About "Chief" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album
"Chief" by Eric Church, which was released in 2011 and consists of 10 songs.
Country Music Jesus
There'll be fire on a mountain
I had a revelation last night
A divine inspiration from the other side
On what it's gonna take to right all this wrong
We need a country music Jesus
To come and save us all
We need a second comin' worse than bad
Some long haired hippie prophet
Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh. Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh
Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door,
I got a little buzz and my head is sore.
From my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the mornin' come.
Just a creepin', creepin'. Creepin', creepin'
You shot out of hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip up switch, a thief on the run.
Since the day you left me baby I can feel the lonely,
I can hear the crazy just a creepin', creepin'.
Drink In My Hand
Early Monday morning 'til Friday at five,
Man I work work work but I don't climb climb climb.
Boss man can shove that overtime up his can,
All I wanna do is put a drink in my hand.
Ya fill it up; I'll throw it down,
I got a forty hour week worth of trouble to drown.
No need to complicate it; I'm a simple man,
All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand.
Hungover & Hard Up
Hung over and hard up
Broken down and messed up
I never saw your leaving comin' but
I sure felt it when ya left
Memory button stuck on repeat
Mind skippin' like a record machine
Over and over that goodbye scene
Keeps spinnin' in my head
It keeps haunting me
I'm Gettin' Stoned
Read it in the paper
Marked the date on the wall
To remind myself to celebrate
The day I lose it all
They made plans to be together
I made plans to be alone
She got a rock
I'm gettin' stoned
Damn right I've got objections
I got a reputation going round,
Aint never been the kind to back down
I've thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes,
But Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
I did pretty good for a round or two,
But he don't fight fair like daddy taught me to,
Yeah her memory turned my head and he snuck up from behind,
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night
Yeah I see you over there makin' eyes at me
Like you don't wanna get caught
Where'd you get the cowboy on your arm
And where you want me to drop him off
I see you tryin' to hide that fire inside
But your hold me back's almost gone
Yeah it's about time I let cowboy know
That I'm a gonna take you home
Like Jesus Does
I'm a long gone Waylon song gone by,
I'm a backroads sinner at a tent revival,
She believes in me like she believes her bible,
And loves me like Jesus does.
I'm a lead foot leaning on a suped up Chevy,
I'm a good ol' boy, drinking whiskey and rye on the levee,
But she carries me, when my sins make me heavy,
And loves me like Jesus does.
Over When It's Over
It's over when it's over
Aint it baby, Aint it
Rips ya like a dagger,
Can it baby, Can it
Wish we could do it over
Damn it baby, Damn it
We had it in the air, we just couldnt land it
It's the first snap, of the last straw,
Where regrets outlast the alcohol
To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin' there all night long
Discount shades, store-bought tan, flip flops and cut off jeans
Somewhere between that set and the sun
I'm on fire, I'm born to run
You looked at me and I was done
Well, with just gettin' started
I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter, we sang oh woah woah
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