Bonfire lyrics - Craig Morgan
You can see it from the river
To the top of white pine ridge
Burning like a summer sun
A bunch of rednecks getting half lit
There's mud-covered trucks and suvs
Cranking out hank and ac/dc
[Chorus]
At the bonfire, out in the sticks
Country backwoods, homegrown hicks
Bonfire, dance a little jig,
Hold up your cup and take another swig
Won't sleep til dawn, party right down to the wire
At the bonfire
Everybody sees the headlights
When old Sheriff John pulled up
We all got a little nervous
It's too late to hide our cups
He pops a top and hollers real loud
Dont worry yall i came to hang out
[repeat chorus]
You dont have to be from around here
To know right where to go
All you gotta do is load up
And head towards glow
[repeat chorus]
At the bonfire
Were all hanging at the bonfire
To the top of white pine ridge
Burning like a summer sun
A bunch of rednecks getting half lit
There's mud-covered trucks and suvs
Cranking out hank and ac/dc
[Chorus]
At the bonfire, out in the sticks
Country backwoods, homegrown hicks
Bonfire, dance a little jig,
Hold up your cup and take another swig
Won't sleep til dawn, party right down to the wire
At the bonfire
Everybody sees the headlights
When old Sheriff John pulled up
We all got a little nervous
It's too late to hide our cups
He pops a top and hollers real loud
Dont worry yall i came to hang out
[repeat chorus]
You dont have to be from around here
To know right where to go
All you gotta do is load up
And head towards glow
[repeat chorus]
At the bonfire
Were all hanging at the bonfire
Still A Little Chicken Left On That Bone lyrics - Craig Morgan
She's 34
Two years divorced
Sick of being bored
About to throw that saddle back on that horse
He's 39
Way past his prime
Came out of retirement
Everybody said he done lost his mind
They look at him now
Packing in that crowd
Just one more touchdown
And he's Super Bowl bound
It ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of hop left in that frog
Little bit of bark left in that dog
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
That GTO
It might be old
But truth be told
Underneath that rust is a heart of gold
It's a fixer-upper
Every night after supper
He'll twist and yank and make it crank
Until that thing burns rubber
But it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of juke left in that jive
Little bit of honey left in that hive
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
Get some dust on them boots
Kick the rust off the bucket
What you got to lose?
Nothin'
No, it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of tick left in that tock
Little bit of click left in that clock
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
Two years divorced
Sick of being bored
About to throw that saddle back on that horse
He's 39
Way past his prime
Came out of retirement
Everybody said he done lost his mind
They look at him now
Packing in that crowd
Just one more touchdown
And he's Super Bowl bound
It ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of hop left in that frog
Little bit of bark left in that dog
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
That GTO
It might be old
But truth be told
Underneath that rust is a heart of gold
It's a fixer-upper
Every night after supper
He'll twist and yank and make it crank
Until that thing burns rubber
But it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of juke left in that jive
Little bit of honey left in that hive
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
Get some dust on them boots
Kick the rust off the bucket
What you got to lose?
Nothin'
No, it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of tick left in that tock
Little bit of click left in that clock
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
This Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Craig Morgan
He was standing in the rubble of an old farmhouse outside Birmingham
When some on the scene reporter stuck a camera in the face of that old man
He said "tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do
Now that this twister has taken all that's dear to you"
The old man just smiled and said "boy let me tell you something, this ain't nothing"
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
And I held her hand til her heart of gold stopped pumping,
So this ain't nothin'
He said I learned at an early age,
There's things that matter and there's things that don't
So if you're waiting here for me to cry,
I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won't
Then he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photograph
Wiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still had
He put it to his lips and said man she was something
But this ain't nothin'
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
We were holding hands when her heart of gold stopped pumping
So this ain't nothin'
This ain't nothin' time won't erase
And this ain't nothin' money can't replace
He said you sit and watch your loving wife fifty years fighting for her life
Then you hold her hand til her heart of gold stops pumping
Yeah boy that's something,
So this ain't nothin'
Yeah this ain't nothin'
When some on the scene reporter stuck a camera in the face of that old man
He said "tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do
Now that this twister has taken all that's dear to you"
The old man just smiled and said "boy let me tell you something, this ain't nothing"
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
And I held her hand til her heart of gold stopped pumping,
So this ain't nothin'
He said I learned at an early age,
There's things that matter and there's things that don't
So if you're waiting here for me to cry,
I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won't
Then he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photograph
Wiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still had
He put it to his lips and said man she was something
But this ain't nothin'
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
We were holding hands when her heart of gold stopped pumping
So this ain't nothin'
This ain't nothin' time won't erase
And this ain't nothin' money can't replace
He said you sit and watch your loving wife fifty years fighting for her life
Then you hold her hand til her heart of gold stops pumping
Yeah boy that's something,
So this ain't nothin'
Yeah this ain't nothin'
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