Angels and Alcohol (2015)

  • 1

    You Can Always Come Home

    You Can Always Come Home
    (Alan Jackson)

    Spread your wings
    Don’t be afraid to try
    The world can be hard
    You gotta live a little before you die

    So open that door
    Step out in the bright sunshine
    Follow your heart
    And remember any time

    Chorus: You can always come home
    Wherever life’s road leads
    You can get back
    To a love that’s strong and free
    You’ll never be alone
    In your heart there’s still a place
    No matter how right or wrong you’ve gone
    You can always come home

    So pack your bags
    Smile and say goodbye
    Chase those dreams
    And when you lay down at night
    You know that there’s someone
    Praying for you everyday
    Even if you never find your way

    Chorus: You can always come home
    Wherever life’s road leads
    You can get back
    To a love that’s strong and free
    You’ll never be alone
    In your heart there’s still a place
    No matter how right or wrong you’ve gone
    You can always come home

    When I was young
    My Daddy said to me
    The very same words
    And I took those words with me
    And when I was afraid
    I’d pull them out and think
    Just how much they mean to me

    Chorus: You can always come home
    Wherever life’s road leads
    You can get back
    To a love that’s strong and free
    You’ll never be alone
    In your heart there’s still a place
    No matter how right or wrong you’ve gone
    You can always come home

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke, Tom Freitag and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Travis Humbert - Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Robbie Flint – Silvertone Slide Guitar
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo
    Andy Leftwich – Fiddle
    Greenwood Hart – Acoustic Guitar, Hand Drum
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals
  • 2

    You Never Know

    You Never Know
    (Alan Jackson)

    Chicken legged gal, freckles on her face
    Stringy blonde hair and twenty-inch waist
    Caught my eye like a little red car
    Shook my hand and she grabbed my heart

    Chorus: Lord you never know, no you never know
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door

    Brunette hair and big brown eyes
    Curvy little bottom like a rollercoaster ride
    Waitin’ on a table with a lacy apron on
    Big tip later Lord she let me drive her home

    Chorus: You never know, no you never know
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door, you never know, you never know

    I was down in Atlanta on a Sunday afternoon
    Backed into a Honda with a woman dressed in blue
    At first she wasn’t happy, then chemistry began
    Two daiquiris later Lord we’re walkin’ hand in hand

    Chorus: You never know, no you never know
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door

    So the moral to the story is you better beware
    Love might hit you ‘fore you ever know it’s there
    So keep your motor running and keep it in gear
    Listen real close she might just whisper in your ear

    Chorus: You never know, no you never know
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door

    Chorus: No you never know, oh you never know
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door
    You never know when love’s gonna walk
    Right through that door

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Hoot Hester - Fiddle
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    Jim Vest – Steel Guitar
    Gary Prim - Piano
    Greenwood Hart - Piano
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 3

    Angels and Alcohol

    Angels And Alcohol
    (Alan Jackson)

    You can’t mix angels and alcohol
    I don’t think God meant for them to get along
    When it takes control you can’t love no one at all
    You can’t mix angels and alcohol

    You can’t blend whiskey with a good woman’s love
    They don’t go together and love’s already hard enough
    You think you can handle how it feels or what it does
    You can’t blend whiskey with a good woman’s love

    You can’t chase lonely with a bottle of wine
    It might ease the heartache for one short piece of time
    In the end you have to face what’s hiding in your mind
    You can’t chase lonely with a bottle of wine

    You can’t mix angels and alcohol
    An angel once loved me and I traded it all
    I let the bottle drive my life into a wall
    You can’t mix angels and alcohol

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN) Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar, Gut String Acoustic Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Andy Leftwich – Mandolin
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 4

    Gone Before You Met Me

    Gone Before You Met Me
    (Michael White, Michael Heeney)

    I had a dream last night
    I was floating down that black water
    Kicked back on the Mississippi
    On a raft with ole Tom Sawyer

    He got restless down ‘round Memphis
    That’s where he left me
    He said I’m one rambling man
    I was gone before you met me

    Then there I was back in my hometown
    That’s just how dreams go
    My thumb in the air, wanted outta there
    Had my eye on the road

    Well I hitched a ride with this beatnik guy
    He said looks like you read me
    My name is Jack Kerouac
    And I was gone before you met me

    Chorus: You got your homeboys
    Your hang-around boys
    You fix that roof, put your roots in the ground boys
    Pink house, white fence
    Pretty little woman, 2.5 kids
    Dang right, it’s a good life
    But boys like me are born to run the wild side
    Like the restless wind you’ll never catch me
    I was gone before you met me

    Then just before I awoke
    I had a bad nightmare
    I was on some lost highway
    And you were nowhere near
    Someone took your hand, I wasn’t that man
    Girl it sure did hit me
    I was cussing fate, I was too late
    You were gone before you met me

    Then I smelled that coffee and heard you singing in the kitchen
    Walked in, got a kiss, you said the sink’s still dripping
    Thank God it’s still drippin’

    Chorus: You got your homeboys
    Your hang-around boys
    You fix that sink, put your roots in the ground boys
    Blue house, white fence
    Sweet little woman rockin’ that goodness
    Dang right it’s a fine life
    This restless heart found a heart I can call mine
    I was smart enough to let love catch me
    So Tom and Jack just ramble on without me
    Cause I was gone before you met me
    Gone, gone, gone before you met me
    Gone before you met me

    © Music of Parallel (BMI) Administered by Downtown DMP Songs (BMI), Sony/ATV Acuff Rose Music / Mister Heeney Music (BMI)

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Michael Severs – Dobro
    Gary Prim – Piano, B3 Organ
    Andy Leftwich – Mandolin
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    Robbie Flint – Silvertone Slide Guitar
    Jim Hoke – Accordion, Harmonica
    Bobby Terry - Banjo
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals
    Tania Hancheroff – Background Vocals

  • 5

    The One You're Waiting On

    The One You’re Waiting On
    (Adam Wright, Shannon Wright)
    Is he tall, is he handsome
    Does he make enough and then some
    Does he miss you every minute that he’s gone
    Is he funny, is he witty
    Does he tell you that you’re pretty
    Did he hang the moon
    Can he do no wrong
    Is he Mr. Right
    I wonder what he’s like
    The one you’re waiting on

    ‘Cause there’s an empty seat beside you
    And every guy here’s trying to buy you
    Something to drink but you just keep brushing them off
    You’re watching whatever’s on cable
    Swirling your glass on the table
    Wondering how long is too long
    Is he working late
    Is he worth the wait
    The one you’re waiting on

    How many glasses of cabernet
    How many minutes slip away
    How many times are you gonna check your phone
    I’m tellin’ you if you were mine
    You wouldn’t be sitting here counting the time
    You’d never spend a single moment alone
    I bet he don’t get
    How lucky he is
    The one you’re waiting on

    How many glasses of cabernet
    How many boys can you turn away
    How long til you turn off your phone
    And look up at me
    I’d be happy to be
    The one you’re waiting on
    I’d be happy to be
    The one you’re waiting on

    © 2014 Tiltawhirl Music (BMI) / Casa De Casa Music (BMI) A division of Carnival Music Group, Razor and Tie Music Publishing (BMI) administered by Razor & Tie Music Publishing, LLC. Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved.

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Acoustic Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Andy Leftwich – Mandolin
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 6

    Jim and Jack and Hank

    Jim and Jack and Hank
    (Alan Jackson)

    There you were standin’ by the screen door slammin’
    Rather clear what’s takin’ place
    You were holdin’ on to Louie, he was packed and he was heavy
    That plastic handle just about to break

    Well then you picked up Chloe, she knew y’all were going
    She started barking like a tank
    I was shocked and I was jolted but I would not be lonely
    Cause I’ve got Jim and Jack and Hank


    Chorus: Take your string bikinis
    Your apple martinis
    Take what’s left there in the bank
    Take your flat iron and your curlers
    Your sparkling water
    And that damn perfume I never liked
    Take your black Mercedes
    All that stuff for ladies
    To me you’re just a total blank
    Go on and leave me baby I don’t need you
    I got Jim and Jack and Hank

    Well now you left screaming and your tires screeching
    That little dog right in your lap
    I became a little sad and called up my ol’ Dad
    He said son you just woke me from my nap
    I told him you had left me, he said
    Son now don’t you hate me
    You know exactly what I think
    You know you’re better off and you can fish and you can golf
    You still got Jim and Jack and Hank

    Chorus: Take your string bikinis
    Your apple martinis
    Take what’s left there in the bank
    Take your flat iron and your curlers
    Your sparkling water
    And that damn perfume I never liked
    Take your black Mercedes
    All that stuff for ladies
    To me you’re just a total blank
    Go on and leave me baby I don’t need you
    I got Jim and Jack and Hank
    That’s right

    So I got out the whiskey
    And I began to listen
    To songs out in my truck you couldn’t crank
    I started feeling empty, then again it hit me
    I’ve got Jim and Jack and Hank

    Chorus: Take your string bikinis
    Your apple martinis
    Take what’s left there in the bank
    Take your flat iron and your curlers
    Your sparkling water
    And that damn perfume I never liked
    Take your black Mercedes
    All that stuff for ladies
    To me you’re just a total blank
    Go on and leave me baby I don’t need you
    I got Jim and Jack and Hank

    Yeah now go on and leave me baby I don’t need you
    I got Jim and Jack and Hank, that’s right

    You go ahead, I’ll be A-OK
    Cause I’ve got Jose, Captain Morgan
    Not to mention call ol’ George and Tammy and Loretta and Merle, Willie Nelson, big John Cash

    How about ole Jimmy Buffett – bring him in there – with that sun shine
    George Strait – old friend
    Can’t forget Hank Jr. and all his rowdy friends
    I’m gonna clean out the whole closet baby, oh yeah
    Goodbye

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano, B3 Organ
    Andy Leftwich – Fiddle
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 7

    I Leave A Light On

    I Leave A Light On
    (Alan Jackson)

    I do all right most of the time
    I’ve learned to move on, I’ve learned to get by
    But sometimes I can’t find a reason to be free
    So I leave a light on for your memory

    Chorus: I leave a light on for your memory
    So it will be easy to come back to me
    When it’s late and I’m alone
    And I need some place to be
    I leave a light on for your memory

    You found a new love and I’d like to believe
    That you’re really better off without me
    The good days had slipped away but I sometimes dream
    So I leave a light on for your memory

    Chorus: I leave a light on for your memory
    So it will be easy to come back to me
    When it’s late and I’m alone
    And I need some place to be
    I leave a light on for your memory

    When it’s late and I’m alone
    And I need some place to be
    I leave a light on for your memory

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator: Jason Campbell

    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Andy Leftwich – Fiddle
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 8

    Flaws

    Flaws
    (Alan Jackson)

    Chorus:            Flaws, everybody’s got ‘em
                            You can bet your last two dollars
                            There ain’t no tens
                            Ah them flaws, ones you came with or you caused ‘em
                            Scars or tattoos that went rotten
                            We all got flaws

    The woman that I love
    She’s purer than a dove
    I know her best than anyone I guess
    The thing I like the most
    Is the wrinkle in her nose
    And all the little parts that are unique
    All her flaws

    Chorus:            Everybody’s got ‘em
                            You can bet your last two dollars
                            There ain’t no tens
                            Ah them flaws, ones you came with or you caused ‘em
                            Scars or tattoos that went rotten
                            We all got flaws, oh yeah

    Yeah I look at my two eyes
    Left higher than the right
    I guess that’s just the way I’m supposed to be
    I snore when I’m asleep
    Got long and lanky feet
    Pieces of the puzzle that I am
    All my flaws

    Chorus:            Everybody’s got ‘em
                            You can bet your last two dollars
                            There ain’t no tens
                            Ah them flaws, ones you came with or you caused ‘em
                            Scars or tattoos that went rotten
                            We all got them flaws

    So never be ashamed
    Embarrassed or afraid
    Cause everyone has something they don’t like
    Remember we’re all made
    With water, dirt and Grace
    And we’re all perfect in the eyes that see
    All our flaws

    Chorus:            Everybody’s got ‘em
                            You can bet your last two dollars
                            There ain’t no tens
                            Ah them flaws, ones you came with or you caused ‘em
                            Scars or tattoos that went rotten
                            We all got flaws
                            We all got flaws
                            Everybody’s got a few flaws, flaws, flaws
                            Nobody’s perfect
                           

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

                           

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator:  Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle, Mandolin
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 9

    When God Paints

    When God Paints
    (Troy Jones, Greg Becker)

    When God paints, birds sing
    He colors every feather on a sparrow’s wing
    When God paints, the wind blows
    With a stroke of love, He dips his brush in a rainbow

    Sometimes I take for granted, the simple things
    I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
    But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain

    When God paints, a heart beats
    A life begins, a season ends, and lovers meet
    And I’ve learned that sometimes
    It’s not always black and white, or well-defined
    When God paints

    Sometimes I take for granted, the simple things
    I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
    But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain

    When God paints, we dance
    I reach across the canvas and I take your hand
    And my world is so complete
    When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see
    When God paints

    Sometimes I take for granted, the simple things
    I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
    But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain

    When God paints
    I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame
    When God paints

    © 2014 Tiltawhirl Music (BMI) / Crozier Music Enterprise (BMI) A division of Carnival Music Group.  Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing / Yogaboy Music (ASCAP).  Used by Permission.  All Rights Reserved.

     

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator:  Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Acoustic Guitar
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Andy Leftwich – Mandolin
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

  • 10

    Mexico, Tequila and Me

    Mexico, Tequila And Me
    (Alan Jackson)

    Well I’m out of Alabama, down thru Louisiana
    Halfway ‘bout to New Orleans
    Yeah I’m leaning on my Chevy, rolling through the levees
    Trying to get to where I wanna be

    When I’m looking back at Texas, that’s where I reckon
    I can finally put myself at ease
    Check my life there at the border
    Everything over my shoulder
    Just Mexico, tequila and me
    Yeah just Mexico, tequila and me, that’s all

    Well I’m tired of the rat race
    Even tired of her sweet face
    Sick of what I’m supposed to be
    I need a little time to vegetate my mind
    Escape from my reality
    Just Mexico, tequila and me, that’s right

    I’m not entirely unhappy
    Sometimes life’s crappy
    It makes me wanna stop and run
    Take a 3-day breather, sip a margarita
    Drift away beside the sea
    Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah

    Well my baby wants to hold me
    Boss, he wants to scold me
    And Mama won’t quit calling me
    The bank, they want a payment
    Sometimes I just can’t take it
    Got to find a place where I feel free
    Just Mexico, tequila and me

    Well I’m out of Alabama, down thru Louisiana
    Halfway about to New Orleans
    Yeah I’m leaning on my Chevy, rolling thru the levees
    Trying to get where I wanna be

    When I’m looking back at Texas, that’s where I reckon
    I can finally put myself at ease
    Check my life there at the border
    Everything over my shoulder
    Just Mexico, tequila and me
    Yeah Mexico, tequila and me, that’s all
    Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah

    Yeah a little sand, a little sun, a little sangria maybe
    Buenos noches

     

    © 2015 EMI April Music Inc. and Tri Angel’s Music. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

     

    Produced by Keith Stegall
    Recorded by John Kelton at the Castle (Franklin, TN)
    Additional recording at The Sound Station and House of Blues Studios (Nashville, TN)
    Assisted by Travis Humbert, Lance Van Dyke and Chris Wilkinson
    Additional engineering by Travis Humbert
    Mixed by John Kelton at The Sound Station (Nashville, TN)
    Mastered by Hank Williams at MasterMix (Nashville, TN)
    Production Coordinator:  Jason Campbell

    Brent Mason – Electric Guitar
    JT Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bobby Terry – Acoustic Guitar
    Tommy Harden – Drums
    Jimmie Lee Sloas – Bass
    Gary Prim – Piano
    Paul Franklin – Steel Guitar
    Robbie Flint – Silvertone Slide Guitar
    Jim Hoke – Accordion
    Larry Franklin – Fiddle
    John Wesley Ryles – Background Vocals

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