A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love)
A Lot About Livin' (And A Little 'Bout Love) Tracks
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(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 ‘bout cars and dreamin’ bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ 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 livin’ and a little ‘bout love
Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy
I was willing but she wasn’t ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home
Down by the river on a Friday night
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking ‘bout cars and dreamin’ bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ 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 livin’ and a little ‘bout love
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 livin’ and a little ‘bout love
A lot about livin’ and a little ‘bout love
That's Right
© 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. By Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
This old bar stools feeling higher
As a started sinkin’ 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 I’ve got the blues
She's showin’ me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin’ me I’m 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
She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
She’s showin’ me how much I had to lose
Wither her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
With her every little move she’s tellin’ me I’m over you
She’s got the rhythm and I’ve got the blues
© 1991 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Sometimes You Win Music, adm. by All Nations Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson)
Our room was filled with silence
I guess we’d said it all
I don’t know when Id seen our bedroom
So long I can’t recall
Wed built this thing between us
I’m not sure what the cause
So I swallowed all my pride
And tonight I climbed the wall
Makin’ love is so much sweeter
When you love the one you hold
After all these years of holdin’ her
You’d think by now I’d 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
We’d come too far to fall
Couldn’t 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) -
(Toni Dae, Joy Swinea)
I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk ‘til half past three
But the party don't get started ‘til my baby pours her love on me
She's a hundred proof, Lord, she's smooth
She makes me moan all night long
So I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
I've tried it all from Tennessee whiskey
To Ozark mountain moonshine
But it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine
Mr. southern comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So I don't need booze to get a buzz on
My little country girl makes my head whirl and my knees begin to shake
No I can't walk no chalk line I ain't a talking or a thinking straight
I'm hooked on my baby's love there ain't nothing in a jug this strong
And I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
Chorus
I wear a blue ribbon grin every now and then
But I don't need that to get stoned
I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
No, I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
©1991 Richey Music Group, Liz Lyndell Music (BMI) / Hagen House Music (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride0
A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head
There’s one lonely pillow on my double bed
I’ve got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you can’t have it all
My rooms decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I’ve got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you can’t have it all
I’ve got everything a broken heart needs
I’m doing fine don’t you worry ‘bout me
‘Cause I’m lord and master
Of a fools Taj Mahal
Who says you cant have it all
Chorus
Oh who says you can’t have it all
©1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. by Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Don Sampson)
You told me you don’t love me when you walked out the door
I stood there feelin’ lonely, then the tears began to pour
What else could I do, Id never felt like that before
So I cried an ol’ blue river I the middle of the floor
Now I’m up to my ears in tears
I’m cryin’ night and day since you went away
The things you used to say, honey, I no longer hear
That waters cold and clear, I’m drownin’ for you, dear
Up to my ears in tears
Well I found some old love letters you wrote me years ago
But the words all ran together when the tears began to flow
Cause you left that water runnin’, now its got nowhere to go
If I cant wash away your memory guess Ill just go under slow
Chorus
The waters cold and clear
I’m drowning for you, dear
Up to my ears in tears
© 1990 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA, Inc. (ASCAP) -
(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride, Charlie Craig)
I thought some time in the sun
Would help me get over you
But I could tell from day one
This is a place meant for two
Now here I sit on the beach
Watching the tide ebb and flow
I booked my room for a week
But now I’m ready to go
I’m in a tropical depression
I’ve got the blue water blues
Cant shake this loving you obsession
Cant stand this sand in my shoes
This forgetting you vacation
Is just a fools holiday
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
This should be paradise
Heaven down by the sea
Without you here by my side
It feels like hell to me
Chorus
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
© 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music (ASCAP) / Cross Keys Publishing (ASCAP) / Debarris Music (BMI) -
(Zack Turner, Tim Nichols)
I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen
I remember my mama raisin’ cane with me
She said, “Son, tell me why you want to ride that thing”
She didn’t know about the blonde at the Dairy Queen
I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too
I always wore my hair just a little too long
Daddy didn’t like it and he made no bones
If Id have gotten it cut like he wanted me to
She wouldn’t have had nothin’ left to run her fingers through
I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too
I remember ridin’ around with my buddies back home
Listenin’ to some Country on the radio
When they tried to change the station to some Rock ‘n’ Roll
I’d turn the Opry up just as loud as it would go
I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like country music
She likes it too
I like country music
She likes it too
Now I got a big Harley
And my hair is still long
And I’m still listening to a Country song
I got my own reasons
Why I do what I do
I know what I like
She likes it too
I know what I like
She likes it too
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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
I guess it's just not my day
The wind blew my morning paper away
Then I cut my toe on a sliver of glass
From the stormdoor you broke when you left here so fast
If it ain't one thing it's you
If you've heard that I’m goin’ crazy
It's true
The wheels seem to fall off whatever I do
If it ain't one thing
It's you
I rented that movie you hate
But that old VCR just chewed up the tape
Then I went to the freezer thought I’d cook me a steak
All I found was that old piece of our wedding cake
Chorus
But I never knew that I needed you so
But now that I’ve lost you, I can't let you go
Chorus
Oh if it ain't one thing
It's you
© 1992 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music / Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc., adm. by Sony Music Publishing (ASCAP) -
(Robert L. Geddins, K.C. Douglas)
Well, if I had money
Tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, the girl I love
I stole her from a friend
He got lucky, stole her back again
She heard he had a Mercury
Lord, she’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I;m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, how now mama
You look so fine
Ridin’ round in your Mercury ‘49
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, my baby went out
She didn’t stay long
Bought herself a Mercury, come a cruisin’ home
She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Yeah, She’s crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
Well, if I had money
I tell you what I’d do
I’d go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
Crazy ‘bout a Mercury
Lord, I’m crazy ‘bout a Mercury
I’m gonna buy me a Mercury
And cruise it up and down the road
©1970 B-Flat Music / Tradition Music (BMI)