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

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

How You Make A Man lyrics - Craig Morgan

Preacher said on the sixth day, God made Adam out of dust

Teacher said that the Big Bang is where we came from

Momma said it's a miracle we're all born straight outta love

But daddy said, let me tell you son

It's the good days, bad days, goodbye heartbreaks

Tail lights fading 'cause you didn't say enough

The loss and the tears, and the laughs, and the beers

The wars you fight, the ones you walk away from

You run, you crawl, you rise, you fall

You hit your knees 'til you learn to stand

Yeah, that's how you make a man

22, thought I knew everything, so I put everything on a

Pawn shop, shiny thing, diamond ring, I would've done anything

I promised that girl the whole wide world right before she left

She left a boy broken, yeah, remembering what my daddy said

It's the good days, bad days, goodbye heartbreaks

Tail lights fading 'cause you didn't say enough

The loss and the tears, and the laughs, and the beers

The wars you fight, the ones you walk away from

You run, you crawl, you rise, you fall

You hit your knees 'til you learn to stand

Yeah, that's how you make a man

Yeah, I had to live to learn, and crash and burn

For me to turn into a man worth loving you

It's the good days, bad days, goodbye heartbreaks

Tail lights fading 'cause you didn't say enough

The loss and the tears, and the laughs, and the beers

The wars you fight, the ones you walk away from

You run, you crawl, you rise, you fall

You hit your knees 'til you learn to stand

Yeah, that's how you make a man

Yeah, that's how you make a man

Yeah, that's how you make a man

Make a man

Make a man

Make a man

Make a man

I May Drink A Little lyrics - Craig Morgan

I've been down as low as man can go

Poured out my heart from my knees into His hands

I've heard, "Not yet" and I've heard the Lord say, "No"

I trust His time, not mine, will make me a better man

And I may drink a little, but I still love Jesus

I don't try to hide it 'cause I know He sees us

Let my tongue be my rudder, His wind I sail under

And will as long as I'm breathing

I may drink a little, but I still love Jesus

I've had dirt from the world slung in my face

Sometimes I've failed just to turn the other cheek

I'm forgiven, and I go on thanks to His grace

I can say I'm saved, even though I know I'm weak

I may drink a little but I still love Jesus

I don't try to hide it 'cause I know He sees us

Let my tongue be my rudder, His wind I sail under

And will as long as I'm breathing

I may drink a little, but I still love Jesus

I may drink a little but I still love Jesus

I don't try to hide it 'cause I know He sees us

Let my tongue be my rudder, His wind I sail under

And will as long as I'm breathing (as long as I'm breathing)

I may drink a little but I still love Jesus

Yeah, I may drink a little, but I still love Jesus