Альбом Trace Adkins

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed
They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down South for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Now shes coming home to visit
Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy

With a farmers tan

Shes riding in the middle of his pickup truck
Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling, Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope theyll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl

Or why shes riding in the middle of a pickup truck
Blaring Hank Jr., yelling, Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You can train em, you can try to teach em
Right from wrong but its still gonna turn em on

And they go riding in the middle of a pickup truck
Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling, Turn it up!
You can raise her up a lady but theres one thing
You just cant avoid
Ladies love country boys
They love us country boys

I got my game on,

I step out of the shower steamin' up the place
Wipe off the mirror, shave my baby face
Can't help but smile, hey what can I say
I got my game on

Put on my black silk shirt, my Armani suit, my custom made hat, my alligator boots
Slip my rings on my fingers, my new shades
Ooooh, I got my game on,

Yeah I got my game on, better hang on tight
I guarantee it's gonna be a helluva ride
I got my groove on, I got my smooth on
Yeah you ladies better watch out tonight
I got my game on

Get to the club in my caddy with my custom 24's
Flip my keys to the valet and I'm ready to roar
They're gonna know the second I strut through the door
I got my game on

Yeah I got my game on better hang on tight
I guarantee it's gonna be a helluva ride
I got my groove on, I got my smooth on
Yeah you ladies are in trouble tonight,
I got my game on.

That little hottie at the bar, just game me a wink
Flashed my Platinum card and buy her a drink
From that look she's giving me son it's a damn good thing.

I got my game on better hang on tight
I guarantee it's gonna be a helluva ride I got my groove on
I got my smooth on, going rock star crazy tonight.
I got my game on

Yeah I got my game on, game on now baby

I got my game on

She was starin out the window of their SUV
Complainin sayin I can't wait to turn 18
She said I'll make my own money
And I'll make my own rules
Momma put the car in park out there in front of the school
And she kissed her head, and said
'I was just like you'
You're gonna' miss this
You're gonna' want this back
You're gonna' wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna' miss this
Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In her one bedroom apartment
And her daddy stops by
He tells her it's a nice place
She says, 'It'll do for now'
Starts talkin' about babies, and buyin a house
Daddy shakes his head
And says baby just slow down
Cuz' you're gonna' miss this
You're gonna' want this back
You're gonna' wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna' miss this
Five years later there's a plumber
Workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin' one kid's screamin'
And she keeps apologizin'
He says they don't bother me
I've got two babies of my own
One's thirty- six, one's twenty- three
Huh, it's hard to believe
But you're gonna' miss this
You're gonna' want this back
You're gonna' wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna' miss this
You're gonna' miss this
Yeaahhhh... you're gonna' miss this...

Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo

Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)

Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)

We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk

That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk

(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk]

You're doing all you can
To get in them old jeans
You want that body back
You had at 17
Now baby, don't get down
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
cuz the way you're fillin out,
Hey Thats alright with me
I don't want the girl you used to be
And if you aint notice
The kids are fast aleep and You're...

One Hot Mama!
You turn me on lets turn it up,
And turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama
Oh, watta ya say babe
you wanna?

I know sometimes you think
that all you really are
Is the women with the kids,
And the groceries in the car.
and you're worryin' 'bout you hips,
And you're worried 'bout your age.
Meanwhile I try to catch the breath you take away.
Oh, And believe me you still do,
Baby All I see, When I look at you is...

One Hot Mama
You turn me on,
Lets turn it up,
And turn this room into a sauna
One hot mama,
Oh whatta ya say babe
you wanna?

I can't imagine me loving someone else
I'm a lucky man,
I think daddy's got himself....

One hot mama,
you turn me on,
lets turn it up,
And turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh whatta ya say babe?
Oh now whatta ya say babe?
you wanna?

'Cause you're ONE HOT MAMA
Lets turn this room into a sauna!
Whatta ya say babe?
Whatta ya say babe?

Mudgrips, white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4 x 4, straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work
Got a "what are you looking at asshole" smirk

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Work boots, one blue suit
Size too small, don't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks, gets hitched
That's a bitch, makes me itch
Up with sun, off on the run
Makin' money money, cause I wanna have fun
Five o'clock whistle, off like a missle
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall and she goes great with

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Well, you are who you are
And that's all right with me
Well, I am who I am
And that's all I can be

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Rough and ready
Yeah, me and my buddies are all alike
We say, "Hey watch this, that didn't turn out to good, you okay"

What are you looking at
Yeah, that's a real gun in that gun rack
No, I don't have a permit for it
Do you have a permit to ask stupid questions like that
That's how you get hurt, boy

I never thought that this is where I’d settle down
I thought I’d die an old man back in my hometown
They gave me this plot of land
Me and some other men
For a job well done
There’s a big white house, sits on a hill, just up the road
The man inside, he cried the day they brought me home
They folded up a flag
And told my mom and dad
‘We’re proud of your son’

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
I’m on sacred ground, and I’m in the best of company
I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington

I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay
When we finally found that cross
He said ‘Son, this is what it costs
To keep us free’
Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him
He recognized me on the first day I came in
And it gave me a chill
When he clicked his heels
And saluted me

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property
I’m on sacred ground, and I’m in the best of company
I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones
I made it to Arlington

And every time I hear twenty-one guns
I know they brought another hero home to us

We’re thankful for those thankful for the things we’ve done
We can rest in peace, ‘cause we are the chosen ones
We made it to Arlington

Yeah, dust to dust
Don’t cry for us
We made it to Arlington

Songs About Me
Trace Adkins

I met a guy on a Red Eye, he spotted my guitar and said Whada you do?
I said I sing for a livin’. Country music mixed with a little rock and a little blues.
He said I’m sorry but I’ve never been crazy ‘bout that twang and trains and hillbilly things.
Whatever made you want to sing stuff like that?
I just looked at him and laughed and said….

Cause it’s songs about me
And who I am
Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God
Yeah they’re all just songs about me
Songs about me

So I offered him tickets. I said You’ll see what I mean if you show up tonight.
He said I doubt you’ll change my opinion . I’ll be kinda busy but hey man, I’ll try.
Then later on when we finished our songs about scars and cars and broken hearts,
I saw him, he was standing there right next to the stage and he shouted
Man you were right it was like you sang those

Songs about me and who I am
Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God
Yeah they’re all just songs about me
Songs about me, yeah

So I’ll just keep on singing til I hear the whole world singing.

Those are songs about me and who I am.
Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God.
Yeah they’re all just songs about me.
Songs about me.

Chrome,
she can see herself
in the shiny grill
and the wire wheels
of a red Chevelle
with four-on-the-floor
and the top down

Chrome,
zippin' by
on an ElectraGlide
with dual tailpipes
doin' 105 in the broad daylight
on a two lane road
headin outta town

CHORUS
For-get pink and pur-ple paislies
Little mel-low yel-low daisies
ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow
Her favorite color is chrome

yeah, chrome baby (said only once after first chorus)

Chrome
got her leg up high
on the bumper
of my big black Mack truck
with a smoke stack
pointed towards the sky
and mud flaps, you know the kind

Chrome
I said hey little girl,
you sure look nice
Do you wanna ride
I won't bite,
she climbs inside and says
Hell nah, I wanna drive

(CHORUS)

It's chrome alright
shiny, nice, polished
Chrome
chrome

(CHORUS)

that girl is all about chrome,
she sure loves chrome...
...aww, chrome

If you're tellin me I'm not on fire
You're just preachin to the choir
I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin
Last night I watched the evening news
It was the same ol nothin new
It should have cut me right in two
But it didnt
I dont know why it didnt

But I wanna feel somethin
Somethin thats a real somethin
That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive
I wanna heart that beats and bleeds
A heart thats bustin at the seams
I wanna care, I wanna cry, I wanna scream
I just wanna feel somethin

If you're tellin me thats just how it is
I don't buy it cause once I was kissed
By a red-headed girl with cherry lips
On her porch when I was sixteen
And I felt it somewhere in my soul and time stood still and I couldn't let go
I cant tell you cause I don't know how I got so cold
When did I get so cold

Chorus: I just wanna feel somethin
Somethin thats a real somethin
That moves me, that proves to me I'm still alive
Run my fingers through your fingers, across your face and through your hair
And close my eyes and breathe you in like air
I just wanna feel somethin

I hate that I'm jaded and I make you cry
But still you stick around me, only God knows why
Damn it all to hell, I'm done
Cause I don't like what I've become
So come here, baby
Come here, baby

(Repeat Chorus)

Come here, baby

(Talking) take me out to the ball game

INTRO

Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing
Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing batter batter Swing
(Strike one)
Hey baby do you do come here often
(Strike two)
Hey baby now what's your sign
(Strike three)
Hold on now where you goin'
(He is out)
Jimmy's out next in line
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing

INSTRUMENTAL

(First Base)
Why yes I went to Harvard
(SAFE)
I majored in pre-med
(He's got a big lead)
(Picked off)
Just stayed for one semester
(It could be he's out)
Toms out who's next
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing
Swing it now

SOLO

Everybody strikes out nine times out of ten
But you got to step up to the plate son 'cause every now and then
(Fast ball)
She walked right up to me
(Here's the pitch)
Said could I take you home
(Theirs a drive)
Hey boys I'll see you later
(It could be, it...it is!)
Goin' goin' goin' gone
(Swing batter batter swing batter batter swing batter batter swing) 6x's

He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield
Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel
Fourteen years of back and forth
Of Work and Church and honey do's

He's a hardhat hammer swiggin' won't hear him wine
Kick some butt, wrap it up, crack a beer high five
God-fearing son of pride and strength
That's excatcly what he's turned into

He'll fight tooth and nail for his family
Give the shirt off his back for a friend in need.

Chorus:
So let's all raise a glass to the guy who never asked
Any praise for a job well done
All the blood, sweat, and tears standing tall no fear
It's long overdue
Here's to the American Man

Flies the stars and stripes on a pole in the front yard
Picture of his wife and kids as a bookmark
To keep his place inside the Good Book
The words he believes and lives by

He's gonna make mistakes like anyone
But he's gonna make it right 'fore the day is done

(Repeat Chorus)

So let's all raise a glass to the guy who never asked
Any praise he just gave
All the blood sweat and tears
He stood tall no fear

(Repeat Chorus)

This songs for you
The American man
The American man

I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a souped up car on a county road
Nothin' much to do back then
So we'd make bets
On how much drink a guy could hold
And I held my own
Learn to hold my own

Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
Mama taught the Sunday bible class
For eighteen years I remember thinkin'
There was more to life than that
So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
Goin' just as fast as I could fly
'Cause I came here to live
I didn't come here to die

Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
Daddy he'd say listen son
But back then there wasn't much
That I didn't already know

I reckon I was doing close to 80
When I felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
And He found me upset down in a ditch
Smokin' gas in my eyes
And He said son you came here to live
You didn't come here to die

Sunday morning I got up and I went to church
That summer I got a job and I went to work
Met a girl in town put some money down
On a little house with a yard

Our little boy was due in September
But he came early in July
For eighteen days all I remember
Was settin' there at his side
Sayin' son open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
'Cause you came here to live
You didn't come here to die
Son you came here to live