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"Bucky Covington" by Bucky Covington, which was released in 2007 and consists of 11 songs.
Ain't No Thing
I can get feeling down.
I can cruise downtown and find a good place to cry,
And drink a bottle dry.
I could see closin' time.
I could ease my mind in all them little honky tonk joints.
But Baby, what's the point?
Ain't no thing, ain't no thing,
So I'm standin' in the pourin' rain.
American Friday Night
Cheers from a high school football game on American Friday Night.
A chorus of the Pledge of Allegiance as the Veteran's rewind the fight.
The crowd roars, and the quarterback scores.
The loosing side gets quiet.
You can almost hear the heartbeat of an American Friday Night.
Hey, yeah, the girls lookin' pretty,
Man, they're good to go.
Boys tryin' to shine like stars on the city.
Music on the radio.
A Different World
We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Our cribs were covered in lead-based paint
No childproof lids
No seatbelts in cars
Rode bikes with no helmets
And still here we are
Still here we are
We got daddy's belt when we misbehaved
Had three TV channels you got up to change
Back When We Were Gods
Yeah me Jim and Dan, we were all best friends. Riding off like cowboys on a road that never ends. We knew it was our last time for the time of our lives....
See Dan was getting married, Jim was going to desert storm, I was heading off to college moving into a dorm. So we took off in that old hot rod, back when we were Gods.
You couldnt tell us nothing we didn't already know and if the sign said off limits, you could bet we would go a hundred miles an hour nonstop. Back when we were Gods.
There were Arizona troopers trailing close behind. We knew they couldnt touch us once we crossed the state line, so we pulled over and showed them a Tennessee moon from the California sign.
L.A. was a nightmare, Vegas was a dream. Danny won more money than we had ever seen, didn't take us one day to blow the whole wad, yeah back when we were Gods.
There's something missing in the air tonight
That old Rockingham moon knows just how to find.
Here I am a thousand miles away,
There ain't nothing like you girl here in LA.
Chasing dreams and watching em' come true,
Everything is coming my way but you,
Oh I'm Carolina blue and I'm surely missing you
And those Smokey Mountain nights when you made everything right.
He's a mover, he's a shaker. He's a big money maker.
Spit and shine on his alligator shoes.
Doin' what he's doin', headed sraight for ruin.
And he doesn't even have a clue.
The hollow man hasn't asked where it all happens,
Gotta window on the forty-second floor.
Whoever would have thought it turns out the only thing he wanted, Ain't the thing he was lookin' for.
Sometimes he wishes that the wish wasn't granted.
Wonderin' how he ever got disenchanted.
I'm sittin' on the train bridge waitin' on sundown.
River winds settin' low on that whole town.
And nothin' else to do but think.
And toss a stone and watch it sink.
Lord, I hope Heaven's a lot like my Hometown.
I'm walkin' down the old track balancin' on a rail.
A Sunday breeze carrying church bells.
A Sunlight Kaleidoscope,
And through them leaves of a scarlet hope.
We were 18, it was prom night. We had our first big fight. She said "Pull this car over". I did and then I told her, "I don't know what you are crying for". I grabbed her hand, as she reached for the door.
She said, I'll walk. Let go of my hand. Right now I'm hurt, and you don't understand. So just be quiet. And later we will talk. Just leave, don't worry. I'll walk.
It was a dark night, a black dress. Driver never saw her, around the bend. I never will forget the call, or driving to the hospital, when they told me her legs still wouldn't move. I cried, when I walked into her room.
She said, I'll walk. Please come and hold my hand. Right now I'm hurt, and I don't understand. Lets just be quiet, and later we can talk. Please stay, don't worry. I'll walk.
I held her hand through everything. The weeks and months of therapy. And I held her hand and asked her, to be my bride. She's dreamed from a little girl, to have her daddy bring her down the isle. So from her wheelchair, she looks up to him and smiles.
I got my eye on the deacon's daughter.
But I'm diesel fuel and she's holy water.
She donít like boys that drink, cuss, and chew.
Thatís why I'm here, Lord callin' on you.
I know I ain't been livin' like I ought to.
Lord, I swear that she could make me want to.
Maybe askin' you for more then I should,
But just give me this girl and I'm good.
It's Good To Be Us
Well baby, there ain't no maybe about it
I ain't made of money
So I know that you ain't hangin round for that
If it grew on trees
The branches on mine wouldn't have no leaves
On a shoe-string, saving every dime we made
No Cadillac cruising, no boat on a lake
Out in no-man's-land on an old two-lane
Yeah but we like it that way
The Bible And The Belt
Well I grew up back in the sticks
I was raised on cornbread and scripture
And praise God for teachin' me wrong from right
I had a wild streak
Three counties wide
They would have me
Dead in the sack
It was the hand of God'
That got me out of the hands of the law
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