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Morgan Wallen - Dangerous: The Double Album Lyrics



Morgan Wallen - Dangerous: The Double Album Lyrics
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7 Summers

Yeah, you used to talk about
Getting even further South
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your hand right now
Maybe a baby or a couple by now
Long driveway to a big white house

But I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
Of how his little girl turned out
Think she dodged a bullet
Of a good old boy like me
'Cause I still
Go drinkin', same friends on Friday
Bought a few acres, couple roads off the highway
Guess you never saw things my way anyway

But I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?

Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Yeah, I wonder when you're drinking if you
Find yourself thinking about
That boy from East Tennessee
And I know we both knew better
But we still said forever
And that was seven summers
Of Coke and Southern Comfort
Were we dumb or just younger, who knows?
Back then, you used to love the river
And sippin' on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?

Ooh
Seven summers ago (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Seven summers ago (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
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Writer: Josh Osborne, Morgan Wallen, Shane McAnally
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Quittin Time

Puttin' in that overtime and comin' up with nothin'
Sure as hell ain't for lack of tryin'
There's no use wastin' time in fightin' for somethin'
When you see that white flag a flyin'
Can you hear that whistle blow?

There's all day thinkin' time
And all night drinkin' time
And time to sing or time to find
If rhyme has a reason
Time to pack it in and stay down
Pack it up and walk away now
And give it one more day or call it a season
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
It's quittin' time

There's somethin' to be said for sayin' what needs sayin'
A suitcase says it all to me
Before the credits roll just know I always loved you
So we wrote that famous final scene
Where you turn and walk out on me

There's all day thinkin' time
And all night drinkin' time
And time to sing or time to find
If rhyme has a reason
Time to pack it in and stay down
Pack it up and walk away now
Give it one more day or call it a season
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
It's quittin' time
It's quittin' time

Every start has an end
Every first has a last
Every now has a then
Every future has a past
And sometimes you want it back

There's all day thinkin' time
And all night drinkin' time
And time to sing or time to find
If rhyme has a reason
Time to pack it in and stay down
Pack it up and walk away now

Give it one more day or call it a season
I can tell by the tears not in your eyes
It's quittin' time
It's quittin' time
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Writer: Eric Church, Josh Thompson, Luke Laird
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Wonderin Bout The Wind

I don't know where the hell it comes from
Got no idea where it goes when it leaves
When it's here it's here when it's gone it's gone
Kinda like them Smokey mountain fall time trees
Guess I'll leave it to something bigger to figure it all out
But I sure could use a little breeze right now
Yeah if anybody out there somewhere
Got a secret they wanna share
Or why it does to her what it does, it does
It really just ain't fair
And why it always takes her with it
And only brings her back now and then
Guess I'll always be
Wonderin' 'bout the wind
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Writer: ERNEST KEITH SMITH, MORGAN WALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Whiskeyd My Way

You thought I'd die
When you said goodbye
For a minute I thought that I would
And there for awhile
Couldn't even fake a smile
Even if the bad joke sounded good

I went off the rails
Thought hell, might as well
Rock bottom was calling my name
Lookin' back now, I oughta be
In the moving on hall of fame

It wasn't my buddies
It wasn't my mama
It wasn't no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records
It wasn't old flames
Or dancing with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy
Cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you

You saw me out
On a Friday downtown
With a smile that came stumbling back in
Guess that killed your mood
'Cause you did what you do
Turned around and walked out again
So pour a little more bourbon
Oh, it's the only thing been working

It wasn't my buddies
It wasn't my mama
It wasn't no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records
It wasn't old flames
Or dancing with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy
Cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you

Whiskey'd my way
Whiskey'd my way

Oh, keep the barkeep workin'
Oh, pour it on this hurtin'

It wasn't my buddies
It wasn't my mama
It wasn't no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records
And it wasn't old flames
Or dancing with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy
Cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you

Tequila didn't cut it
Cold beer was no use
So I whiskey'd my way over you
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Writer: Josh Miller, Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Thomas Rhett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Whatcha Think Of Country Now

When I met you I was chillin' to some old Willie
Bet you were thinkin', "how'd I get up with this hillbilly?"
Saw yourself sittin' pretty in the big city
And now you're bit time diggin' on some little bitty
Backroads, real slow
Get your hand out the window

Now you took a little ride around the farm
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
Now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Halfway down your first country mile
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
I didn't think way out was your style
But now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?

Ah, baby now you've seen the way my sun sets
From a blanket on a bank of a creek bed
And I can tell you were hooked soon as you said
"Don't take me home, boy I ain't had enough yet"

Now you took a little ride around the farm
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
Now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Halfway down your first country mile
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
I didn't think way out was your style
But now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?

Yeah, whatcha think about pine trees?
Hey, whatcha think about the cool breeze?
And whatcha think about the midnight moon?
Ah damn, this country looks good on you

Now you took a little ride around the farm
Got to do a little fishin' in the dark
Wrapped up in some country boy arms
Now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Halfway down your first country mile
You called your mama said, "It's gonna be a while" ha
I didn't think way out was your style
But now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
Yeah, whatcha think of country now?
Ah, baby whatcha think of country now?
Mm, now you know what it's about
Whatcha think of country now?
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Writer: Dallas Davidson, Devin Dawson, Justin Wilson, Kyle Fishman, Mark Holman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Wasted On You

I don't always wake up in the mornin'
Pour myself a strong one
Ah, but when I get lonely I do
Your memory gets burnin'
Lean back on the bourbon
Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you

Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again
It's all my fault
Yeah, I dropped the ball
You're gone and I'm gone three sheets to the wind
Thinking 'bout all I've wasted on you

All of this time and all of this money
All of these sorries I don't owe you honey
All of these miles on this Chevy, and prayers in a pew
All them days I spent wasted on you
Wasted on you

Yeah, I swore this one'd be different
My heart wouldn't listen to my head and these boots on my feet

Looks like I'm learning the hard way again
That's why I've been
Wasted on you

All of this time, and all of this money
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
All them days I spent wasted on you
Wasted on you

Like this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the back
Right down to the flame of this match
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
Wasted on you

All of this time, and all of this money
All of these sorries I don't owe you, honey
All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew
All them days I spent wasted on you
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Josh Thompson, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Warning

That neon sign
Hanging outside that bar
Should've said go home
If you know what's good for your heart
When she sat down
In that ADPi t-shirt
Should've said watch out
Boy you're gonna wind up hurt
That label on that whiskey on that seal
Should've said don't buy no shots for no one else

Should've come with a warning
Don't sit right there
Don't sip on what they're pouring you
Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning
Nah it ain't gonna end too good
Everything about that night I thought I wanted
Should've come with a warning
Should've come with a warning
Should've come with a warning
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Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




This Bar

I found myself in this bar
Making mistakes and making new friends
I was growing up and nothing made sense
Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
I found myself in this

Couldn't wait to turn 21
The day I did, I got too drunk
Spinnin' 'round dizzy on the patio
Found out real quick how to take it slow
Got whiskey bent on whiskey sours
Ran my mouth to an out-of-towner
Learned a big lesson when I met the bouncer

I found myself in this bar
Making mistakes and making new friends
I was growing up and nothing made sense
Buzzing all night like neon in the dark
I found myself in this bar
Oh whoa oh
Oh whoa oh
Oh whoa oh
I found myself in this

Saw her in the corner sippin' something tall
Cracked a few jokes, we hit it off
Year down the road I'm watching her
Walk through the door with some new jerk
We had it good and it hurt so bad
But I had to stand my ground
Chased my pride with another round

I found myself in this bar
Making mistakes and making new friends
I was growing up and nothing made sense
Learning how to live with a broken heart
I found myself in this bar
Oh whoa oh
Oh whoa oh
Oh whoa oh

Those nights, what I would give for one more
Bud Lights and kissin' on the front porch
Didn't even know what I was looking for

But I found myself in this bar
I found myself in this bar
I found myself in this bar
Ain't it strange the things you keep tucked in your heart?
I found myself in this bar
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Writer: Charlie Handsome, Ernest Keith Smith, Jackson Morgan, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak, Jake Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Still Goin Down

The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
Product of some kneelin' down
In a town where the doors don't lock
And there's a million other people like me
From a scene a little more podunk than pop
I didn't choose being born in the sticks
And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't
For some folks a back road gets old
But for me, it just can't

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country

Somewhere now, someone's out there
Sippin' on some hundred proof
Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
Workin' a nine to five
I'm just another southern hell raiser
Ain't breakin' ground
Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters
But y'all, that's all I know to say
So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country

'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still goin' down out in the country
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Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Somethin Country

So let's ditch this hole in the wall
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
I got a redneck, yes I do
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
I got a four by four with a toolbox
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
I got a tank full of paycheck money
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?

What you say we do somethin' country?

I roll with (?) In the broadway
Diry boots been on workin' like a dog day
Boots tootin' to the juke for some Conway
Or anything to get me own (?) Gone
You walked in (?) Off, lookin' real skippy
The hottest thing on my side of the Mississippi
And I can spin your 'round and 'round 'til you get dizzy
You look like you got (?) In your bones

So let's ditch this hole in the wall
Make some sticks with the fit for homemade alcohol
Disappear somewhere with a lower population
I ain't sayin' that you wanna but if it's any consolation
I got a redneck, yes I do
I got a redneck, how 'bout you?
I got a four by four with a toolbox
Just to keep them ol' mountains blue
You got a drank drink, you're barely sippin'
I got a tank full of paycheck money
I'm good friends with Mason Dixon
Girl, what you say we do somethin' country?
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Writer: Daniel Ross, Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Somebodys Problem

A 'Bama red 4Runner pulled into the party
With a 30-A sticker on the back windshield
Two-tone tank top slippin' off her shoulder
Kinda girl once she steps out, the world stands still
Ooh, I know where this is goin'
I already know it

She's somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
About to be mine
About to be mine

Kinda girl once you've had her, you can't stand to lose her
Kinda girl where your friends tell you, "Don't eff it up"
Kinda girl that goes from tryin' to just to get her number
To slidin' through the summer, to talkin' 'bout love
Ooh, I think I'm likin' where it's goin'
I'd like to try me some of

Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
About to be mine
About to be mine

Oh, hey baby, don't just keep me wishin'
Oh, let me get to fixin'

Somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
She's somebody's problem and somebody's problem's
About to be mine
About to be mine
About to be mine
About to be mine
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Jacob Robert Durrett, Morgan Wallen, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Silverado For Sale

Never thought I'd be calling you up today
Taking out an ad for this Chevrolet
But there's a ring in the window just down the street
I wanna marry her, she wants to marry me

Money's kinda tight, but love don't care
Me and this truck been everywhere
Just need a little spot on the back page
Here's what I want it to say

This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
It's got a pretty good radio
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
God knows all the stories it can tell
I got a Silverado for sale

Don't you think there's a wild-eyed teenage kid
Workin' hard all summer just like I did
Saved up a couple thousand bucks
And got a girl that he's dyin' to go pick up

She'll steal his heart on that old bench seat
He'll wanna lay the world right there at her feet
I can see him smiling ear to ear
When he reads these words right here

This truck'll get the prettiest girl in town
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
It's got a pretty good radio
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
God knows all the stories it can tell
I got a Silverado for sale

Hello? Yeah, I'm the guy
I've got 'er all cleaned up
Just come on by

This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
Sittin' right beside you when you're ridin' around
It's got a pretty good radio
If you wanna get her dancin' down an old dirt road
Spent a lot of Friday nights up under the stars
Get you where you need to go and it'll go too far
God knows all the stories it can tell
I got a Silverado for sale
I got a Silverado for sale
I got a Silverado for sale
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Writer: Ben Hayslip, Dallas Davidson, Marv Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Sand In My Boots

She asked me where I was from
I said "Somewhere you never been to"
Little town outside of Knoxville
Hidden by some dogwood trees
She tried talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach

Yeah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots

I said "Let's go shoot tequila"
So we walked back to that beach bar
She said "Don't cowboy's drink whiskey?" huh
So we drank bottom shelf
She said "Damn, that sky looks perfect"
I said, "Girl you've never seen stars like the ones back home"
And she said "Maybe I should see them for myself"

Yeah but, now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots

I said "Meet me in the mornin'"
And she told me I was crazy
Yeah, but I still thought that maybe she'd show up

Ah, but now I'm dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
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Writer: Ashley Gorley, Josh Osborne, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Rednecks Red Letters Red Dirt

I made a lane on a truck with five old friends
Tell old lies and then tell on again
Ride 33 'til it is forever through
Throw cans in the bed 'til the moon just to (?)
On the same (?), On the dive bar wall
Where the celling's hang with the (?) Tall
There's something 'bout a city like this
Makes me miss what I grew up with

Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar, one turf
Where the Lord give thanks and the shine get drink
While (?) Back burns, while it burns
Yeah, I've been away way too long
But tonight I'm heading back home
'Cause when I need to find me
There's only three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
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Writer: JOSH THOMPSON, MATTHEW PETERS DRAGSTREM, RICHARD CHASE MCGILL
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC ASSET MANAGEMENT (MAM)




Outlaw

(feat. Ben Burgess)

Used to be you'd see my face on wanted posters all over this town, mmm
For leading lovers on until the dawn, just riding in and rolling out, mmm

I never thought I'd get caught
Yeah, at least that's what I thought

Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
Lightning
Ain't trying to fight it
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
Guess that makes you an outlaw too

I can't believe you came after me with the crazy reputation that I have, mmm
It takes a hell of an angel to see the good inside a man so bad
But you did

I never thought I'd get caught
Yeah, at least that's what I thought

Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
Lightning
Ain't trying to fight it
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
I guess that makes you an outlaw too
Mmm, yes, it does, baby

I was wild as a west Texas wind
Wild as a cowboy's ever been

Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing
Bang, bang, baby, them blue eyes got me like
Take me in, lock me up, tell all them boys not to save me
Bang, bang, baby, that sweet smile hit me like
Lightning
Ain't trying to fight it
Stole this heart, ain't that the truth
Guess that makes you an outlaw too
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Writer: Benjamin David Burgess, Jordan Reynolds, Josh Kerr, Patrick Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




865

And Jack D., there's a seven on the label
One glass on the living room table
Phone face down, church up loud
Was trying to drown you out tonight
But first sip, I could feel you on my shoulder
The Tennessee heat had me feelin' colder
Thought a drink would get you off my mind, but

This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
Girl, just pick it up and come over
Give the bedroom door a little closure
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021

You might think I don't really want you with me
You might tell me to empty out my whiskey
Or try changing what I'm holdin' in my hand
Try another liquor, try another brand
But it don't matter if I got my lips on a different drink
On a different night
Yeah, the second that I take a sip, all I'm gonna think is

This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
Girl, just pick it up and come over
Give the bedroom door a little closure
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021

Thought a drink would get you off my mind
I ain't sayin' I love you, but I might 'cause

This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
Girl, just pick it up and come over
Give the bedroom door a little closure
I know I told you I wouldn't call, and I tried
But this bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
This bottle tastes like 865-409-1021
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Writer: Blake Pendergrass, John Byron Calton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Only Thing Thats Gone

(feat. Chris Stapleton)

She told me where I could go
Just stopped in here before I went
And I'll be here until you close
Or all my money's spent

So if you don't mind my friend

Bartender pour me one more
Make it quick and make it strong
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
Ain't the only thing that's gone

Here's a hundred and some change
I'll take whatever that'll buy
Leave a twenty for the band
If they'll lay off lonesome songs tonight

And whenever you get time

Bartender pour me one more
Make it quick and make it strong
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
Ain't the only thing that's gone, oh no

Bartender pour me one more
Make it quick and make it strong
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
Ain't the only thing that's gone

And I ain't got nowhere to be
And I'd rather not go home
'Cause buddy, my last drink, yeah
Ain't the only thing that's gone
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Writer: Chase Mcgill, Josh Thompson, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Neon Eyes

They started out blue like an East Tennessee, June sky
Full of small town innocence
Guarded by a picket fence perfect till I drove by
You were looking for a way out and I was on my way girl
Once you love a cowboy you'll never be the same
I know right now you think this is it
But I'm gonna leave you with

Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
Drinking off a dive bar highway
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
Never really gettin' what you came for
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes

Right now they're glowing like the cigarette we just sparked
Aw, but I've seen this scene before
Like the lights on a liquor store
Pretty soon they'll go dark
I know you're tired of all the same shit
That's why you think you want this
I can show you first-hand, girl
What you wish you'd a missed
But if you won't take it from me
I guess you're gonna have to see through

Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
Drinking off a dive bar highway
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
Never really getting what you came for
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
Neon eyes

I don't wanna be the one to say I told you so
Just let me push you away before you get too close
I can't go and make up your mind
And I don't wanna be the reason behind those

Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
Drinking off a dive bar highway
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
Told you I'd leave ya with neon eyes
Dancing with a ghost on the dance floor
Never really getting what you came for
Lonely lips sipping on a margarita
Girl, I'd hate to see ya with neon eyes
Neon eyes
Neon eyes
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Writer: Benjamin D Burgess, Mark Holman, Morgan Wallen, Benjamin David Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Need A Boat

This whiskey sure tastes fine right now
But it ain't doing the trick, no
It ain't getting me gone enough
To make my mind forget
That one shot, two shot, three shot more
Don't change the fact
She ain't in the picture anymore
This bar stool ain't working
But if anything can
It'll be me on a dock pushing off of dry land

I need a lake, a little bit of bait
I'd even take a creek
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
We were running down
Yeah, what I need right now
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
Don't need no sad song on my radio
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
I need a boat
I need a boat

Don't care if it's a pontoon, brand new, been used
Long as it'll fish
Just wanna cast it out yonder, let my mind wander
Off to anything, but this
I'm tired of running into all my friends
Asking if I'm over her loving
Yeah, but out there where the river lets in
Them fish don't ask me nothing

I need a lake, a little bit of bait
I'd even take a creek
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
We were running down
Yeah, what I need right now
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
Don't need no sad song on my radio
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
I need a boat
I need a boat

I need some peace and quiet
I don't know who the hell is gonna buy it
Yeah, but I need a boat

Uh, huh

I need a lake, a little bit of bait
I'd even take a creek
I'm tired of all these concrete streets
We were running down
Yeah, what I need right now
Is some rodding and some reeling, first catch feeling
Praying to the man for some muddy water healing
Don't need no sad song on my radio
Burning up some black smoke down a backroad
I need a boat
I need a boat
I need a boat
I need a boat
Real, real bad
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Writer: Hillary Lindsey, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




More Than My Hometown

Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we
The whole town's rooting for us like the home team
Most likely to settle down
Plant a few roots real deep and let 'em grow
But we can't stop this real world from spinnin' us
Your bright lights called, I don't blame you for pickin' up
Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go
But I just need you to know

That I love you more than a California sunset
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
More than a Sunday morning Lord
Turnin' some poor lost souls 'round, Hallelujah bound
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

I ain't the runaway kind, I can't change that
My heart's stuck in these streets like the train tracks
City sky ain't the same black
Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that

I love you more than a California sunset
More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet
More than a Sunday morning Lord
Turnin' some poor lost souls around, Hallelujah bound
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

Yeah, you got a wild in your eyes that I just wasn't born with
I'm a same gas station cup of coffee in the mornin'
I need the house on the hill, girl, not in 'em
So hang onto these words 'til them avenues help you forget 'em

'Cause I love you more than a California sunset
I love you more in a twenty-dollar sundress
Hate that loaded down car you got your keys in
Girl, but I hate even more that you're leavin'
'Cause I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
But that ain't you and me so I guess I'll see you around
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

Love you more than my hometown
Love you more than my hometown
Love you more, baby, love you more
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




More Surprised Than Me

I bought a Harvard sweatshirt off the Goodwill rack
Makes some people wonder if I'm smart like that
And that guitar layin' on the chair is worn out like my boots
Makes it look like I can play it better than I do

But nobody buys it when we walk in
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Ain't no one more surprised than me

It's funny how some strangers like to size me up
This attitude it makes me street and this accent makes me dumb
I can tell 'em I've got pirate blood or ancient royalty
There's no end to the lies that I could get 'em to believe

But nobody buys it when we walk in
They say there ain't no way that she's with him
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Ain't no one more surprised than me

Must of done somethin' right, somethin' right
In another life

'Cause nobody buys it when we walk in
They say there ain't no way that she could be with him
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Ain't no one more surprised than me
Oh, ain't no one more surprised than me
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Writer: Benjamin D Burgess, Lee Miller, Niko Moon, Benjamin David Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Me On Whiskey

I know we made a downtown reservation
Let's get there early, get drunk, and break it
There's cabs outside we could wave and take one
To that little dive bar you like
I know you got your red dress on, but
It was always gonna come off
So go on and call me crazy
We both know it's just a matter of time, baby

With me on whiskey, and you on wine
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
But we got the same thing on our mind
I guarantee best times tend to be
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah

Let's get started on an all night nightcap
That won't wind down until the break of dawn
And we can keep it rollin' like that
'Cause right about now, it don't sound wrong
Girl, I know you got all dressed up
Yeah, and now we're gettin' all messed up
We don't just do it 'cause we're good at it
Yeah, we do it 'cause we find some good things happen

With me on whiskey, and you on wine
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
But we got the same thing on our mind
I guarantee best times tend to be
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, yeah

Girl, I know you got your red dress on
Sittin' pretty on that old barstool
And we don't ever get enough of this
It's pretty simple, baby, all it is

It's me on whiskey, and you on wine
Gettin' Tennessee tipsy in the neon light
Yeah, it's what we do , girl, it's kind of our thing
A little jukebox dance and then a smoky dream
We're as easy as you got your drink I got mine
But we got the same thing on our mind
I guarantee best times tend to be
With you on wine, and me on whiskey
Yeah, yeah
With you on wine, and me on whiskey, oh, oh
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Writer: Ernest Smith, Mark Holman, Rodney Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group




Livin The Dream

Mama don't pray for my success anymore, yeah
But mama still prays for me
Seein' the world ain't really seein' the world
Through a window from A to B
Between alcohol and women and Adderall and adrenaline
I don't ever get no rest
Sign my life away to be the life of the party
Yeah, to everybody else

I look like a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me

Another day, another venue
There's trouble to get into
And love ain't on the menu again
Lonely as an eagle
I meet a thousand people
Who think I got a thousand friends

Ooh
There's a stranger in the mirror
Ooh
But accordin' to the pictures

I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me

Ooh
There's a stranger in the mirror
Ooh
But accordin' to the pictures

I'm a rockstar, in and out of cop cars
Livin' out a suitcase, trashin' hotel bars
If I see the sunrise, it's 'cause I stayed up all night
Drinkin' 'cause I need to, damn it, what a good life
Judgin' by my long hair, you might think I don't care
Sittin' here, sippin' and bitchin' about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
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Writer: Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Benjamin David Burgess, Jacob Robert Durrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Heartless (Wallen Album Mix)

Heartless
So heartless

Say you goin' out late
I count down 'til you call me
It's just one of those things
That you do when you're lonely
And you're all about the chase
But you won't ever let me catch you
And I wish I was the same
But I know I'm gonna let you
Win again and when I do
It's gonna hurt like Hell
And you don't mean to
That's what I tell myself

But why you gotta be so heartless?
I know you think it's harmless
You're tearing me apart and
Girl, the hardest part is
You're so high on attention
You're taking miles from inches
Leave me in the darkness
Never finish what we started

Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
Why you gotta be so heartless?

Look, Monday night was definitely not our night
Tuesday night was just another fight
Wednesday, I thought everything would change
Thursday came and it was still the same
Friday night, we went out on the town
Saturday, we should have burned it down
Sunday morning came and now you're gone
I should probably know this shit by now
Ah, oh
I should probably know this shit by now
But no, no

Why you gotta be so heartless?
I know you think it's harmless
You're tearing me apart and
Girl, the hardest part is
You're so high on attention
You're taking miles for inches
Leave me in the darkness
Never finish what we started

Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
Why you gotta be so heartless?

Girl, why you gotta be so in between
Loving me and leaving, leaving?
Ah, oh
I should probably know this shit by now
But no, no

Why you gotta be so heartless?
I know you think it's harmless
You're tearing me apart and
Girl, the hardest part is
You're so high on attention
You're taking miles for inches
Leave me in the darkness
Never finish what we started

Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
Why you gotta be so heartless?
Why you gotta be so heartless?
Girl, why you gotta be so heartless?
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Ryan Vojtesak, Ryan James Hurd, Morgan Wallen, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Henry Agincourt Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dangerous

I could see me sittin' in the back of a cop car
Back of my head on a window
I could see me slammin' that last call shot glass
Losin' everything in my billfold
Ooh that's what I do when I'm drinkin' about you

So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
Twist the top off another round
Hell I got enough loose screws
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
'Cause that could be dangerous
Dangerous

I could see me doin' just fine with a Daisy Duke dime
But I don't see it lastin' long
I could see me ordering too many drinks at the bar
Get the bartender pourin' them strong
It's what I do when I'm trying to drink you gone

So I don't wanna go downtown, doin' what we used to
Twist the top off another round
Hell I got enough loose screws
Getting tired of hurtin' 'bout you, nothin' ever changes
Think I'm gonna stay right here tonight
'Cause that could be dangerous
Dangerous
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Cover Me Up

A heart on the run
Keeps a hand on a gun
Can't trust anyone
I was so sure
What I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
The days when we raged, we flew off the page
Such damage was done
But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew
I was meant for someone

So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
We ain't leaving this room
'Til someone needs medical help
Or the magnolias bloom
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you're enough
To use me for good

I put your faith to the test
When I tore off your dress
In Richmond on high
I sobered up, I swore off that stuff
Forever this time
And the old lover's sing
"I thought it'd be me who helped him get home"
But home was a dream
One that I'd never seen 'til you came along

So, girl, hang your dress out to dry
We ain't leaving this room
'Til Percy Priest breaks open wide
And the river runs through
And carries this house on its stones
Like a piece of driftwood
So, cover me up and know you're enough
To use me for good

So, girl, leave your boots by the bed
We ain't leaving this room
'Til someone needs medical help
Or the magnolias bloom
It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you're enough
To use me for good
So cover me up and know you're enough
To use me for good
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Writer: Jason Isbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Country A$$ Shit

I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna see my ex-girl
I don't wanna worry 'bout finding me my next girlfriend
At the bar where they charge your right arm for a cold can of PBR

Yeah, I don't wanna watch the news
I don't wanna pick the phone up
Don't wanna sit in traffic with an empty can of long cut
I've been doin' what I should be doin', and I'm losin' my Dodge Ram mind

'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
With my country ass friends
With my country ass band
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
Between workin' it off
And gettin' it chewed
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
'Cause me and my country ass
Goin' fishin'

Yeah I just wanna drink a beer
I just wanna get a line wet
Let the sun put some more red on my neck
Wave at the girls on their rental pontoons
While my bass boat speakers go boom, boom

'Cause I just wanna do country ass shit
With my country ass friends
With my country ass band
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
Between workin' it off
And gettin' it chewed
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
'Cause me and my country ass
Goin' fishin'

Don't wanna shake no hands or tuck my shirt in
Pardon my French Mama if you're listening, but
I just wanna do country ass shit
With my country ass friends
With my country ass band
Havin' to make them dollar bills y'all
Ask me how my country ass feels y'all
Between workin' it off
And gettin' it chewed
They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans
But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it
'Cause me and my country ass
Goin' fishin'

(They ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans)
(But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it)
'Cause me and my country ass
Goin' fishin'
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Writer: Chase Mcgill, Jordan Schmidt, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Blame It On Me

If you get a little dirt on your new boots
If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze
If them school boys ain't got no luck
'Cause you start turnin' your nose up
At them downtown lights 'cause they ain't your kind of view
I hope the next boy that falls for ya don't blame you

If you roll your eyes when them other guys
Try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Oh baby, blame it on me
Oh baby, blame it on me

If your friends start asking you what's going on
'Cause all you wanna hear is them country songs
If you start takin' gravel roads and stopping off at Texacos
And you wanna watch the full moon all night long, it's my fault

If you roll your eyes when them other guys
Try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Oh baby, blame it on me
Baby, blame it on me

Forgive me if I set the bar too high
With a six pack and a bass boat fishtail slide
If them weekend boys get boring, I don't mean to wreck it for ya
Yeah, it's my bad girl if you had the time of your life
It's all right

If you roll your eyes when them other guys
Try to take you out on the city
If you quit sippin' wine and you start liking shooting whiskey
If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty
If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep
Baby, blame it on me
Oh baby, blame it on me

Baby, blame it on me
Aw blame it on, aw blame it on
Baby, blame it on me
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Writer: Ernest Keith Smith, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Beer Dont

Map dot, southern rock, buckshot, stop sign
Grizz pack, mantle rack, channel cat, trot line
Pipes ain't Bristol, but they're pretty loud though
'Round here, the sun goes down slow
But beer don't

Home base, that's a party spot at the Walmart
Second base in the parkin' lot at the ballpark
Sweet cherry pie slice in the boondocks
Skillets and the engines and the woman stay hot

But beer don't start nothin' but the party
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
But beer don't

Big boss on your back, 'bout to get a cuss-out
Scopes off, low shot, didn't lay the buck down
Baby says bye and it down right breaks you
Hey, just remember when you think the world hates you

Beer don't start nothin' but the party
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
But beer don't
No, beer don't

One beer, two beet, three beer, four
There's twenty more of 'em behind the fridge door
Five beer, six beet, seven beer, eight
You can keep count, but I'll tell who ain't

Beer don't start nothin' but the party
Beer don't taste half as good in the city
Beer don't buzz with that hip-hop, cuz
But it damn sure does with a little nitty gritty
Beer don't bust its ass Monday to Friday
Beer don't wanna sit in a glass, so slide it my way
We might drink way too much of 'em at the bar
People got their own opinion about how redneck we are
But beer don't
No, beer don't
Yeah, beer don't
But beer don't
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Writer: Jake Mitchell, Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Wallen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Your Bartender

If I was your car
I'd turn you 'round
If I was your radio
I'd play our song right now
If I was your memory of me
I'd keep runnin', runnin'
'Til your fingers started thumbin'
Through your phone
And tell me that you're comin' home

If I was your bartender
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
'Til the last one's gone
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
They fell on that bar top
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
I'm right where you need to be
If I was your bartender
I'd talk you out of leavin' me

If I was your bible
I'd turn the page to forgiveness
If I was your bed
I'd be ice cold without me in it
If I was your dream
I'd keep runnin', runnin'
Through your mind
'Til there was nothing you could do
But call me up out of the blue
Yeah

If I was your bartender
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
'Til the last one's gone
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
On the jukebox 'til your tear drops
They fell on that bar top
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
I'm right where you need to be
If I was your bartender
I'd talk you out of leaving me

Woah, woah, oh oh
Woah, woah, oh oh
Woah, woah, oh oh

Yeah, I wish I was (woah, woah, oh oh)
'Cause if I was your bartender
I'd mix 'em up strong in a tall blender
'Til the last one's gone
Yeah, I'd play every heart break song
On a jukebox 'til your tear drops
They fell on that bar top
Keep you drinkin', get you thinkin'
I'm right where you need to be
If I was your bartender
I'd talk you out of leaving me

Yeah, yeah
If I was your bartender
I'd talk you out of leaving
Talk you out of leaving
I'd talk you out of leaving me
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Writer: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Rhett Akins, Thomas Rhett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Wallen said:
"The 'double album' idea started off as just a joke between me and my manager because we had accumulated so many songs over the past couple of years. Then quarantine hit, and we realized it might actually be possible to have enough time to make it happen. I also ended up writing quite a few more songs during the quarantine with some of my good buddies. I also wanted the songs to speak to multiple phases of life and have multiple different sounds based on my influences and based on what I enjoy".
Performed By: Morgan Wallen
Producer(s): Joey Moi, Jacob Durrett, Charlie Handsome, Matt Dragstrem, Dave Cohen
Released: January 8th, 2021
Year: 2021

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