Nothin' Goin' Wrong Around Here lyrics - Craig Morgan

Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs
Population nine hundred 'n' nine
A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'
Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance
We got our gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop
They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op
Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer
Theres always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

We got kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
Tall tales being told in Harry's barber chair
Life moves slow
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin goin' wrong around here

Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs
Luther wackin' off weeds in his underwear
They go moon skinny-dippin this time of year
Theres always somethin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

Other than kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
Tall tales bein' told in Harry's barber chair
Life moves slow
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out
Is when his wife's been drinkin' and they're back at the house
He'll be walking' 'round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear
There's always somethin' goin' on
But there ain't nothin' going wrong around here

Sweet Old Fashion Goodness lyrics - Craig Morgan

Wind chimes in a weeping willow
Biscuits light as feather pillows
At Mama's house
Sunday morning kids a squirming
Thank the preacher for the sermon
As you're walking out
Sweet old fasing goodness
Old man comes out and pumps your gas
Tells a joke while he cleans your glass
And says thatk you friend
Grab a cup of sugar from your neighbor
Honor roll made the morning paper
Cut it out again
Sweet old fashion goodness

We don't need no bureaucrats
No scientists or diplomats
To help us figure out what this world needs
Just sweet old fashion goodness

He says have you met my young bride
We got married back in '49
She ain't changed at all
There's a nervous boy on the front poarch waiting
While the daddy of the girl hes been dating
Lays down the law
Sweet old fashion goodness

We don't need no bureaucrats
No scientists or diplomats
To help us figure out what this world needsd
Just sweet old fashion goodness

Nothin' but sweet old fashion goodness

I Guess You Had To Be There lyrics - Craig Morgan

Storm blew a tree down in my backyard
My axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store
To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour
I know that she digs me 'cause when I walked in
Here she come a runnin' with a can I help you grin
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around
I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out

[Chorus:]
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn't have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

I'm pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W.D.
So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans
I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo
Forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo
Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue
Asked me if I had any plumbing to do
Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip
Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip

[Chorus:]
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn't have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

She even did that little finger thingy through her hair
Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare
I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for
I think that she forgot that we was in that store

[Chorus:]
But I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn't have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

Yeah I guess you had to be there
To believe what I saw
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
She didn't have a prayer
But I guess you had to be there

The Song lyrics - Craig Morgan

Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane
He was white knuckling a diamond ring
And fumbling for the dome light
Sherry Lynn knows something's up
'Cause Berry ain't ever been stuck
For words like he is tonight
Since they pulled over, her hearts been beatin' faster
Without that song, who knows, he might have never asked her

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Then it came on
The song

Larry Pearson had a crutch
One more was never enough
He'd say "I can quit anytime"
The whole town knew his name
They'd all say what a shame
He's wastin' away his life
A strangers quarter dropped into that corner jukebox
It's been almost two years and guess what made him stop

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Then it came on
The song

Simple words put into lines
Just a melody and rhyme
But at that moment seemed so strong
How can a piece of poetry
Knock a grown man to his knees
And lead him by the heart to where he belongs
Like the song
Its more than just a song

My Kind Of Woman lyrics - Craig Morgan

She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap
Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans
She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match
When they talk about perfect, she's what they mean

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She's a slice of the country, she's Fifth Avenue
She loves Jesus and sinners like me
She's got the key to my soul wrapped around her finger
She's a weekend in Vegas, seven nights a week

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She's reckless, she's safe
The angel God saved for my life
Theres a million reasons why

She's my kind of woman
She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, yeah it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain
When she smile, man it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
Shes my kind of woman

My kind of woman

Look At 'Em Fly lyrics - Craig Morgan

A red lady bug
From out of mid air
Took a break and sat with me
Om my rockin' chair
I looked at her
She looked up at me
And we both agreeed to let each other
Rest in peace
Then it was back to the sky
Oh look at her fly
Like that mama bluebird
Protecting her kids
And those dendelion wishes
Flostin in the wind
A few bumble bees buzzin' by
O look at 'em fly
Its amazind what you see
When you stop and look at things
Well thats all it took
I got to thinkin' 'bout things
You know years are like those bees
And dandelion seeds
Gone in the blink of an eye
Oh look at 'em fly
Its amazing what you see
When you stop and look at things

Well looky there
Another red ladybug
From out of mid air
Took a break and sat with me
On my rockin' chair

La da da dum
La da da da la da da da dum
La da da dum, la da da dum
La da da da la da da da dum

"My Kind Of Livin'" (2005)

That's What I Love About Sunday lyrics - Craig Morgan

Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' 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 Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard 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 my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a 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,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma'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.

I Got You lyrics - Craig Morgan

I've had big dreams, come true and I believe in
Angels, Although I can't see them,
They're watching over everything I do
Ain't no easy street around the bend in my road
No pot of gold at the end of my rainbow
But I don't mind, 'cause baby I got you

THE RAIN, KEEPS THE FLOWERS FROM DYIN'
THE SUN, LIGHTS THE WORLD WHEN IT SHINES
THE MIDNIGHT SKY HAS A BLANKET OF STARS AND THE MOON
AND BABY I GOT YOU

I can't imagine, one day without you in it
Life alone, it just wouldn't be worth livin'
Love would be a wish that never came true
Lord knows, I've got more than I deserve
But I don't question the prayers I've been answered
I did something right
'cause baby I've got you

THE RAIN, KEEPS THE FLOWERS FROM DYIN'
THE SUN, LIGHTS THE WORLD WHEN IT SHINES
THE MIDNIGHT SKY HAS A BLANKET OF STARS AND THE MOON
AND BABY I GOT YOU...

OHHH, the rain, keeps the flowers from dyin'
the sun, lights the world when it shines
the midnight sky has a blanket of stars and the moon
and baby ive got you,
'keeps the flowers from dyin'
the sun, lights the world when it shines
the midnight sky has a blanket of stars and the moon
and baby ive got you..

YeaHH, ohh..baby I got you

That's When I'll Believe That You're Gone lyrics - Craig Morgan

[Verse]
I still get up
And make enough Coffee for two
And everyday when I pray
I still thank God for you

Even though my friends all tell me
That you're long gone
I'm gonna keep hanging on
To you

[Chorus]
When my heart ain't hurting
And I've got you off my mind
When I know that I can make it
Through one day without trying

And I've convinced myself
That I am really all alone
Baby thats when I'll believe
That your gone

[Verse]
Here I am
Makin plans for forever
Me and you what to do
We've done everything together

My imaginations
Workin overtime
The pain has mdae me blind
To the truth

[Chorus]

Bridge
On my own terms
In my own time
Soon enough I'll admit
That you're no longer mine

[Chorus]

I'm Country lyrics - Craig Morgan

There's a plasic stretched across a broken window pane.
You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor when it rains.
There's a ten-point buck on my livin' room wall:
A squirrel and two ducks are hangin' in the hall.
That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit:
A couple times a year, we'll throw a hog in it.
There's a four-wheel drive parked in my driveway:
I'm a proud and active member of the NRA.

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it.
I'm country, that's my kind of livin'.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's.
Well, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin',
Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country.

Well, there's my Mama in the rockin' chair by my screen door:
The red, white, and blue hangs off of my front porch.
There's my darlin' in the garden pickin' black eyed peas:
Kids are bouncin' up and down on the trampoline.
My truck cost less than my champion 'coon dog:
My neck is painted red, by the Grace of God.
My kids say: "Please, Sir, Thank you and Ma'am."
I ain't what I ain't, but I am what I am.

Hey, I'm country: I was born and raised in it.
I'm country, that's my kind of livin'.
White beans, collard greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplin's.
I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin',
Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country.

Yeah, I get up every mornin' when the rooster crows:
I stay out some nights until the cows come home.
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin', cow-tippin',
Hay-balin', pea-pickin' country.

Yeah, I'm a-dog runnin', deer huntin', fish catchin', cow tippin',
Corn-pickin', cider-sippin', fight-startin', kid-raisin',
Wife-lovin', gun-totin', hay-balin', pea-pickin' country.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, I guarantee you, I'm country.
I ain't scared to be country neither.

Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) lyrics - Craig Morgan

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole,
Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees.
He does good deliverin' papers,
An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours,
Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free.
His little hands do a lot for a kid his age,
He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money,
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice.
There's a lotta man in that little boy.

Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
Weekends, he's up at daybreak.
Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek.
That dog was like his brother:
You'd seen one, you'd see the other.
Cut one an' both of them would bleed.
Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop.
There's the tree that he buried him under;
He made a cross from scraps of lumber,
An' on it carved: "God Bless ol' Roy."
There's a lotta man in that little boy.

There's a house, down where he goes fishin':
He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin',
"And I don't need all these toys."
There's a lotta man.
(There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.)
In that little boy

If You Like That lyrics - Craig Morgan

My car broke down on our first date;
We missed the movie an' we never ate;
It was freezin' cold an' the heater broke.
I apologized: you kissed me goodnight,
An said: "It couldn't have been any better."
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.

If you like that ring you saw in the window,
In the jewellery store down town.
If you like tuxedos an' white satin dresses,
Maybe you better sit down.
If you like driftin' off to soft pillow talk,
An wakin' up together,
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.

If you like livin' on a rural route,
Fixin' up an' old farmhouse.
Hugs with your coffee and your good mornin's with a kiss
If you like startin' a fire on a cold winter's night,
An' makin' dreams come true together:
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.

If you like that movie we saw last September:
The one you cried half way through.
If you liked that scene where he got down on one knee,
Girl, have I got somethin' for you.
If you like love like wine that grows sweeter with time,
An' keeps gettin' better an' better,
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.

If you like love like wine that grows sweeter with time,
An' keeps gettin' better an' better,
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.
Girl, if you like that, you're gonna love forever.

Ain't The Way I Wanna Go Out lyrics - Craig Morgan

Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker, loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save.
Well-liked, a really nice fella: that's why it's hard to believe.
One day, two counties over, he got caught with another man's wife.
Shots fired, smoke cleared: her husband took Jimmy's life.
In an instant, all the good stuff he'd ever done was all gone.
Now everybody just remembers the one thing that he did wrong.

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye,
It can all turn around.
If I live to roam this earth another hundred years,
Without 20 seconds from right now,
That ain't the way that I wanna go out.

Rob Jenkins, sittin' on the back pew: head bowed an' his eyes closed.
Preacher talkin' 'bout gettin' to Heaven, said: "Brother would you like to go?"
White knuckles holdin' his Hymnal, while the choir sang Amazing Grace.
He stands up, full of conviction: turns 'round an' runs out of that place.
Off in his truck, says to himself: "Next Sunday, I'm a-gonna get saved."
Runs a red light, hit broadside an' next Sunday is way too late.

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye,
It can all turn around.
If I live to roam this earth another hundred years,
Without 20 seconds from right now,
That ain't the way that I wanna go out.

I'm gonna do right, an' make sure I ask forgiveness before I go:
I'm gonna take time, 'cause it's a fine line,
Between here an' "You never know."

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye,
It can all turn around.
If I live to roam this earth another hundred years,
Without 20 seconds from right now,
That ain't the way that I wanna go out.
That ain't the way that I wanna go out.
No I don't wanna go out.

Redneck Yacht Club lyrics - Craig Morgan

Im 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, thats us!

The Redneck Yacht Club

The Redneck Yacht Club

The Redneck Yacht Club