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"American Saturday Night" by Brad Paisley, which was released in 2009 and consists of 15 songs.
American Saturday Night
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singing back in the USSR
Yeah she's goin around the world tonight
But she ain't leavin here
She's just going to meet her boyfriend down at the street fair
It's a french kiss, italian ice
Spanish moss in the moonlight
Just another American Saturday night
Anything Like Me
I remember sayin' I don't care either way
Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm okay
Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen
And said, "You see that thing right there, well you know what that means"
I started wondering who he was going to be
And I thought heaven help us if he's anything like me
He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike too fast
End up every summer wearin' something in a cast
Breakfast With You
I'd like to take you out on Friday night
I bet you're beautiful by candlelight
We'll grab a bite and dance the night away
I'll try to have you home by Saturday
Hey, let me take you out to dinner
You know there's nothing else I'd rather do
Okay, except for maybe stay up all night, baby
And have breakfast with you
Catch All The Fish
I filled up two shopping carts late last night
The one was full of fishing gear, the other Miller Lite
The checkout-lady laughed and said 'You think you got enough'
And I said 'Yeah, You're probably right', and filled another two carts up
Gonna catch all the fish
Gonna drink all the beer
Gonna head outta town
We're not staying here
I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating
I might as well start living again
And so I threw on a shirt
Put on a jacket went out to meet some friends
And now I'm acting like I couldn't be better
Like I've always got this smile on my face
Walking around weaving through the crowd
And trying not to look out of place
Cause everybody's here
I Hope That's Me
Somebody's gotta scratch your back, the places you can't reach
Say something that'll make you laugh, that's exactly what you need,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
Somebody's gonna get dressed up and take you out for valentine's,
Get lots of jealous looks thinking that's one lucky guy,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
And you, you keep on wondering who, is gonna love you like I already do, and I keep wondering when you'll see, that eventually.
On my fifth birthday, I got so upset,
About the brand new bike, that I didn't get.
I'd prayed my heart out, and it didn't seem fair,
I told my grandpa, I guess God doesn't care,
And he just smiled, and said my child,
Make no mistake, every prayer you pray,
Gets answered, even though,
Sometimes, the answer is no.
Oh Yeah, You're Gone
I opened my eyes, look at the clock,
It says eight fifteen,
Stumble out of bed, fumble down the hall,
Still half asleep.
Opened up a window, opened up the paper,
And put some coffee on, grab two cups,
Oh yeah, you're gone.
Shower and shave, take a little time to read the news,
She's Her Own Woman
I called to say I'm working late tonight
To cancel our dinner date
But she just said that's alright
And just like that she made some other plans
Saw a movie with a couple friends
Had herself a ball
Oh, 'cause after all
She's her own woman
Without me, she does fine
I remember trying not to stare
The night that I first met you,
You had me mesmerized,
And three weeks later,
In the front porch light,
Taking 45 minutes to kiss goodnight.
I hadn't told you then,
That I thought I loved you then
And now you're my whole life,
Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue cut, with a skull ring
Three stained bleach spots, and a whole in the knee
You say the man inside those Levi's don't take orders
She'll just have to realize you'll do as you damn well please
You wear the pants
Buddy good for you
I'm so impressed
You need to know
Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air
I was three years old
And so began my love affair
On a river bank
With all my friends
A big old rope tied to a limb
And your a big old wuss
Welcome To The Future
When I was ten years old,
I remember thinkin' how cool it would be,
When we were goin' on an eight hour drive,
If I could just watch T.V.
And I'd have given anything
To have my own PacMan game at home.
I used to have to get a ride down to the arcade;
Now I've got it on my phone.
Welcome To The Future (Reprise)
I went to see father of the bride,
With a girl back home,
We broke up before the sequal,
So I went to that one all alone.
I wondered who I'd wind up with,
And what would our kids look like?
Well I guess I got my answer,
As I tuck them in at night.
You Do The Math
With seven billion people in this world,
I can't believe your still a single girl,
I bet you're thinking you're better off on your own,
But the best things in life,
Just can't be done alone.
It takes two to make love baby,
I'm sure of that,
I'm one, you're one,
You do the math.
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