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 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

My Kind Of Woman (2020 Remaster) 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 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 smiles, yeah, it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
She's 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 smiles, yeah, it's somethin'
Loves bigger than life
She's my kind of woman

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

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

Almost Home (2020 Remaster) lyrics - Craig Morgan

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 flashin' five 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 okay?"

He said, "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"

Then he said, "I's just comin' 'round the barn
'Bout the time you grabbed my arm
When I heard mama 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"

"Yeah, 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
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've 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" (Almost home)
"Man, I wish you'd just left me alone
I was almost home"

Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) (2020 Remaster) lyrics - Craig Morgan

His life is that blue bike
Ball glove and fishin' pole
Treehouse, BB gun
And Band-Aid covered knees
He does good deliverin' papers
And cuttin' grass for the neighbors
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 and Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek
That dog was like his brother
You'd seen one, you'd see the other
Cut one and 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
And 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

Sounds Like Home lyrics - Craig Morgan

Old flat bottom, top water poppin' at your honey hole
Tailgate rattlin', thirty threes grabbin' that gravel road
Burn barrel fires and rusty barbwire that never ends
Buckshot stop signs, dust from combines and lifelong friends

It sounds like home, don't it?
A little bit of back road on it
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five with the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
John Deere's startin', bird, dog barkin', man, don't ya know it
Sounds like home, don't it?

I hear my grandpa talkin', neighbors a-honkin' as they drive by
Plantin' things in rows, makin' honest holes in our old Levis'
I can still hear momma in the kitchen yellin'
"Five more minutes 'til the corn bread's done"
A hot day of hidin' and a cold beer ridin' on the settin' sun

It sounds like home, don't it?
A little bit of back road on it
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five with the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
John Deere's startin', bird, dog barkin', man don't ya know it (oh)

Sounds like home
Sounds like my hometown (yeah)
Sounds like where I'm from, the place I love
Where I wish I was right now, yeah
Sounds like home (sounds like home, just like home)

Yeah, I'm creakin' on the porch-swing swingin' (swingin')
Sunday mornin' church bells ringin'
Oh, bird, dog barkin', John Deere's startin', man don't ya know it (sounds like home)
It sounds like home (sounds like home)

Sounds like home, don't it?
Sounds like home, don't it?

Ask Him lyrics - Craig Morgan

Ask him about war
And he'll do his best
To talk about his old friend that he held
When he took his last breath
Ask him about life
And he'll say it goes by fast
So tell the ones you love that you love 'em
Every chance you have

Ask him 'bout the good book
And he'll quote John 3:16
Ask him 'bout a tractor
And he'll preach some John Deere green
He'll say, "If you drive a Ford, you can't go wrong"
Oh, but ask him about her, and he'll go on and on and on

Ask him 'bout the weather
And he'll talk about her smile
And how she is his sunshine
And go on about her blue eyes for a while
Ask him about fishing
And he'll talk about that night
And how the best luck he ever had was down by the river
Never got a bite

Ask him 'bout the good book
And he'll quote John 3:16
Ask him 'bout a tractor
And he'll preach some John Deere green
He'll say, "If you drive a Ford, you can't go wrong"
Oh, but ask him about her, and he'll go on and on and on

He'll say, "If you drive a Ford, you can't go wrong"
Oh, but ask him about her, and he'll go on and on and on
Ask him about her
He'll go on and on and on and on
And on and on and on

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