Альбом Montgomery Gentry

Get ready for the big revival, c'mon everybody get in the van
There's a little church on Eagle Mountain, it's called The Blood of the Blessed Lamb
If your faith ain't strong enough child, you might wind up dead
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead

Reverend Jones, he struts and dances while the guitar plays Amazing Grace
He testifies in tongues of fire, with tears of joy runnin' down his face
He ain't sure and we ain't sure what exactly he said
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead

You won't find many hypocrites that'll take a chance on gettin' bit
But a true believer can survive rattlesnakes and cyanide

When you hold that deadly viper, keep the Holy Spirit in your mind
Do not lose your concentration or that serpent's bound to strike
Either way you won't forget the first time that you said
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead
Oh that's right
Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead

Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail

Grandma she got drunk and left
All her kids on her mamas front steps
Nobody's heard from her since she hightailed

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am

Daddy never finished school
But he shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealin' cars down in Birmingham

Mama always went to church
But we soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with the preacher man

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am

I come from a long line of losers......

It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band was playing “Girl from Ipanema”
It was like a bad dream, y’all
Had a plate with a cracker and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by, said, “You tried the Clams Casino?”
I said, “Who me? No.”
She leaned over and whispered something I’d been dying to hear
What do you say you and me go find ourselves a beer
And I said…

Now you’re talking like I’m thinking
You’re reading my mind
That’s what I’m saying
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey
Now you’re talking
That’s more like it
You’re reading my mind
Baby, you’re psychic
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey, hey
Now you’re talking

It was a regular down-home country dive
The band was playing “Sweet Home Alabama”
The whole place was jammin’
We got a pitcher of beer, some wings and fries
The bar tender said, “Have you tried our chips and salsa?”
And I said, “No, but maybe we outta”
You looked at your watch and you looked at me like
“Baby it’s time to go”
If we leave right now we won’t get no sleep
Might as well stay till they close
And I said…

Now you’re talking like I’m thinking
You’re reading my mind
That’s what I’m saying
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey
Now you’re talking
That’s more like it
You’re reading my mind
Baby, you’re psychic
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey, hey
Now you’re talking

That’s more like it
We’re on the same page
You’re speakin’ my language
Whatever you say

Now you’re talking like I’m thinking
You’re reading my mind
That’s what I’m saying
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey
Now you’re talking
That’s more like it
You’re reading my mind
Baby, you’re psychic
I heard that, don’t hold back
Now you’re talking
Hey, hey, hey
Now you’re talking
Like I’m thinking
You’re reading my mind
That’s what I’m saying
Now you’re talking like I’m thinking
You’re reading my mind
Girl, that’s what I’m saying
Now you’re talkin’

(written by Trent Willmon, Phil O'Donnell and Gary Hannan)

At the ripe old age of nineteen
i bought a short bed pick up chicks machine
life ran on beer and gasoline
a half a lap ahead of the law
i had a fake i d that got me into "tuffies"
love was a word i used to get lucky
was a big time spender with that plastic money
back when i knew it all

ch.....back when the world was flat and mama and daddy didn't have a clue
that was back......
back when a pitcher of beer and a couple shots made me bulletproof
back when god was a name i used in vain to get a point across when i got ticked off
lord i'm learning so much more......than back when i knew it all

i found out credit cards don't mean you're rich
and beer and gasoline don't mix
yeah step side trucks can't jump a ditch
and those " big house" rooms sure are small
i've learned that love is a woman that will settle you down
a sunday sermon can turn life around
man i can't believe all the answers i've found
since ....back when i knew it all

ch

br....i've done some growing up
and i'm still growing up
so i know i'll never be as smart as i once was
that was back.......

ch

Wake up in the morning
Get to living my life
Making sure that Im all that I can be
Went to church on Sunday
There was a moment that came
I swear it was like the Lord spoke right to me

So now I'm slowing it down and I'm looking around
And I'm lovin' this town and I'm doing alright
Aint' worried 'bout nothing cept for the man I wanna be
I'm thinking maybe it's time to be livin' the rhyme
When I'm singing a song about nothing but right
And it'd sure be nice if you would roll with me

Saw a kid last winter only twenty years old
Being laid to rest while his mom stood by his side
Sure was hard to watch those tears roll down her face
Made me think how we all just have our time

So now I'm slowing it down and I'm looking around
And I'm lovin this town and I'm doing alright
Aint' worried 'bout nothing cept for the man I wanna be
I'm thinking maybe it's time to be livin' the rhyme
When I'm singing a song about nothing but right
And it's sure be nice if you would roll with me

Who knows whats up ahead
I think I'd rather not know instead

So now I'm slowing it down and I'm looking around
And I'm lovin this town and I'm doing alright
Aint' worried 'bout nothing cept for the man I wanna be
I'm thinking maybe it's time to be livin' the rhyme
When I'm singing a song about nothing but right
And it's sure be nice if you would roll with me

Golden Tee, shuffleboard, pinball, he's got the score
that everybody around here's tryin to beat,
he's a six pack up when he walks in,
tells the band crank it up to 10,
then he's up dancin on his seat,
well he's a big mouth, yellin' hey play some free bird,
says give me three steps and nobody gets hurt,
then he takes off his shirt

Chorus:

There's one in every crowd,
brings the party in us out,
good time charley with a harley, whiskey bent and hellbound,
he's got the next round, but he always drinks for free,
there's one in every crowd, and it's usually me,
hey ya'll, hey ya'll, hey ya'll, there's one in every crowd

Got a fliptop box of marlboros,
he'll bum a light and steal your girl,
then laugh at you for gettin' all upset, well everybody here knows his name,
makes everybody else look sane,
when he's out, as far as you can get,
in his mind he's a rock star, crankin' out that air guitar,
til the bartender says fool, get off my bar

Chorus:

There's one in every crowd,
that brings the party in us out,
good time charley with a harley, whiskey bent and hellbound,
he's got the next round, but he always drinks for free,
there's one in every crowd, and it's usually me,
hey ya'll, hey ya'll, hey ya'll, there's one in every crowd

He's a hard drinkin man's man,
and women love him when they can,
he's a bartender's best friend,
it ain't a party till he walks in

Chorus:

There's one in every crowd,
that brings the party in us out,
good time charley with a harley, whiskey bent and hellbound,
he's got the next round, but he always drinks for free,
there's one in every crowd, and it's usually me,
hey ya'll, hey ya'll, hey ya'll, there's one in every crowd

It's usually me, hey ya'll, hey ya'll, hey ya'll, there's one in every crowd, that's right

Verse 1:
A couple acres, on the outskirts
A little fenced in piece of red dirt
And the banker had his pen out
He said "sign here", I kinda freaked out
All this talkin' about settlin'
Had this old boy back peddlin'
So I pushed back that contract
Found my car keys and I hit the gas

Chorus:

I don't know what I'm lookin' for
So I guess I'll go and look some more

Verse 2:
A couple girls back I lost my head
With a hazel eyed brunette
Showed up with, yea, of all things
A little blue box with a gold ring
So I reached down in my pocket
To find my nerve, but I lost it
Couldn't trust me, with her around
So I put my heart, back in lock down

Chorus:

I don't know what I'm lookin' for
So I guess I'll go and look some more

Verse 3:
So many choices
So hard to choose
I can't hold my horses
I've got no time to lose

Chorus:

Oh, I don't know what I'm looking for
So I guess I'll go and take another good long look around

I don't know what I'm lookin' for
So I guess I'll go and look some more

Guess I'll go and look some more, yea,
Take another good long look around

(Featuring Toby Keith)

Well I don’t go out all the time, what kinda fool do you think I am
But a rowdy Wednesday nighter, ain’t really something you can plan
Gotta be at work by 7 (that’s right)
I should be gettin’ home (that’s right)
I used to do this all the time, but now I really don’t

(chorus)
I pick my parties, that’s what I do
I wish that I could hit’em all, but I got to pick and choose
I’d be pushing up daisies if I did it every day of the week
So, I pick my parties, oh but sometimes they pick me

Good ones always happen at the most inconvenient time
But once it gets a goin’ and is rollin’, ain’t no slowin’ down tonite (oh come on)
That ole’ sun might be risin’ ‘fore I get to bed, but I make sure it’s always with the poundin’ in my head

(chorus)
I pick my parties, that’s what I do
I wish that I could hit’em all, but you got to pick and choose
I’d be pushing up daisies if I did it every day of the week
So, I pick my parties, oh but sometimes they pick me

If I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna do it right
If I’m going out, I’m going out all night

(chorus)
We pick our parties, that’s what we do
We wish that we could hit’em all, but we got to pick and choose
We’d be pushing up daisies if we did it every day of the week
So, I pick my parties, oh but sometimes
I pick my parties, oh but sometimes
We pick our parties, oh but sometimes they pick Toby, T and me

(How do like us now, baby…….ha ha ha ha)

I met an old man on a Greyhound
On my way down to New Orleans
He started talkin' in the backseat
He pulled out a flask and passed it to me

He said, 'Someday you'll be my age
And start lookin' back on where you've been
You'll get a little sad and just a little mad
When it hits you, you can't do it all againa??

So order up the good wine
Soak up the sunshine
And don't forget to take time
To try to love someone

'Cause life's just a crazy ride on a runaway train
And you can't go back for what you missed
So make it good, make it last 'cause it all files by so fast
And you only get one trip

I got off in Jackson and I started thinkin'
Starin' out the window at the rain
And I been livin' like a man sleep walkin'
There's a lot of things that I'm gonna change

I'm gonna order up the good wine
Start soakin' up the good times
Won't let another day go by
Without lovin' someone

'Cause life's just a crazy ride on a runaway train
And you can't go back for what you missed
So make it good, make it last 'cause it all files by so fast
You only get one trip

Life's just a crazy ride on a run away train
You can't go back for what you've missed
So make it count, hold on tight find a way to make it right
You only get one trip
So make it good, make it last 'cause it all flies by so fast
You only get one trip

Verse 1:
He said beer works but liquor's quicker
And he shot down that whiskey straight
He said I ain't no one but the secret is son
You gotta get out of your own way
I said my job sucks,I got a broke-down truck
And I feel like I'm spinning my wheels
As the pool balls clicked he pulled a lucky from his lips
And said son here's the deal

Chorus:
This ain't about easy it's about tough
It's about leaving the house before the sun comes up
The kickin, the cussin, the fussin, the fightin
Stayin in love when the money gets tight
When you start in this world with a wide-eyed girl
And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
I know one thing it ain't about easy

Verse 2:
He looked at me from underneath his BFW cap
He said you're young and green and full of dreams
What I wouldn't give for that
I said yea, but you know I ain't thirty years old
And I feel like I've run out of breath
He said welcome to life son, and you ain't alive
If you ain't breakin' a sweat

Chorus:
This ain't about easy it's about tough
It's about leaving the house before the sun comes up
The kickin, the cussin, the fussin, the fightin
Stayin in love when the money gets tight
When you start in this world with a wide-eyed girl
And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
I know one thing it ain't about easy

Verse 3:
Well I payed his tab and told him I was going home
He said son, just remember the highs are higher than the low, the low

Chorus:
This ain't about easy it's about tough
It's about leaving the house before the sun comes up
The kickin, the cussin, the fussin, the fightin
Stayin in love when the money gets tight
When you start in this world with a wide-eyed girl
And a twenty dollar pawn shop ring
I know one thing it ain't about easy

It ain't about easy

(feat. Lillie Mae Rische of Jypsi)

I’m a total stranger to a three piece suit
I’m more kin to jeans and boots
I’m a hard days work to an aching back
I’m a promise to a callous to both these hands
I wear a lot of hats

I’m a walk in the park to an irish setter
A stamp of approval writing mama a letter
Weekend coach from my quarterback chair
My faith hangs on this cross I wear

Chorus:
I’m a lot of things to a lot of things
Not always a winner, a loser I ain’t
I’m a full time sinner, a part saint
And I ain’t afraid of fear, if it makes me a better man
God knows who I am

I’m a husband, a brother, a father, a son
A slap on the back, a handshake a hug
I’m a safe place to land when she needs a shoulder
And I’m all arms when she wants me to hold her

Chorus:

I try to start and end everyday
Making a little time to pray
One on one with the man
Cause from my knees I know where I stand
And I thank God
God knows who I am

Chorus:

God Knows Who I Am