Angels and Alcohol
Angels and Alcohol Tracks
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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 flawsThe 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 flawsChorus: 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 yeahYeah 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 flawsChorus: 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 flawsSo 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 flawsChorus: 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 CampbellBrent 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 -
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 rainbowSometimes 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 explainWhen 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 paintsSometimes 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 explainWhen 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 paintsSometimes 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 explainWhen 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 CampbellBrent 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 -
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 beWhen 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 allWell 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 rightI’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 yeahWell 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 meWell 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 beWhen 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 yeahYeah 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 CampbellBrent 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