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Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton


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Настоящее имя Blake Tollison Shelton
Дата рождения 18 июня 1976 г.
Откуда Ada, Oklahoma, USA
Жанры Country
Годы 2001—н.в.
Лейблы Warner Bros. Records
См. также Trace Adkins
Bobby Braddock
Miranda Lambert
Сайт Website



Альбом Blake Shelton


Blake Shelton's Barn & Grill (26.10.2004)
26.10.2004
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Driving down the interstate
Running thirty minutes late
Singing Margaritaville and minding my own
Some foreign car driver dude with the road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird an' then he was gone

Some beach
Somewhere
There's a big umbrella casting shade over a empty chair
Palm trees are growing and a warm breezes a blowing
I picture myself right there
On Some beach, somewhere

I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar was getting into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up
From out of no where a Mercedes Benz
Came cruising up and whipped right in

Some beach
Somewhere
There's no where to go when you got all day to get there
There's cold margaritas and hot Senioritas smiling with long dark hair
On some beach
Somewhere

I sat in that waiting room
It seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said doc's ready for you
you're not gonna feel a thing we'll give you some novocain
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drilling before I was numb

Some beach
Somewhere
There's a beautiful sunset burning up that atmosphere
There's music and dancing and lovers romancing
In the salty evening air
On some beach
Somewhere
On some beach, somewhere

. . .



Don't waste your time looking over your shoulder
Those loves from the past ain't getting no closer
When I look in my future you're all I can see
Don't go loving on nobody but me.

Chorus:
Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
You can do what you want to,
But I'm asking pretty please (Honey) Don't go loving on nobody but me.

I took my time to tell you how I feel
Just because I took so long don't mean that it isn't real
I ain't got no diamond, but I'm down on my knees
Don't go loving on nobody but me.

Chorus:
Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
You can do what you want to,
But I'm asking pretty please (Honey) Don't go loving on nobody but me.

Chorus:
Nobody but me gonna love you like you ought to be loved on
Nobody but me gonna cry if you up and leave
You can do what you want to,
But I'm asking pretty please (Honey) Don't go loving on nobody but me.

Don't go loving on nobody but me...

. . .



Baby baby baby
He's got you cryin' again
Baby baby baby
He's got you cryin' again
He's a Good Old Boy but he's a Bad Old Boyfriend.

I know that he loves you
Looks like he'd show it now and then
I know that he loves you
Looks like he'd show it now and then
He's a Good Old Boy but he's a Bad Old Boyfriend.

He kicks off his shoes throws down this coat
Opens a beer grabs the remote
Your never heard your seldom seen
A joker don't deserve a queen

Baby baby baby
Why don't you just get rid of him (Tell him to go)
He's a Good Old Boy but he's a Bad Old Boyfriend. (That's right)

He makes you cry I'll make you laugh
He rubs you wrong I'll rub your back
Your never heard your seldom seen
A joker don't deserve a queen
Baby baby baby

Why don't you just get rid of him (Bye Bubba)
He's a Good Old Boy but he's a Bad Old Boyfriend.
He's a Good Old Boy but he's a Bad Old Boyfriend.
Good Old Boy Bad Old Boyfriend.

. . .



Little by little, now babe
I've come a long, long way
Picking up the pieces
That you threw away
Did you give it up
Did I let you down
Either way, it doesn't matter
Cause I'm finally comin' 'round
I hope you find where you belong
Hello - goodbye
Life goes on

In another town, in a little place
Looking in the eyes of a pretty face
I ain't no fool
I know what she's thinkin'
I can hold her in my arms
But, I could never let her stay
Cause, love
Your sweet love
Still gets in the way

Minute by minute
I hear the voice in my heart
And make a new start
So, I think a little less
I drink a little more
Cause, all in all she's everything
That I've been waiting for
She smiles that smile
I face the fact
Love's a give and take thing
And I can't give it back

. . .



It's your life - you say you need a change
Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything
You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door
How can you walk away don't I matter anymore

If being free's worth what you leave behind
And if it's too late for love to change your mind
Then it's goodbye time

If we had known our love would come to this
We could have saved our hearts the hurt of wasted years
Well it's been fun - what else can I say
If the feeling's gone words won't stop you anyway

If being free's worth what you leave behind
And if it's too late for love to change your mind
Then it's goodbye time

. . .



On a Mississippi mornin'
My dad yelled out a warnin'
Son you better hit that cotton patch soon
And on my way on down the field
As I passed Old Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.

Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen
Then she gave me a come here smile
Nearly drove my body wild
I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeans.

(Chorus)
Well on that cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Beck Morgan
You know that day I didn't get to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.

Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin'
Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't get too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.

(Chorus 2)
And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang I never got to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.

We've come along way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
And I bought that mill
Just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growin' old
We still go down there to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild.

(Chorus 3)
And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never got to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know we'll will remember
Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
[2x]

We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time
We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.

. . .



I can't have this conversation
Without lots of reservations on the line
If there's a way to slip around it
Then I'm bound to get around it one more time
Honey you are so persuasive
But it makes me more evasive when you pry
You can label me elusive
But the facts are inconclusive at this time

'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind
I've got roses growing over what you'd find
But keep on asking if you're inclined
'Cause you can't handle what's on my mind

I don't mean to drive you crazy
Comin' off all vague and hazy just because
I don't have an answer for you
I just wouldn't want to bore you if it does

But keep on asking if you're inclined
But, you can't handle what's on my mind
No, you can't handle what's on my mind

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Tommy's daddy, kept a six pack in the fridge
We thought we were old enough,
To do what Daddy's did.
It didn't take us long to go
From drunk to really sick.
When I walked in my house,
I stumbled just a bit.

You play it cool,
But it's no use,
Dad ain't no fool,
And that's the truth.
Chewing gum won't cover,
Up that smell.
You can't hide one single thought,
If you try, you'll just get caught.
When somebody knows you that well.

We lost Daddy,
In nineteen ninety-nine.
I took care of everybody's pain,
Except for mine.
And then one night,
My wife took my face in her hands.
She said, "I think it's time you cry
for your old man."

You play it cool,
But it's no use.
She ain't no fool,
And that's the truth.
And my teardrops finally fell.
You can't hide one single thought,
If you try, you'll just get caught.
When somebody knows you that well.

I could probably do more,
To help my fellow man.
But life gets busy,
And I hope God understands.
Someday, when I get time,
I'll do more than my share.
Funny how I'm thinkin' this,
Sittin' in my easy chair.

You play it cool,
But it's no use.
God ain't no fool,
And that's the truth.
And he won't let you fool yourself.
You can't hide one single thought,
If you try, you'll just get caught.
When somebody knows you that well...

When somebody knows you that well.

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On A Good Day, when I think about her
I only cry a couple hundred tears
On A Good Day, when I can't forget about her
I can dull the pain with just a couple beers
On A Good Day I can even fake a smile
When somebody says I'm gonna be ok
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' On A Good Day.

So set em up
Here's a hundred dollars keep em comin' Joe (whoa whoa)
When I've had enough
Call this number and my brother
Will pour me in his car and drive me home
On A Good Day, I become the kind of man that even I can barely tolerate
And as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' On A Good Day.

On A Good Day, I would never crash a party
Knowin' she'd be there with someone else
And On A Good Day, I would have stopped before I started
To make a major fool of myself
On A Good Day, I'd been quick enough to duck
Before her new love punched me in the face
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' On A Good Day.

Yeah I only see you Joe
When I'm not havin' A Good Day
No I'm not havin' A Good Day.

. . .



Mr. Bourbon and Coke laughs
At all of my jokes when he's drinking
Mr. Martini stares and he
Never shares what he's thinking.

Miss Sexy Red Wine tells me at closing time
That she'll phone me
Mr. Whiskey Shot Glass watches hookers
Walk past when he's lonely.

Chorus:
I'm a bartender
I pour the drinkers
Laugh with the sinners
And cry with the saints
And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender.

Mr. Never Does Tip says
That none of his kids ever call home
Mrs. Chews On Her Lip tells someone
She's at work on her cell phone.

Mrs. Husband Just Died always
Breaks down and cries on the weekends
Just another long night in a
Bartender's life with some good friends.

Chorus:
I'm a bartender
I pour the drinkers
Laugh with the sinners
And cry with the saints
And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender.

And even if they don't remember
I try to make their bar tender...

. . .



He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair
At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame
Now that same frowns in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins.

(Chorus:)
Fish swim, birds fly
Daddys' yell, mommas' cry
Old men sit and think
I Drink.

Chicken TV dinner
Six minutes on defrost three on high
Beer to wash it down then another
Some whiskey on the side
It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every nights the same
I don't need another lover hangin' around
Tryin' to make me change.

(Chorus:)
Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave, by and by
Old men sit and think
I Drink.

I know, what I am
But I don't, give a damn.

(Chorus:)
Fish swim, birds fly
Daddys' yell, mommas' cry
Old men sit and think
I Drink.

I Drink.

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