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
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