EP: Enlisted (2023)

• Raise The Bar
• Almost Home (Remix)
• Redneck Yacht Club (Remix)
• That's What I Love About Sunday (Remix)
• International Harvester (Remix)
• That Ain't Gonna Be Me 

Raise The Bar lyrics - Craig Morgan & Luke Combs

A cold beer is what we came in here for

One or two or maybe more

I guess we were gettin' just a little too loud

For this wine and cheese crowd

They stared like we were from outer space

Don't care, it's written all over our face

Now we're on a mission

We don't need permission

We're here to raise the bar, give the place some working class

Drink a toast and raise our glass

To the ones you know who go over the top

And then take it up a notch

We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt

Stained with a little blue collar dirt

These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are

Yeah, we're here to raise the bar

Now, at first, they didn't say too much

They really didn't know what to think of us

So we broke out in an old drinkin' song

Before you know it, they were singin' along

We're here to raise the bar, give the place some working class

Drink a toast and raise our glass

To the ones you know who go over the top

And then take it up a notch

We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt

Stained with a little blue collar dirt

These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are

Yeah, we're here to raise the bar

Pour another round of shots

Pour 'em 'til we're dancin' on the tabletops

Pour 'til they give last call

'Cause after all

We're here to raise the bar and give the place some working class

Drink a toast and raise our glass

To the ones you know who go over the top

And then take it up a notch

We're wearing our names on the front of our shirt

Stained with a little blue collar dirt

These holes in the soles of our boots say who we are

Yeah, you might think that we're takin' this a little too far

But we're here to raise the bar

(Yeah, we're here to raise the bar)

Almost Home (Remix) lyrics - Craig Morgan & Jelly Roll

He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes

He was covered with the evening news

Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands

The bank sign was flashing 5 below

It was freezing rain and spittin' snow

He was curled up behind some garbage cans

I was afraid that he was dead

I gave him a gentle shake

When he opened up his eyes

I said, "Old man are you ok?"

What he said Jelly,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree

I was runnin' from some honey bees

Drip dryin' in the summer breeze

After jumpin' into Calico creek

I was walkin' down an old dirt road

Past a field of hay that had just been mowed

Man I wish you'd just left me alone

'Cause I was almost home"

He said "I was just comin' round the barn

'Bout the time you grabbed my arm

When I heard Momma holler, "Son hurry up"

I was close enough for my old nose

To smell fresh cobbler on the stove

And I saw daddy loadin' up the truck

Cane poles on the tailgate

Bobbers blowin' in the wind

Since July of '55

That's as close as I've been"

I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree

I was runnin' from some honey bees

Drip dryin' in the summer breeze

After jumpin' into Calico creek

I was walkin' down an old dirt road

Past a field of hay that had just been mowed

Man I wish you'd just left me alone

'Cause I was almost home

I said,"Old man you're gonna freeze to death

Let me drive you to the mission"

He said,"Boy if you'd left me alone

Right now I'd be fishin'"

I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree

I was runnin' from some honey bees

Drip dryin' in the summer breeze

After jumpin' into Calico creek

I was walkin' down an old dirt road

Past a field of hay that had just been mowed

Man I wish you'd just left me alone

'Cause I was almost home

I was almost home

Man I wish you'd just left me alone

Cause I was almost home

Redneck Yacht Club (Remix) lyrics - Craig Morgan & Blake Shelton

I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake

We're headed out to a special place we love

That just a few folks know

Theres no signin' up and no monthly dues

Take your Johnson, your Mercury, or your Evinrude and fire it up

And meet us out at party cove

Come on in the waters fine

Just idle on over and toss us a line

Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge

Strung together like a floatin' trailer park

Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!

Side by side there's five houseboat front porches

Astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches

Regular joes rockin the boat, that's us!

The Redneck Yacht Club

Bermudas flip flops and a tank top tan

He popped his first top at ten A.M. thats Bob

He's our president

We're checkin' out the girls on the upper deck

Rubbin in the 15 spf its hot

Everybody jumpin' in

Later on when the sun goes down

Well pull out the jar and that ol' guitar

And pass them around!

Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge

Strung together like a floatin' trailer park

Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!

Side to side there's five houseboat frontporches

Astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches

Regular joes rockin' the boat, that's us!

The Redneck Yacht Club

When the partys over and we're all alone

We'll be makin' waves in a no wake zone!

Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge

Strung together like a floatin' trailer park

Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!

Side by side there's five houseboat front porches

Astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches

Regular joes rockin' the boat, that's us!

The Redneck Yacht Club

The Redneck Yacht Club

The Redneck Yacht Club

That's What I Love About Sunday (Remix) lyrics - Craig Morgan & Gary LeVox

Raymond's in his Sunday best

He's usually up to his chest

In oil and grease

There's the Martins walking in

With that mean little freckle-faced kid

Who broke a window last week

Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off-key in the pew behind me

That's what I love about Sunday

Sing along as the choir sways

Every verse of "Amazing Grace"

And then we shake the preacher's hand

Go home, into your blue jeans

Have some chicken and some baked beans

Pick a backyard football team

Not do much of anything

That's what I love about Sunday

I stroll to the end of the drive

Pick up the Sunday Times

Grab a coffee cup

It looks like Sally and Ron

Finally tied the knot

Well, it's about time

It's thirty-five cents off of ground round, baby, cut that coupon out

That's what I love about Sunday

Cat-napping on the porch swing

You curled up next to me

The smell of jasmine wakes us up

Take a walk down a back road

Tackle box and a cane pole

Carve our names in that white oak

And steal a kiss as the sun fades

That's what I love about Sunday

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah

Ooh, new believers getting baptized

Mama's hands raised up high

Havin' a Hallelujah good time

A smile on everybody's face

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah...

International Harvester (Remix) lyrics - Craig Morgan & Lainey Wilson

I'm the son of a third generation farmer

I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter

I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver

Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower

Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour

On my International Harvester

3 miles of cars laying on their horns

Falling on deaf ears of corn

Lined up behind me like a big parade

Late to work, road raged jerks

Shouting obscene words flippin me the bird

Well you maybe be on a state paved road

But that blacktop runs through my pay load

Excuse me for trying to do my job

But this year ain't been no bumper crop

If you don't like the way I'm a driving

Get back on the interstate

Otherwise sit tight and be nice

And quit your honking at me that way

Cause I'm the son of a 3rd generation farmer

I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter

I got 2 boys in the county 4-H

I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA

Hey that's what I make

I make a lot of Hay for a little pay

And I'm proud to say

I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver

Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower

Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour

On my International Harvester

Well I know you got your own deadline

But cussing me won't save you no time Hoss

But this big wheel wide load ain't going any faster

So just smile and wave and tip your hat to the man up on the tractor

I'm the son of a 3rd generation farmer

I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter

I got 2 boys in the county 4-H

I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA

Hey that's what I make

I make a lot of Hay for a little pay

And I'm proud to say

I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver

Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower

Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour

On my International Harvester

I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver

Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower

Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour

On my International Harvester

International Harvester

International Harvester

International Harvester

International Harvester

International Harvester

International Harvester...

That Ain't Gonna Be Me lyrics - Craig Morgan & Trace Adkins

Some folks believe their TV's like the bible

They think the anthem is just another song

They won't teach their kids to shoot their granddad's rifle

Some don't respect the dirt that they walk on

Well, that ain't gonna be me

I'm gonna put my hand up

I'm gonna stand up

For what I believe

That ain't gonna be me

I'm gonna put my boot down

Let god stand my ground

'Til they bury me

If you're looking for a man to give you an apology

Well, that ain't gonna be me

I see folks that think the whole world owes them somethin'

They look down the nose at those with calloused hands

When a sister, or a brother, or some stranger is in trouble

They turn their head like they don't give a damn

Well, that ain't gonna be me

I'm gonna put my hand up

I'm gonna stand up

For what I believe

That ain't gonna be me

I'm gonna put my boot down

Let god stand my ground

'Til they bury me

I won't apologize for lovin' god and my country and my family

Well, that ain't gonna be me

Someone got no respect to pride for the flag that so many died for

Well, that ain't gonna be me

I'm gonna put my hand up

I'm gonna stand up

For what I believe

That ain't gonna be me

I ain't gonna back down

I ain't gonna tap out

'Til they bury me

I won't apologize for me and all that I can be

Well, that ain't gonna be me

That ain't gonna be me

That ain't gonna be me

God, Family, Country (2020)

• The Father, My Son, And The Holy Ghost
• Soldier
• Going Out Like This
• Whiskey
• Sippin' On The Simple Life
• God, Family And Country (2020 Remaster)
• That's What I Love About Sunday (2020 Remaster)
• My Kind Of Woman (2020 Remaster)
• Almost Home (2020 Remaster)
• Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) (2020 Remaster)
• Sounds Like Home (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Ask Him (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• How You Make A Man (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• I May Drink A Little (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

The Father, My Son, And The Holy Ghost lyrics - Craig Morgan

Lights are shining bright, it's always downtown on the road

I have friends that come from outta town asking me to go

They say, "There's so much going on

Why don't you come along and show us around?"

I tell them Karen's not feeling well so I probably shouldn't go out

Besides I've gotta fix it, list of things I need to do around the house

Then I hang up the phone, turn the radio back on, and sit back down

I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone

I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I've been beat up, I been pushed and shoved but never ever really knocked down

Between mom and dad, Uncle Sam and friends I somehow always pulled out

But the pain of this was more

Than I'd ever felt before, yeah I was broke

I cried and cried and cried until I passed out on the floor

Then I prayed and prayed and prayed till I thought I couldn't pray anymore

And minute by minute, day by day, my God, He gave me hope

I know my boy ain't here but he ain't gone

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone

See, I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

I hope, I love, I pray, I cry

I heal a little more each day inside

I won't completely heal till I go home

In the mornings I wake up, give her a kiss, head to the kitchen

Pour a cup of wake-me-up and try to rouse up some ambition

Go outside, sit by myself but I ain't alone

I've got the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

One day I'll wake up and I'll be home

With the Father, my son, and the Holy Ghost

Soldier lyrics - Craig Morgan

Where did all the people go?

They got scared when the lights went low

I get you through it nice and slow when the world's spinning out of control

Afraid of what they might lose

Might get scraped or they might get bruised

You can beg on what's the use

That's why it's called the moment of truth

I'll get it if you need it

I'll search if you don't see it

You're thirsty, I'll be your rain

You get hurt, I'll take your pain

I know you don't believe it

But I said it and I still mean it

When you heard what I told you

When you get worried I'll be your soldier

Funny when times get hard

At the last moment when it's supposed to charge

We are always on the longest yard

Oh they feel their feet get cold

Hiding here, hiding there

Find them underneath the stairs

People hiding everywhere

Trying to be still as a stone

I'll get it if you need it

I'll search if you can't see it

You're thirsty, I'll be your rain

You get hurt, I'll take your pain

I know you don't believe it

But I said it and I still mean it

When you heard what I told you

When you get worried I'll be your soldier

My aim is so true

I wanna show you

I'll try forever

I'm never gonna say "surrender"

I'll get it if you need it

I'll search if you can't see it

You're thirsty, I'll be your rain

You get hurt, I'll take your pain

I know you don't believe it

But I said it and I still mean it

When you heard what I told you

When you get worried I'll be your soldier

I'll be your soldier

I'll be, oh I'll be your soldier

I'll be a soldier

Going Out Like This lyrics - Craig Morgan

Midnight sittin' here

Can't see clear

Wastin' tears on you

Tick-tock

Round the clock

On the dot

Every thought consumes

Is missin' you

Goin' round and round like this

Is it time to call it quits?

Tell me I didn't hear you right

Tell me it's just another fight

No, we ain't goin' out like this

Oh, we ain't goin' out like this

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

When I feel like I'm losin' you

No, we ain't goin' out like this

We ain't goin' out like this

All alone

Here at home

By the phone

Hopin' you will call

Yeah, I'll answer it

And tell you that

I love you, and

Baby, we can fall

In love all over again

'Cause I don't want it to end like this

Tell me I didn't hear you right

Tell me it's just another fight

No, we ain't goin' out like this

Oh, we ain't goin' out like this

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

When I feel like I'm losin' you

No, we ain't goin' out like this

We ain't goin' out like this

Sometimes it just takes time

Oh, so baby, don't you draw that line

Tell me I didn't hear you right

Tell me it's just another fight

No, we ain't goin' out like this

We ain't goin' out like this

Tell me what I'm supposed to do

When I feel like I'm losin' you

No, we ain't goin' out like this

We ain't goin' out like this

Oh, we ain't gonna go out like this

Whiskey lyrics - Craig Morgan

I hate the taste of whiskey

'Cause it burns, and it don't get me drunk enough

To drown out the sound of her walkin' out

Or the cling, of her suitcase closin' shut

No, I don't look at pictures

All it does is make me miss her every day

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

It runs like a river through my veins

And kills my liver, wrecks my brain

Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain

So I pour and pour, then pour some more

Till me and the bottle hit the floor

Another shot in the dark won't stop

This heartache

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

There's teardrops in my coffee

Fallin' like, a melancholy kinda rain

I'm sinking like a stone

Man, I'm stoned, like I'm high on her cocaine

Is it her or the bourbon?

Got me hungover, hurtin', I can't say

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

It runs like a river through my veins

And kills my liver, wrecks my brain

Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain

So I pour and pour, then pour some more

Till me and the bottle hit the floor

Another shot in the dark won't stop

This heartache

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

Sippin' On The Simple Life lyrics - Craig Morgan

I got my sunny's on, cruisin' on a boat

Destination nowhere, mile marker who knows

Salt is in my nose, SPF 0

Got my line on troll, I'm gonna go where the wind blows

And I drink my drink, and I'll smoke my smoke

I talk the way I talk, and I walk the way I walk

I raise my glass, and I'll toast my toast

Party all night, yeah I'm sippin' on the simple life

Her blonde hair's blowin', bikini lines showin'

Her lipsticks glowin', did I say her bikini lines showin'

There's a tiny tat, at the bottom of her back

Playing peek-a-boo with me

Yeah, it's best you don't see that

And I drink my drink, and I'll smoke my smoke

I talk the way I talk, and I walk the way I walk

I raise my glass, and I'll toast my toast

Party all night, yeah I'm sippin' on the simple life

No, there ain't no right and there ain't no wrong

Yeah, this just might be another drinkin' song

What wrong with that

And I drink my drink, and I'll smoke my smoke

I talk the way I talk, and I walk the way I walk

I raise my glass, and I'll toast my toast

Party all night, yeah I'm sippin' on the simple life

Sippin' on the simple life

Where we gonna go next

(Man I don't know let's find a Daggon cove somewhere)

How bout Bermuda

(Come on)

Let's do it

God, Family And Country (2020 Remaster) lyrics - Craig Morgan

He grew up in a time

When a third grade education

Was all the school you needed

To work the family farm

He'd take time off on Sunday

Him and all his family

Warm a pew

And give thanks to the Lord

There was no gray, only black and white

Didn't need no one to tell him

What was wrong or right

'Cause he had God, family and country

He set aside his plow

In early 1940

Said goodbye to his small town

And put on the Army green

Hard times on the front lines

Writin' letters on wet paper

Not one word about the awful things he'd seen

His was a generation

That answered without question

They knew they had to win

'Cause they were fightin' for

God, family and country

Oh

On the coffee table

Sits the family Bible

Where just last year he added

A little boy to the family tree

There's the folded flag they gave us

On the day he left us

But the thing that I remember most

Is the way that he

Believed

In God, family and country

Oh, we've got God

Family

And country

That's What I Love About Sunday (2020 Remaster) lyrics - Craig Morgan

Raymond's in his Sunday best

He's usually up to his chest

In oil and grease

There's the Martins walking in

With that mean little freckle-faced kid

Who broke a window last week

Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off-key in the pew behind me

That's what I love about Sunday

Sing along as the choir sways

Every verse of "Amazing Grace"

And then we shake the preacher's hand

Go home, into your blue jeans

Have some chicken and some baked beans

Pick a backyard football team

Not do much of anything

That's what I love about Sunday

I stroll to the end of the drive

Pick up the Sunday Times

Grab a coffee cup

It looks like Sally and Ron

Finally tied the knot

Well, it's about time

It's thirty-five cents off of ground round, baby, cut that coupon out

That's what I love about Sunday

Cat-napping on the porch swing

You curled up next to me

The smell of jasmine wakes us up

Take a walk down a back road

Tackle box and a cane pole

Carve our names in that white oak

And steal a kiss as the sun fades

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah

Ooh, new believers getting baptized

Mama's hands raised up high

Havin' a Hallelujah good time

A smile on everybody's face

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah

That's what I love about Sunday, oh yeah