Day: June 3, 2025

Wakin' up in cold sweat California King bed Got the diamond ring set Shoes that ain't released yet Maserati sports car Singin' songs that everybody knows On a guitar They say I'm a superstar, but Oh I still got this feeling in my bones Happens every time that I'm alone Part of me is feelin'...

If I was ever down and out Barely above water and about to drown Over my head was a heavy cloud Would you be around to help me keep my feet on the ground? And if I hit a different load Hit the end of a dead-end road Talkin' no brakes and I lost control...

3, yeah, that number's always meant so much to me My mamma had me back in '93 I was 3 years old and 3 feet tall when I started playin' ball And the number on my back was always 3 And to this day, that's what a lot of old friends from those old teams...

When you hit the door You made sure that I knew That you'd be some hell that I'd have to get through So, I called up some friends I ain't seen in too long And we're spending all night just proving you wrong 'Cause when it comes to moving on over you Yeah, your voice...

New truck, big lift Old roads we've been Tearing up since way back when But these wheels are innocent New hitch, new seats No history And you just can't fake that So, let's change that Girl, let's go put some miles on it Back of the Chevy with the engine running Just you and me...

7:30 in the morning in a Mickey D's drive thru Two muffins, one coffee and a little bitty orange juice I saw a man with a sign on the corner I rolled my window down, handed him a dollar That's when I heard her ask "Hey, Daddy, who was that?" And before I could answer...

I woke up hurting in my shirt and jeans from the night before My phone and my ears were ringing 'Cause we were downtown bouncing 'round from door to door There ain't a song I wasn't singing From the DJs on the 2s and 4s To the honky-tonk on the hardwood floors I was out...

I'm scared of growing up I'm scared of growing old I'm scared of falling short I'm scared of the unknown Oh, I'm burning on the edge But I know right where I stand I know the road ahead Will make me who I am I am, I am, I am I am, I am, I...

Dear Georgia I couldn't make my way to California I just needed something a little closer than too far Just a county line apart We're wishing on the same old small-town stars And I'm sorry If I ever turned my back on anybody Wasn't worth it looking back on all the parties that I've been...

We used to spend our Friday nights Underneath them downtown lights You with your friends and me with mine Shooting shots and getting gone Well, that all changed with that first kiss Yeah, one of them things that you can't forget Settled on downand you moved in Made this house more like a home Now...