Who I Am (1994)

  • 1

    Summertime Blues

    (Eddie Cochran, Jerry Capehart)

    Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
    About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
    Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
    My boss says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late"
    Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
    'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

    Well my mom 'n' papa told me, "Son, you gotta make some money
    If you wanna use the car to go ridin' next Sunday"
    Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
    "Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
    Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
    'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

    I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
    I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
    Well I called my congressman and he said quote
    "I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
    Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
    'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

    Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
    About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
    Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
    'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

    Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
    'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
    No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

    ©1958 (Renewed) Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
  • 2

    Livin' On Love

    (Alan Jackson)

    Two young people without a thing
    Say some vows and spread their wings
    Settle down with just what they need
    Liviní on love

    She donít care 'bout whatís in style
    She just likes the way he smiles
    It takes more than marble and tile
    Liviní on love

    Liviní on love, buyiní on time
    Without somebody nothing ainít worth a dime
    Just like an old fashioned story book rhyme
    Liviní on love
    It sounds simple thatís what you're thinkin'
    But love can walk through fire without blinkin'
    It doesnít take much when you get enough
    Livin' on love

    Two old people without a thing
    Children gone but still they sing
    Side by side in that front porch swing
    Liviní on love
    He canít see anymore
    And she can barely sweep the floor
    Hand in hand they'll walk through that door
    Just liviní on love

    Chorus

    No it doesnít take much when you get enough
    Livin' on love

    ©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP)
  • 3

    Hole In The Wall

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    There's a hole in the wall
    Where a nail used to be
    A nail that held a picture of
    The one that once held me

    Now that wall's tellin' me
    What I don't wanna hear
    I'm tired of the word "fool"
    Ringin' in my ears

    Oh I guess a saner man
    Would simply paint it
    But I'm not sane and after all
    It's my wall, ain't it
    I've got this hammer in my hand
    And when I'm through
    There'll be a hole in that wall
    Big enough to drive a truck through

    When you lose the greatest love
    You've ever had
    A little hole in the wall
    Is enough to drive you mad

    Chorus

    Oh I've got this hammer in my hand
    And when I'm through
    There'll be a hole in that wall
    Big enough to drive a truck through

    ©Yee Haw Music / Sony Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., Mill Village Music (ASCAP)
  • 4

    Gone Country

    (Bob McDill)

    She's been playin' in a room on the Strip
    For ten years in Vegas
    Every night she looks in the mirror
    And she only ages
    She's been readin' about Nashville and all the records that everybody's buying
    Says 'I'm a simple girl myself grew up on Long Island'
    So she packs her bags to try to her hand
    Says this might be my last chance

    She's gone country, look at them boots
    She's gone country, back to her roots
    She's gone country, a new kind of suit
    She's gone country, here she comes

    Well the folk sceneís dead, but he's holding out in the village
    He's been writing songs, speaking out against wealth and privilege
    He says I donít believe in money, but a man could make him a killin'
    'Cause some of that stuff don't sound much different than Dylan
    I hear down there it's changed you see
    They're not as backward as they used to be

    He's gone country, look at them boots
    He's gone country, back to his roots
    He's gone country, a new kind of suit
    He's gone country, here he comes

    Well, he commutes to L.A., but he's got a house in the valley
    But the bills are piling up, and the pop scene just ain't on the rally
    And he says honey I'm a serious composer schooled in voice and composition
    But with the crime and the smog these days this ain't no place for children
    Lord it sounds so easy, this shouldn't take long
    Be back in the money in no time at all'

    Chorus

    Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk
    He's gone country, a new kind of talk
    He's gone country, look at them boots
    He's gone country, oh back to his roots

    He's gone country
    He's gone country
    Everybody's gone country
    Yeah we've gone country
    The whole world's gone country

    © 1994 PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Ranger Bob Music (ASCAP)
  • 5

    Who I Am

    (Haley Allen, Mel Besher)

    Well I know you hate my drinkin'
    And the way I talk sometimes
    But you hate it most when I don't call at night

    And it's just because you love me
    And you worry 'bout your man
    You do the best you can with who I am

    Burnin' both ends of a candle
    Can leave one in the dark
    And I know what I put you through
    Is hard upon your heart
    And it's just that you're concerned for me
    Sweetheart, I understand
    You do the best you can with who I am

    You go to church on Sunday
    While I'm still home in bed
    Sleepin' off the night I had before
    And sometimes you say I'm perfect
    And sometimes not worth a damn
    You do the best you can with who I am

    Chorus

    You do the best you can with who I am

    © 1993 Coburn Music, Inc. / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., Randy Scruggs Music (BMI)
  • 6

    You Can't Give Up On Love

    (Alan Jackson)

    You say your heart's been broken
    And you just can't win
    You say that you'll never love again
    Let me tell you friend

    You can't give up on love
    That's the one thing we've got to keep going
    'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
    But you can't give up on love

    Looked out my window and what did I see
    It's another broken family
    The kids are stayin' with mama at home
    Daddy's livin' in a house all alone

    Chorus

    Troubled times make it hard to stay
    So many lovers take the easy way
    But don't go crazy and jump ship too soon
    'Cause every day can't be a honeymoon

    Chorus

    No you can't give up on love
    Oh you can't give up on love

    © 1994 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music (ASCAP)
  • 7

    I Don't Even Know Your Name

    (Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loftin)

    Well I was sittiní in a roadhouse down on highway 41
    You were wipiní off some ketchup on a table that was done
    I know you didn't see me I was in a corner booth
    Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
    So I flagged you down for coffee but I couldn't say a thing
    But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name

    I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
    I've never been to good at all these sexual games
    So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
    I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name

    So I ordered straight tequila a little courage in a shot
    I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
    I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
    But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
    The last thing I remember I heard myself say
    I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name

    Chorus

    The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
    Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
    I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
    And I said where the heel am I and just who the hell are you
    She said I was your waitress and our last name's now the same
    Cause Iím married to you baby and I don't even know your name

    Yeah I'm married to a waitress I don't even know her name
    I've never been to good at all these sexual games
    I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
    Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name

    ©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP)
  • 8

    Song For The Life

    (Rodney Crowell)

    Well I don't drink as much as I used to
    Lately it just ain't my style
    And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to
    They pass quicker, like when I was a child

    And somehow I've learned how to listen
    For a sound like the sun going down
    In the magic the morning is bringing
    There's a song for the life I have found
    It keeps my feet on the ground

    And the midsummer days sit so heavy
    But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind
    When nothing appears in a hurry
    To make up for someone's lost time

    Chorus

    And somehow I've learned how to listen
    For a sound like the breeze dying down
    In the magic the morning is bringing
    There's a song for the friend I have found
    She keeps my feet on the ground
    She keeps my feet on the ground

    ©1976 Tessa Publishing Company (BMI) (admin. By Copyright Management Inc.)
  • 9

    All American Country Boy

    (Keith Stegall, Charlie Craig)

    I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
    And I try to walk proud and tall
    I keep my nose to the ground, I don't get behind
    And I don't back up at all
    Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue
    I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze

    Cause I'm an all American country boy
    I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
    There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
    Cause I'm an all American country boy

    I drive a pickup truck and I don't pass the buck
    And I always speak my mind
    I'm hooked on T.V., Rolaids, and B.C.'s
    And I know how to have a good time
    I'm a little bit rowdy and a little bit tame
    Ain't no way I'm ever gonna change

    Chorus

    Well I must admit that I've mellowed a bit
    Father Time can slow you down
    I'm still doin' all I used to do
    It just takes a little longer now

    Chorus

    I'm just a country boy
    A good ol' country boy

    ©1983 EMI Blackwood Music Inc, / Screen Gems-EMI Music (BMI)
  • 10

    Job Description

    (Alan Jackson)

    Well I know sometimes you find it hard
    To understand just what we do out here
    Well that bus rolls up at home
    And I just disappear
    And I sure don't like to leave you
    Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care
    So I wrote this job description
    Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there

    I sleep eighty miles an hour
    To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
    Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
    The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
    Then we shut her down in another town
    Shower up and do just what we came to do
    Sing for the people
    Count the money and the miles back home to you

    Well each night I take the stage
    With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
    Singin' songs about my life
    All the good times and the bad

    Then we say goodbye and we load it up
    And head somewhere I've already been
    Then I lay down in that double bed alone
    And I thank the Lord again

    Chorus

    Well I just sing for the people
    Count the money and the miles back home to you

    © 1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP)
  • 11

    If I Had You

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    If I could have you
    I know what I'd do
    This time I'd be true
    If I had you

    If you could be mine
    I'd walk that straight line
    There'd be no bad times
    If I had you

    I made the worst mistake
    One fool could ever make
    Tell me it's not too late
    What can I do
    If I could hold you tight
    I'd have the world tonight
    Everything would be alright
    If I had you

    Chorus

    Everything would be alright
    If I had you

    ©1994 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 12

    Let's Get Back To Me And You

    (Alan Jackson)

    I'm always on the road
    You're always all alone
    And I'm not always there when I'm at home
    But I'm ready for a little change
    I'm ready to accept some blame
    So let's back up to yesterday

    Let's get back in love
    Back to dreamin' of
    All those little things we used to do
    Let's start holdin' hands
    Let's start makin' plans
    Honey, let's get back to me and you

    It's not like it was
    When we fell in love
    When all we had was enough
    Well I don't like the blues
    I like love that's true

    Honey, let's get back to me and you

    Chorus

    Well honey, let's get on back to me and you

    ©1994 Yee Haw Music (ASCAP)

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