No One Loves Me Better:
(Shane Dwight/Derek Alldredge – BMI)
No one loves me better
No one loves me better than you
No one turns me on
no one turns me on like you do
You got me working all day
Day dreaming about all night
Gonna wrap my arms around you
and hold you so tight
Cuz, No one loves me better
No one loves me better than you
you know it’s true baby
No one cranks my tractor
Gets me there faster than you
Oh no
You got me working all day
Day dreaming about all night
Gonna wrap my arms around you
and hold you so tight
No one loves me better
No one loves me better than you
I said no one gets me higher,
lights up my fire like you
It’s the way that we move,
when we find our groove
There ain’t no denying, that’s all I want to do
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
No one loves me better than you
It’s the way that we move,
when we find our groove
there ain’t no denying,
you’re all I want to do
yeah, yeah, yea
no one loves me better baby,
no one loves me better than you, Mama
Oh, no, No
no one turns me on,
makes me write silly love songs
all night long but you
And only you baby
I said, no one cranks my tractor
gets me there faster, but you
Oh I couldn’t lie to you Mama,
No one loves me better
No one does it better than you
I said no on loves me better
No one but you babe
When I say it I mean no one baby
Oh, only you baby
If You Ain’t The Devil:
(Shane Dwight/Derek Allredge -BMI)
If you ain’t the devil, I don’t know
Jesus
My name ain’t mud, in my home town
and everybody believes ya
They don’t play Muddy Waters
in Clarksdale Mississippi,
Or spin Hank in the honky tonks,
there ain’t no crime in the city
If you ain’t the devil, ya, I don’t
know Jesus,
My name ain’t mud, in my home town
And everybody believes ya
Water flows up hill, and I’m a
stranger to pain
It’s all cool in the Middle East, I hear they’re gettin’ lots of rain
We got trouble at home
we got trouble in the streets
we got trouble all day long
with everyone we meet, baby
And if that ain’t the devil, ya, I
don’t know Jesus
And My name ain’t mud, in my home town
and everybody believes ya
I don’t sing the blues
for a high-toned woman-no I don’t
And I don’t pray to some false prophet
No, I won’t
and I ain’t preachin’, Lord,
hell, I ain’t even religious
but that’s the devil,
ya’ll ‘cause I know Jesus
ya, I know Jesus
So back up Devil woman
cuz it’s been written
You don’t tempt the Lord or a good man,
and take your cheatin and lyin with ya
You got trouble at home
you got trouble in the streets
you’re trouble all day with everybody you meet
baby cause
You are the devil and I know Jesus
Cuz I know Jesus
My name ain’t mud in my home town
everybody believes ya’
You ain’t the devil
I don’t know Jesus
Well My name ain’t mud,
Man, in my home town
and everybody believes ya
If you ain’t the devil
ya, I don’t know Jesus
My name ain’t mud
and everybody believes ya
Stand Up:
(Shane Dwight/Derek Allredge – BMI)
Whether you’re a ragin’ Cajun
or a redneck from Bama
Might be an East Tennessee boy,
Or Kentucky bred
Might be east Missouri or Tex- arkan,
all you North Cali hippies
out there raising plants
see we nationwide – we understand
yea
we’re the ones that built the promise land
Stand up – raise your glass
Stand up – shake your ass
Stand up – go ahead and clap your hands
Stand up – you’re in the promised land
whether you’re flippin burgers or your’e
mixin mud
bailin hay out in the sun
we’re not wannabe ballers out there
spending daddy’s cash
no we up early, we’re the workin’ class
See we’re nationwide – so you understand
Now we’re stompin’ boots to a country band
Stand up – raise your glass
Stand up – go ahead and shake your ass
Stand up – Make it last
Stand up – it’s still the promised land
Stand up – raise your glass
Stand up – clap your hands
Stand up – don’t let this moment pass
Stand up – it’s still the promise land
Stand up – raise your glass
Stand up – go ahead and clap your hands
Stand up – make it last
Stand up – it’s still the promise land
Stand Up
Bullets And Gasoline:
(Shane Dwight/Derek Allredge – BMI)
Well it hit me like a 2 by 4
right upside the head
when I heard my little girlfriend
was sleeping in her boss’ bed
I loaded up my old .44
I headed out to the liquor store
bought a 5th and a pack of Marlboro Reds
yeah I sat there
smoked my smoke
yeah I caught my buzz
I’ve gotta admit I got a little choked up
thinking about what was
But one more drag and a double shot
I said to hell with the local cops
and I put the hammer down and hit the highway
Now they say I’m crazy, angry and
mean
but you might have done the same
if they done to you, what they done to me
You’d get to thinking about
Bullets and Gasoline
Well, surprised, don’t quite
describe
the look in their eyes,
when I showed up about 2am
with a rider by my side
I can’t tell you what happened next
but that old .44 started cashin’ checks
and that gasoline must have done the rest
hahaha
Now they say I’m crazy,
and they threw away the key
but you might have done the same
if they did to you what they done to me
You’d might think about
Bullets and gasoline
I’ve had a lot of time
to think about the ways that I went wrong
all the times that Mama tried,
like that old Merle Haggard song
I think about what might have been
had I not been so prone to sin
and I never bought those bullets and gasoline
Now they say I’m crazy,
angry and mean
but you might have done the same
if they did to you what they done to me
you’d get to thinking about bullets and gasoline
you’d might think about bullets and
gasoline
you’d gonna think about bullets and gasoline
White Powder:
(Shane Dwight – BMI)
All that backroad living
got a country boy a wishin’
bout all the things he’d been missin’
all his life
he got himself in hot water
trying to get to tall cotton
he made one wrong turn
and never could get back right
he was prone to sin
so down he went
the devil said come on in
he never thought twice
when he started bendin’ 6 strings every
night
at every hard pourin drinking hole with a neon light
he started raising roofs up
he started drawing a crowd
the kind that always showed up
and never cared if he played too loud
yeah, he got the attention
of all the biggest takers in town
their jealous hearts wrapped him up
real tight then they took him down
he was prone to sin
so down he went
the devil said come on in
he never thought twice
and all it took was a little white powder
a green-eyed girl and a 5th
to teach that simple country boy about consequence
about how fast it comes
well that’s how fast as it went
with just a little white powder, a green-eyed girl and a 5th
he started making that real money
and people started actin’ funny
could never be real sure who had his back
he bought the wrong story
some sucker pimpin’ fame and glory
sold him down the road
stopped his freight train in its tracks
and all it took
was a little white powder, a green-eyed girl
and a 5th
to teach that simple country boy
about
consequence
bout how fast as it comes
is as fast as it went
now he cries sometimes about
the life he’s lived
but when he dreams at night ya’ll
it sounds something like this
he was prone to sin
so down he went
and all it took
was a little white powder, a green-eyed girl
and a 5th
to teach that simple country boy
about consequence
about how fast as it comes, well that’s as fast as it went
Just a little white powder
all that back road livin’
got a country boy a wishin’
about all the things he’d been missin’
all his life
She Likes To Ride:
(Shane Dwight – BMI)
She likes to ride
Her Daddy was a biker from North California
couldn’t give his babies everything they wanted
so he drove down south
with a line on some money
but he wound up dead
in that California sun
so she grew up on a dirt bike
dreaming bout her daddy
she pinched back the tears, man
she’d let the throttle fly
she was just a baby
and Daddy was a goner
she never learned a lick from him
‘bout how to drive
now she likes to ride
she likes to stay high
she likes to shake it the ground on
a Saturday night
slip out with the boys and get her head right
she likes to ride
she likes to ride
oh, you know what I mean
A blue eyed rich girl from Coleman
Alabama
had everything she wanted
but it didn’t matter much
Daddy was a drunk
Mama stayed gone
she grew up thinking that was all there was
so she blew her education
and Daddy cut the money
she headed down south
til she hit the Georgia line
now she’s a stripper in a bar in Atlanta
still thinks all the blow
helps her clear her mind
now she likes to ride
she likes to stay high
she likes to shake it to the ground on a Saturday night
slip out with the boys to get her head right
she likes to ride
she likes to fly
oh, oh yeah
Sometimes you gotta pack it up
and just get gone
cuz it don’t end well if you stay too long
you gotta see them on the other side
Cuz, you got to
you got to let her ride
you got to let her ride
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you got to let her ride
you got to let her ride
Sucker:
(Shane Dwight, Jessie G, Melanie Meriney- BMI)
So where you going after they finish this last song?
now that I spent all my money
Oh you gotta give a boy at last one chance
To call you honey
Or are you gonna slip out
with your girls when I turn my back
naw, I think you’re too sweet for that
Can’t imagine you ever being so
cruel
but girl I barely know you
Yeah, I’m a sucker
for a pretty girl
the kind of green-eyed beast that
could wreck a boy’s world
I like witches that cast spells
the kind that dances barefoot
in front of the devil himself
I know it’s twisted
but I can’t quit it
the kind of girl that rolls fast
and never gets a ticket
And I’m a sucker
didn’t they tell you Mama
I’m a sucker
I’m sorry, you probably didn’t need
to hear all that
Why don’t you tell me your story
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before have I?
and you know that’s got me worried
Do you have a secret
that you’re trying to cover
Do you listen to the demon or the angel
on your shoulder
Do you have a checkered past that you’re trying to hide
Do you leave a trail of breadcrumbs
back from all your crimes and all the times you lied
Cuz I’m a sucker for a pretty girl
the kind of green eyed beast that
could wreck a boy’s world
I like witches that cast spells
the kind that dances barefoot
in front of the devil himself
I know it’s twisted
but I can’t quit it
the kind of girl that rolls fast
and never gets a ticket
Now I don’t trust my intuition
or premonition
a man can’t think right under these type of conditions
or have conviction,cause a little vixen
She got you talking so pathetic
that even your Mama won’t listen
hey, where you going?
I know I’m broken
you’re just gonna leave me sittin here
with my jaded heart showin
Damn –
Hey don’t get offended,I was tricked,
by a little witch
You see I stepped up to her
y’all I got my ass whipped
like a chump
I went down
She had my heart on a leash y’all
she drug it around
Til she left me
for another boy
A little rich fat bitch with a bunch of toys
Hey, where you going?
Where you goin?
just gonna leave me sittin’ here with my jaded heart showin’
Didn’t they tell you Mama
Didn’t I tell ya,
I’m a sucker
I’m a sucker for a pretty girl
yeah
I’m a sucker
for a pretty girl
the kind of green-eyed beast that could
wreck a boy’s world
I like witches that cast spells
the kind that dances barefoot
in front of the devil himself
I know it’s twisted
but I can’t quit it
the kind of girl who drives fast
and never gets a ticket
Didn’t they tell ya mama
I’m a sucker
I’m a sucker for a pretty girl
I’m a sucker for
a pretty girl
yeah, yeah, yeah
Shakin:
(Shane Dwight – BMI)
Where’s a good woman at?
when I really need one
Why is all the booze gone?
man, I really need some
Where’s the pill that makes it real?
like everything ain’t goin’ wrong
Tell me how you wind up
living like this
like you’ve done something wrong
got the whole world pissed
Where’s there’s the justice in love?
Lord I need a little help from up above
Now you see me Shakin’,
well maybe I’ve been taken
And forsaken for too long
Yeah, you got me wrong
but I’ve been right too
you say I’ve been gone
but when I’ve been chained to these blues
And what matters to me
startin’ to seem like it don’t matter much to you
Yeah, if you see me shakin
maybe i’ve been taken and
forsaken for too long
yeah, yeah yeah
What you see
when you look at me
is a threat or enemy
you’ve got it wrong
Cuz all I’ll ever be
is the man this world made me
now I’m full grown
Levy Girl:
(Shane Dwight/Derek Allredge – BMI)
Met me a little Gypsy sweet thing
a levy girl from Louisian
In her eyes
I could see the souls of a thousand men
You see those eyes they would fade
to black
a little every time she’d smile
she had a voice so soft and sweet
like a baby child and she said
come on over here boy
and sit down by me
She lit up a cigarette and
then she passed it to me
well that buzz I felt comin on
was more than nicotine
You see I started feeling lustful
man
a little lowdown and mean.
and when she leaned in close
and whispered real low
an erie wind
began to blow
I felt I had to go
wherever she’d go
pretty fingernails were diggin my soul
Well we ended up at a mansion
on some hundred acre plot
the top shelf kept flowin’
oh it never seemed to stop
It was a hell of a party
everyone there was so damn hot
so damn hot
Sippin’ out of a silver cup
was a man I’d seen
Maybe somone I did wrong
in some bad dream
He said come on over here boy
sit down by me
and then he leaned in close
and talked real slow
Lookin back I was talking to
the devil I know
Lord, I know
theres no turning back
just like that
everything I had went up in smoke
you see
since I met that levy girl
my grandaddy died
my wife and child done left me
and my mama still cries
she swears she hears voices
calling out late at night
and there’s no turning back
just like that
everything we had was gone
it was gone
I traded my soul and my whole world
for that little levy girl
I traded my soul and my whole world
for that little levy girl
Trial of a poet:
(Shane Dwight – BMI)
Well I hear he’s coming
he’s coming today
he’s catching a greyhound bus
to a heaven bound plane
it’s a long way to go
to get to heaven I know
when the world breaks your heart
and the blues takes hold
and you can’t back up
no you can’t turn around
you can only step up
when your train rolls around
and it might come early
it might come late
you can change your ways, boy
but you can’t change your fate
Trial of a poet
it’s time to tell the truth
you hope that
the devil don’t get the last line
when he calls on you
we heard you done some right
we know you done some wrong
but you can take your rest boy
if you can make it home
it might be early
and it might be late
you can change your ways boy
but you can’t change your fate
and you can’t back up
no, you can’t turn around
you can only step up
when your train rolls around
Trial of a poet
it’s time to tell the truth
you hope that
devil don’t get the last line
when judgement calls on you
I hear he’s coming
coming today
he’s catching a greyhound bus
to a heaven bound plane