Cabin In The Woods
I know the guy that owns the key to the lock on the chain of that gate
Across that gravel road that winds back into the trees.
You'd never know just over that hill there's a little log house by a spring
Fed creek where the blue bells grow so thick you wouldn't believe.
And he said it would be ok if we wanted to use it for a weekend getaway.
Oh I wanna lay down with you
In a cabin in the woods.
On an old feather bed.
With the fire goin good.
Family reunion, 4th of July
It's been three years since I've seen them
Now I remember why
Aunt Charlotte's at the door, big smile on her face
The first thing she says to me
Looks like you've gained some weight
You only get that kind of honesty from family
Uncle Joe's getting plastered
Aunt Martha's getting mad
Same old cousin Doug
Don't let the sunset on a argument,
It's easy to say when your not in one, that's a fact.
Cause when were not getting along she got a strong stubborn side,
But I can't call the kettle black.
Cause sometimes our silly fights
May go well into the night
And we hit the sack back to back
To ticked off to speak
We rather hold our grudges, then be the one that budges,
Growing Up Like That
I was 12 years old with some bolts and a wrench, a piece of plywood that
Was 3/4 inch and daddy said son once your chores are one I'll give you one
Of them gris old barn poles. I went out in the pasture with no cow patties,
Got some post hole diggers, and I got after it. Had some sun on my back and
A blister on my hand, but man I had myself a goal!
I dribbles that ball till the grass was gone and the ground was brown and
Flat. Me and Daddy played horse and the cows all "mooed" and we laughed. I
Was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that.
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more
From up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer bottles
Down in the holler and smokin'
I said is that right
He said, they won't speak when spoken to
So which one here belongs to you
And I know one does
Just Wanna Rock N' Roll
Times are tough and times are strange
But time's one thing that you can't change
Love is a noun and love is a verb
But sometimes love is a dirty word
It don't matter what tomorrow brings
Tonight you just need to think about one thing
And that's showing up and letting go
And maybe gettin' just a little out of control
I packed up my pick-up at 17
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky tonk
Till I became a jukebox flash
Play anything from Zeppelin to Cash
As a hard headed hard livin'
Cover singin' cover of my own self
Forgot who I was and where I was from
She'd Rather Fight
I miss my baby so much,
After being gone,
Out on that lake uh fishin'
All weekend long,
So I bought flowers and a bottle of the good stuff,
But when I walked in I knew well I didn't bring enough
Cause' she ain't as happy as I am to be home,
If looks could kill then I'd be cold as a stone.
I'm already ready to kiss and makeup
She's A Girl
Did she tried to play a little hard to get
Well just a little hint, oh don't give up just yet
What made you think that love was gonna be so easy
Well she's a girl ain't she
Does she get to you, like no one else
Could she make your life heaven or a livin hell
Did you think beautiful would drive you so crazy
Oh she's a girl ain't she
Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes
In this [Incomprehensible]
When this old beach bum yelled out
"Come on, play, give me three steps"
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills
And said, "By the way, I own this bar"
Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips