34 Number Ones / The Essential Alan Jackson (2010)

  • 1

    Ring of Fire

    Lyrics are not available
  • 2

    Here In The Real World

    (Alan Jackson, Mark Irwin)

    Cowboys donít cry, and heroes donít die
    Good always wins, again and again
    Love is a sweet dream that always comes true
    Oh, if life were like the movies, Id never be blue

    Chorus
    But here in the real world
    Its not that easy at all
    cause when hearts get broken
    Its real tears that fall
    And darliní its sad but true
    But the one thing Iíve learned from you
    Is how the boy donít always get the girl
    Here in the real world

    I gave you my love, but that wasnít enough
    To hold your heart when times got rough
    And tonight on that silver screen
    Itíll end like it should
    Two lovers will make it through
    Like I hoped we would
    Repeat

    Repeat chorus
    No, the boy donít always get the girl
    Here in the real world

    © 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Ten Ten Tunes (ASCAP)
  • 3

    Wanted

    (Alan Jackson, Charlie Craig)

    Excuse me, maíam, can you help me
    I need to place an ad with you today
    No maíam, tomorrow may be too late
    Id like to have it started right away

    Whatís that, no this is personal
    Iím not buying or selling anything
    Yes maíam, I know just what to say
    I wrote it down, this is how it should read

    Wanted one good-hearted woman
    To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved
    Wanted just one chance to tell her
    How much he stills loves her
    He canít be sorry enough

    Whatís that, no thatís all I want to say
    I just hope these few lines will get to her
    Yes maíam, she means everything
    And I hope she comes back when she reads these words

    Chorus

    Wanted

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)
  • 4

    Chasin' That Neon Rainbow

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    Daddy won a radio
    Tuned it to a country show
    I was rockiní in the cradle
    To the cryiní of a steel guitar
    Mama used to sing to me
    Taught me that sweet harmony
    Now she worries Ďcause she never thought
    Iíd ever really take it this far

    Singiní in the bars
    Chasiní that neon rainbow
    Liviní that honky tonk dream
    All Iíve ever wanted
    Is too pick this guitar and sing
    Just trying to be somebody
    Just wanna be heard and seen
    Chasiní that neon rainbow
    Liviní that honky tonk dream

    An atlas and a coffee cup
    Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
    Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
    This overhead is killiní me
    Half the time I sing for free
    But when the crowdís into it
    Lord it makes this thing Iím doing seem right
    Standiní in the spotlight

    Chorus

    Daddyís got a radio
    He won it thirty years ago
    He said ďSon I just now weíre gonna hear you singiní on it somedayĒ
    I made it up to Music Row
    But Lordy donít the wheels turn slow
    Still I wouldnít trade a minute
    And I wouldnít have it any other way
    Just show me to the stage
    Chorus
    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / SBK April Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 5

    I'd Love You All Over Again

    (Alan Jackson)

    Has it been ten years
    Since we said ďI doĒ
    Iíve always heard marriage made one seem like two
    But youíre looking better than you did back then
    You still make this old heart give in

    And if I had it to do all over
    Iíd do it all over again
    If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
    Iíd love you all over again

    The preacher man said ďTil death do us partĒ
    That seemed like forever to a young manís heart
    Now the days seem much shorter
    The longer we love
    And the memories just keep adding up

    Chorus

    If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
    Iíd love you all over again

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 6

    Don't Rock The JukeBox

    (Alan Jackson, Roger Murrah, Keith Stegall)

    Donít rock the jukebox
    I wanna hear some Jones cause
    My heart ainít ready
    For the Rolling Stones
    I donít feel like rockiní
    Since my babyís gone
    So donít rock the jukebox
    Play me a country song

    Before you drop that quarter
    Keep one thing in mind
    You got a heartbroke hillbilly
    Standing here in line
    Iíve been down and lonely
    Ever since she left
    Before you punch that number
    Could I make one request

    Chorus

    I ainít got nothiní
    Against rock and roll
    But when your heartís been broken
    You need a song thatís slow
    There ainít nothing like a steel guitar
    To drown a memory
    Before you spend your money baby
    Play a song for me

    Chorus

    Donít rock the jukebox
    Play me a country song

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Murrah Music (adm. by Murrah Music Corp.), Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. (BMI)
  • 7

    Someday

    (Alan Jackson/ Jim McBride)

    She looked me in the eye and said itís over
    I canít take this heartache anymore
    She said donít tell me lies and try to please me
    Iíve heard it all so many times before

    I took her by the arm and said donít leave me
    Thereís nothiní in this world I wouldnít do
    Just give me time Iíll be the man youíve needed
    She said I wish that I could take that for the truth

    And I said someday
    Iíll get my life straight
    And she said itís too late
    Whatís done is done
    And I told her someday
    She said I canít wait
    Cause sometimes someday just never comes

    She said all Iíve ever wanted was to love you
    And somewhere deep inside me I still do
    But now I think its time I stopped believiní
    Cause Iím never gonna see a change in you

    And I said someday
    Iíll get my life straight
    And she said itís too late
    Whatís done is done
    And I told her someday
    She said I canít wait
    Cause sometimes someday just never comes

    Sometimes someday just never comes

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seveth Son Music, Inc. / EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 8

    Dallas

    (Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall)

    Dallas packed her suitcase
    And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
    She made leaving me look easy
    I wish sheíd made it look a little harder
    I took her out of Texas
    When she was just a girl
    But old Tennessee and me
    Couldnít take Texas out of her

    On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
    If I could move Texas east
    Then sheíd be here with me
    Then nothiní else would come between the two of us
    If Dallas was in Tennessee

    By now sheís leaving Memphis
    And everything we had behind her
    Lord I hope the gold band on her hand
    Will serve as a reminder
    That true love is a treasure
    Thatís very seldom found
    But you canít stay together if thereís no common ground

    On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
    If I could move Texas east
    Then sheíd be here with me
    Then nothiní else would come between the two of us
    If Dallas was in Tennessee
    Oh if Dallas was in Tennessee

    Dallas packed her suitcase
    And drove off in the brand new car I bought her

    ©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI)
  • 9

    Midnight In Montgomery

    (Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)

    Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road
    I was on my way to mobile for a big New Years Eve show
    I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town
    Put my collar up, I found his name and felt the wind die down
    And a drunken man in a cowboy suit took me by surprise
    Wearing shiny boots, a nude suit and haunting haunted eyes
    He said friend itís good to see you, itís nice to know you care
    Then the wind picked up and he was gone or was he ever really there

    Itís midnight in Montgomery
    Just hear that whippoorwill
    See the stars light up the purple sky
    Feel that lonesome chill
    When the wind its right youíll hear his song
    Smell whiskey in the air
    Midnight in Montgomery
    Heís always singing there

    I climbed back on my eagle
    Took one last look around
    Through red taillights
    A shadow moved slow across the ground
    Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by
    And I could hear that whistle moaning
    Iím so lonesome I could cry

    Itís midnight in Montgomery
    Just hear that whippoorwill
    See the stars light up the purple sky
    Feel that lonesome chill
    When the wind its right, youíll hear his songs
    Smell whiskey in the air
    Midnight in Montgomery
    Heís always singing there
    Heís always singing there

    Hankís always singing there

    ©1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. / Golden Reed Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 10

    Love's Got A Hold On You

    (Keith Stegall/ Carson Chamberlain)

    I called my doctor on the telephone
    Help me Doc, thereís something wrong
    I canít shake it itís gone too far
    He said, tell me what your symptoms are

    I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
    I canít eat and I canít sleep
    Itís turning me every way but loose
    He said it sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    No doubt loveís got a hold on you

    I told my buddies I was settliní down
    No more of this running Ďround
    They looked at me like I was a fool
    And said, come on tell us whatís wrong with you

    Chorus

    Well I tossed and turned til the morning light
    Holding my pillow hanging on for life
    There ainít nothing I can do
    They said it sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    Sounds like loveís got a hold on you
    © 1991 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Just Cuts Music (BMI), adm. by Patti Hurt
  • 11

    She's Got The Rhythm (And I Got The Blues)

    (Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)

    This old bar stools feeling higher
    As a started sinkiní lower
    The minute that she waltzed right through that door
    Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her
    Now she's with somebody new out on that floor

    She's got the rhythm and Iíve got the blues
    She's showiní me how much I had to lose
    With her every little move she's telliní me Iím over you
    She's got the rhythm and I got the blues

    Well that music's gettin' louder
    As my heart keeps beatin' faster
    As she spells out regret in perfect time
    Well I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need them
    Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize

    Chorus

    Sheís got the rhythm and I got the blues
    Sheís showiní me how much I had to lose
    Wither her every little move sheís telliní me Iím over you
    Sheís got the rhythm and Iíve got the blues

    With her every little move sheís telliní me Iím over you
    Sheís got the rhythm and Iíve got the blues

    © 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Sometimes You Win Music, adm. by All Nations Music (ASCAP)
  • 12

    Tonight I Climbed The Wall

    (Alan Jackson)

    Our room was filled with silence
    I guess weíd said it all
    I donít know when Id seen our bedroom
    So long I canít recall

    Wed built this thing between us
    Iím not sure what the cause
    So I swallowed all my pride
    And tonight I climbed the wall

    Makiní love is so much sweeter
    When you love the one you hold
    After all these years of holdiní her
    Youíd think by now Iíd know

    Now as we lie here together
    All our troubles seem so small
    Just these satin sheets between us
    Cause tonight I climbed the wall

    Tonight I climbed the wall
    And took her by the hand
    Weíd come too far to fall
    Couldnít stand to see it end
    So tonight I climbed the wall

    Tonight I climbed the wall
    Tonight I climbed the wall

    © 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music (ASCAP)
  • 13

    Chattahoochee

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
    It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
    We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
    We got a little crazy but we never got caught

    Down by the river on a Friday night
    Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
    Talking Ďbout cars and dreaminí bout women
    Never had a plan just a liviní for the minute

    Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
    Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
    But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
    A lot about liviní and a little Ďbout love

    Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
    I was willing but she wasnít ready
    So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
    Dropped her off early but I didnít go home

    Chorus

    Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
    Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
    But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
    A lot about liviní and a little Ďbout love

    © 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. By Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP)
  • 14

    Who Says You Can't Have It All

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride0
    A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head
    Thereís one lonely pillow on my double bed
    Iíve got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
    Who says you canít have it all

    My rooms decorated with pictures of you
    Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
    Iíve got precious memories at my beck and call
    Who says you canít have it all

    Iíve got everything a broken heart needs
    Iím doing fine donít you worry Ďbout me
    ĎCause Iím lord and master
    Of a fools Taj Mahal
    Who says you cant have it all

    Chorus

    Oh who says you canít have it all

    ©1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. by Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP)
  • 15

    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)
  • 16

    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)
  • 17

    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)
  • 18

    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)
  • 19

    Tall Tall Trees

    (George Jones, Roger Miller)

    If you wanna drive a big limousine
    I'll buy the longest one you've ever seen
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    If you wanna own a great big mansion
    Well I'll give it my utmost attention
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    Well I'm a fool over you
    It may take a while but I'll prove it's true
    Well if it's lovin' you want well I've got it
    If it's money you want the I'll get it
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    If you wanna take a trip across the ocean
    I'll travel anywhere you take a notion
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    If you wanna own a great mansion
    Well I'll give it my utmost attention
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    Hey I'm a fool over you
    It may take a while but I'll prove it's true

    Well if it's lovin' you want then I've got it
    If it's money you want well I'll get it
    I'll buy you tall, tall trees and all the waters in the seas
    I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    Yeah I'm a fool, fool, fool for you

    © 1957 (renewed) Trio Music Co., Inc. / Fort Knox Music (BMI)
  • 20

    Look At Me

    Lyrics are not available
  • 21

    I'll Try

    (Alan Jackson)

    Here we are
    Talkin' bout forever
    Both know damn well
    It's not easy together

    We've both felt love
    We've both felt pain
    I'll take the sunshine
    Over the rain

    And I'll try
    To love only you
    And I'll try
    My best to be true
    Oh darlin', I'll try

    So I'm not scared
    It's worth a chance to me
    Take my hand
    Let's face eternity

    Well I can't tell you
    That I'll never change
    But I can swear
    That in every way

    Chorus

    I'm not perfect
    Just another man
    But I will give you
    All that I am

    Chorus

    I'll try
    To be true to you
    I'll try
    I'll try
    To always love you
    I'll try

    ©1995 WB Music Corp.,Yee Haw Music , Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 22

    Home

    (Alan Jackson)

    In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago
    Her maiden name was musick when she met that jackson boy
    They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name
    But they believed the one you vowed to love
    Should always stay that same

    On the land his daddy gave them a foundation under way
    For a love to last forever or until their dying day
    They built a bond thatís strong enough to stand the test of time
    And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind

    And they made their house from a tool shed, grandaddy rolled down on two logs
    And they built walls all around it and they made that house a home
    They taught us bout good living
    They taught is right and wrong
    Lord thereíll never be another place in this world
    That Ill call home

    My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me
    She found her strength with faith in God and love of family
    She never had a social life, home was all she knew
    Except the time she took a job to play a bill or two

    My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired
    He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had
    He never made the front page but he did the best he could
    And folks drove their cars from miles around
    To let him look underneath the hood
    Chorus

    No thereíll never be another place in this world that Iíll call home

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sun Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
  • 23

    Little Bitty

    (Tom T. Hall)

    Have a little love on a little honeymoon
    You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
    A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
    Little bitty dog and a little bitty car

    Well, it's alright to be little bitty
    Little hometown or a big old city
    Might as well share, might as well smile
    Life goes on for a little bitty while

    A little bitty baby in a little bitty gown
    It'll grow up in a little bitty town
    Big yellow bus and little bitty books
    It all started with a little bitty look

    Chorus

    You know you got a job and a little bitty check
    Six pack of beer and television set
    Little bitty world goes around and around
    Little bit of silence and a little bit of sound

    A good ole boy and a pretty little girl
    Start all over in a little bitty world
    A little bitty plan and a little bitty dream
    It's all part of a little bitty scheme

    Chorus
    ©1996 Hallnote Music (BMI)
  • 24

    Who's Cheatin' Who

    (Jerry Hayes)

    Everywhere you look you can write a book
    On the trouble of a woman and a man
    But you can not impose you can't stick your nose
    Into something that you don't understand

    But still you wonder
    Who's cheatin' who, who's being true
    Who don't even care anymore
    It makes you wonder
    Who's doing right with someone tonight
    And who's car is parked next door

    I thought I knew her well I really couldn't tell
    That she had another lover on her mind
    You see it felt so right when she held me tight
    How could I be so blind

    Chorus

    A heart is on the line each and every time
    Love is stolen in the shadows of the night
    Though it's wrong all along it keeps going on
    As long as you keep in out of sight

    Chorus

    ©1980 Songs of PolyGram International, Inc., EMI Algee Music Corp. (BMI)
  • 25

    There Goes

    (Alan Jackson)

    There you were standin' in the shadows
    Well I just looked where
    I don't see
    I'm still pretendiní I don't need you
    I won't let you know you're killiní me

    Like some big black widow spider
    You know just how to catch your prey
    I'm actiní like it doesn't matter
    And you sneak up from
    Behind and whisper my name

    There goes your paralyziní eyes
    There goes your tantaliziní smile
    There goes my act of playiní it cool
    And there go the words
    I meant to say
    There go the games
    I wanted to play
    There goes my heart falliní for you

    Well I think you're playiní with me darliní
    You like to see what you can do
    Well I should be fishiní for Blue Marlin
    Instead of beiní hooked again by you

    Chorus

    Yeah there goes your paralyziní eyes
    There goes your tantaliziní smile
    There goes my heart falliní for you
    There goes my heart falliní for you

    © 1996 WB Music Corp., Yee Haw Music (All rights o/b/o Yee Haw Music adm. by WB Music Corp.) (ASCAP)
  • 26

    Between The Devil And Me

    (Harley Allen, Carson Chamberlain)

    This world can take you by the hand
    And tempt the soul of any man
    But you can choose your path
    There's two roads you can take
    One way is right and one is wrong
    The flesh is weak but love is strong
    And she's all I see
    Between the devil and me

    The gates of hell swing open
    Wide invitin' me to stop inside
    I'll be your friend he calls
    Again, I know it's him
    The flames are spreadiní everywhere
    But through the smoke
    I see her there
    She's all I see
    Between the devil and me

    I hold her in my arms tonight
    So safe and warm I close my eyes
    And a cool breeze blows
    'Cross our bodies in the dark
    Outside her reach is my concern
    Somewhere I know a fire burns
    And she's all I see
    Between the devil and me

    Chrorus

    The gates of hell swing open
    Wide invitin' me to step inside
    She's all I see
    Between the devil and me

    © 1996 Coburn Music, Inc. (Adm. by Ten Ten Music Group, Inc.) Songs of PolyGram International Inc. Colt-N-Twins Music (BMI)
  • 27

    Right On The Money

    (Charlie Black, Phil Vassar)

    Let's begin with the day I met her
    And how fast this good ole boy's world got better
    The sky got bluer, the grass got greener
    Just the first few seconds after
    I'd first seen her

    Like my favorite song on a new set of speakers
    My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers
    A home run pitch floatin' right down the middle
    The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle

    (Chorus)
    v She's right on the money
    She goes directly to my heart
    And when it comes to lovin' me
    She's everything I need, bull's-eye perfect
    Oh, She's right on the money

    She's no red lights
    When I've overslept
    She's a three point jump shot
    That's nothing but net
    A hand full of aces, the dealer's done dealin'
    And I'm forever on a roll, that's how she's got me feeling

    (Chorus)

    She's the best cook that's ever melted cheese
    I ain't much around the house, but I aim to please
    There's absolutely no reason to doubt her
    When she says I wouldn't last ten minutes without her She's

    (Chorus)

    ©1998 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Flybridge Tunes (BMI) / EMI April Music Inc., Phil Vassar Music (ASCAP)
  • 28

    It Must Be Love

    Lyrics are not available
  • 29

    Where I Come From

    (Alan Jackson)

    Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
    'Round that Jersey Turnpike
    When Barney stopped me with his gun
    Ten minutes after midnight
    Said sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol' truck
    I don't know about that accent son
    Just where do you come from

    I said where I come from
    It's cornbread and chicken
    Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
    Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
    And workin' hard to get to heaven
    Where I come from

    Well I was south of Detroit City
    I pulled in this country kitchen
    To try their brand of barbecue
    The sign said finger-lickin'
    Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
    How'd I like my biscuit
    I'll be honest with you ma'am
    It ain't like mama fixed it

    'Cause where I come from
    It's cornbread and chicken
    Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
    Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
    Workin' hard to get to heaven
    Where I come from

    I was chasin' sun on 101
    Somewhere around Ventura
    I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
    This tall lady stopped and asked
    If I had plans for dinner
    Said no thanks ma'am, back home
    We like the girls that sing soprano

    'Cause where I come from
    It's cornbread and chicken
    Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
    Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
    Workin' hard to get to heaven
    Where I come from

    Well I was headed home on 65
    Somewhere around Kentucky
    The CB rang for a bobtail rig
    That's rollin' on like thunder
    Well I answered him and he asked me
    Aren't you from out in Tulsa
    No, but you might have seen me there
    I just dropped a load of salsa

    Where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
    Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
    Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
    Workin' hard to get to heaven
    Where I come from
    Where I come from
    Yeah where I come from
    A lotta front porch sitting
    Starin' up at heaven
    Where I come from
    Where I come from
    Tryin' to make a livin'
    Tryin' to make a livin'
    Oh, where I come from
    Where I come from
    Yeah, where I come from
    Get back down there sometime
    Where I come from

    © 2000 WB Music Corp./ Yee Haw Music (ASCAP). All rights admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission
  • 30

    Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning

    (Alan Jackson)

    Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day
    Were you in the yard with your wife and children
    Or workin' on some stage in L.A.
    Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
    Risin' against that blue sky
    Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
    Or did you just sit down and cry

    Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
    And pray for the ones who don't know
    Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
    And sob for the ones left below
    Did you burst out with pride for the red, white and blue
    And the heroes who died just doin' what they do
    Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
    And look at yourself and what really matters

    (Chorus)
    I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man
    I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
    the difference in Iraq and Iran
    But I know Jesus and I talk to God
    And I remember this from when I was young
    Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
    And the greatest is love

    Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day
    Teachin' a class full of innocent children
    Or driving down some cold interstate
    Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
    In a crowded room did you feel alone
    Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her
    Did you dust off that Bible at home

    Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
    Close your eyes and not go to sleep
    Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
    Or speak to some stranger on the street
    Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
    Go out and buy you a gun
    Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
    And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
    Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
    Stand in line and give your own blood
    Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
    And thank God you had somebody to love

    [Chorus x2]

    And the greatest is love
    And the greatest is love

    Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day

    ©2001 EMI April Music, Inc. / Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc.
  • 31

    Drive

    (Alan Jackson)

    It was painted red the stripe was white
    It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
    Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
    I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
    We put on a shine; put on a motor
    Built out of love, made for the water
    Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
    A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

    It was just on old plywood boat
    With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
    A young boy two hands on the wheel
    I can't replace the way it made me feel
    And I would turn her sharp
    And I would make her whine
    He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
    Just a little lake across the Alabama line
    But I was king of the ocean
    When daddy let me drive

    Just an old half ton shortbed ford
    My uncle bought new in '64
    Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
    A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
    He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
    Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
    I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
    Smiling like a hero that just received his medal

    It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
    With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
    A young boy two hands on the wheel
    I canít replace the way it made me feel
    And I would press that clutch
    And I would keep it right
    And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"
    Just a dirt road with trash on each side
    But I was Mario Andretti
    When daddy let me drive

    I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
    I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home
    Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
    And pull out that old memory
    And think of me and smile and say

    It was just an old worn out Jeep
    Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
    A young girl two hands on the wheel
    I can't replace the way it made me feel
    And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
    Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
    Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
    But I was high on a mountain
    When daddy let me drive

    When daddy let me drive

    Oh he let me drive

    Daddy let me drive

    It's just an old plywood boat
    With a '75 Johnson with electric choke

    ©2001 EMI April Music, Inc./Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved, International copyright secured. Used by permission
  • 32

    It's Five O'Clock Somewhere

    em>(Jim ďMooseĒ Brown/ Don Rollins (ASCAP/BMI)

    The sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
    And so am I.
    Work day passes like molasses in the wintertime
    But it's July
    I'm getting paid by the hour, and older by the minute.
    My boss just pushed me over the limit
    I'd like to call him something,
    I think I'll just call it a day

    Pour me something tall and strong
    Make it a Hurricane before I go insane
    It's only half past twelve but I don't care
    It's five o'clock somewhere

    Well this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
    And half the night
    Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
    Hey, but that's alright
    I ain't had a day off now in over a year
    My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
    If the phoneís for me you can tell 'em
    I just sailed away

    Chorus

    I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
    And be back to work before two
    But at a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
    What would Jimmy Buffet do?

    Heíd Say
    Chorus

    ©2003EMI April Music Inc. / Sea Gayle Music (ASCAP) All rights for Sea Gayle Music controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. ©203 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./ R. Joseph Publishing (BMI). All rights adm by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) All rights reserved. Used by permission
  • 33

    Remember When

    (Alan Jackson)

    Remember when I was young and so were you
    And time stood still and love was all we knew
    You were the first, so was I
    We made love and then you cried
    Remember when

    Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk
    Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
    We lived and learned, life thru curves
    There was joy, there was hurt
    Remember when

    Remember when old ones died and new were born
    And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
    We came together, fell apart
    And broke each otherís hearts
    Remember when

    Remember when the sound of little feet was the music
    We danced to week to week
    Brought back he love, we found trust
    Vowed weíd never give it up
    Remember when

    Remember when thirty seemed so old
    Now lookiní back, itís just a steppiní stone
    To where we are,
    Where weíve been
    Said weíd do it all again
    Remember when

    Remember when we said when we turned gray
    When the children grow up and move away
    We wonít be sad, weíll be glad
    For all the life we had
    And weíll remember when
    Remember when
    Remember when

    ©2003 EMI April Music, Inc. / Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission
  • 34

    Small Town Southern Man

    (Alan Jackson)

    Born the middle son of a farmer
    And a small town Southern man
    Like his daddy's daddy before him
    Brought up workin' on the land
    Fell in love with a small town woman
    And they married up and settled down
    Natural way of life if you're lucky
    For a small town Southern man

    First there came four pretty daughters
    For this small town Southern man
    Then a few years later came another
    A boy, he wasn't planned
    Seven people livin' all together
    In a house built with his own hands
    Little words with love and understandin'
    From a small town Southern man

    Chorus:
    And he bowed his head to Jesus
    And he stood for Uncle Sam
    And he only loved one woman
    (He) was always proud of what he had
    He said his greatest contribution
    Is the ones he'll leave behind
    Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
    Of a small town Southern man
    (Raised on the ways and gentle kindness)
    (Of a small town Southern man)

    Callous hands told the story
    For this small town Southern man
    He gave it all to keep it all together
    And keep his family on his land
    Like his daddy, years wore out his body
    Made it hard just to walk and stand
    You can break the back
    But you can't break the spirit
    Of a small town Southern man

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Finally death came callin'
    For this small town Southern man
    He said it's alright 'cause I see angels
    And they got me by the hand
    Don't you cry, and don't you worry
    I'm blessed, and I know I am
    'Cause God has a place in Heaven
    For a small town Southern man

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Raised on the ways and gently kindness
    Of a small town southern man

    ©2007 EMI April Music Inc./ Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission
  • 35

    Good Time

    (Alan Jackson)

    Work, work all week long
    Punchiní that clock dusk till dawn.
    Counting the days Ďtil Friday night
    Thatís when all the conditions are right.
    For a good time
    I need a good time.

    Yeah Iíve been working all week
    And Iím tired and I donít wanna sleep
    I wanna have fun
    Itís time for a good time

    I cashed my check, cleaned my truck
    Put on my hat, forgot about work
    Sun going down, head across town
    Pick up my baby and turn it around
    Good time,
    Oh, I need a good time

    Chorus

    Pig in the ground, beer on ice
    Just like ole Hank taught us about
    Singing along, Bocephus songs
    Rowdy friends all night long
    Good time
    Lord, weíre having a good time,

    Chorus

    Whew

    Heel to toe do-si-do
    Scootiní our boots, swinginí doors
    B & D Kix and Dunn
    Honkiní tonk heaven, Double shotgun
    Good time,
    Lord, weíre having a good time

    Chorus

    Shot of Tequila, beer on tap
    Sweet southern woman set on my lap
    G with an O, O with a D
    T with an I , M and an E
    Good time
    Good time

    Chorus

    A Shot of Tequila.
    Beer on tap.
    A good looking woman.
    To set on my lap.

    A G with an O, an O with a D
    A T with an I an M with an E
    That spells good time
    A good time

    Chorus
    Twelve oíclock, two oíclock three oíclock four
    Five oíclock we know were thatís gonna go
    Closiní the door, shuttiní em down
    Head for that Waffle House way across town
    A Good time

    Repeat Chorus x3

    Oh we need a good time
    I need a good time
    Yeah a good time

    ©2008 EMI April Music Inc/Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permsision
  • 36

    Country Boy

    (Alan Jackson)

    Excuse me maíam, I saw you walkiní
    I turned around, Iím not a stalker
    Where you going? Maybe I can help you
    My tank is full, and Iíd be obliged to take you

    ĎCause Iím a country boy, Iíve got a 4-wheel drive
    Climb in my bed, Iíll take you for a ride
    Up city streets, down country roads
    I can get you where you need to go
    ícause Iím a country boy

    You sure look good, sittiní in my right seat
    Buckle up, Iíll take you through the five speeds
    Wind it up, or I can slow it way down
    In the woods or right uptown

    Repeat Chorus

    Big 35ís whininí on the asphalt
    Grabbiní mud, and slinginí up some red dirt
    ícause Iím a country boy

    My mufflerís loud, dual Thrush tubes
    I crank the music, the tone gets real good
    Let me know when weíre gettiní close
    You can slide on out, or we can head on down the road

    Repeat Chorus

    Bucket seats, soft as babyís new butt
    Lockiní hubs, thatíll take you through a deep rut

    Repeat chorus x2

    Yeah, I'm a country boy,
    Oh, I'm just a country boy,
    A nice little country boy.

    ©2008 EMI April Music Inc./ Tri-Angels Music (ASCAP) All rights controlled and adm by EMI April Music Inc. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission

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