're all drunk out
We're just some old farm boys
With some redneck souls
'Bout to get plowed and sow wild oats
'Bout to get plowed and sow wild oats
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Writer: DALE DODSON, CHRIS JANSON, BRANDON KINNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment




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