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"It's America" (2009)




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When It's My Time Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I was late for work, had to pull to the side
While a funeral train of cars drove by with their lights on
It was just my luck, it went on and on for miles

I kept checkin' my watch, grittin' my teeth
Then suddenly it dawned on me that whoever this is
Is gonna be missed for a long, long time
It got me thinking

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time

So I followed that last car down to the church
Took off my ball cap, tucked in my shirt
I just had to see what kind of life could cause such as traffic jam

Heard story after story, people laugh, people cry
It didn't take long to understand why every pew was full
There's a lot of good souls made better for knowing him
And now I'm one of them

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time

Felt a hand on my back, turned around, someone asked
"Did you know him well?"
And I said, "Yeah, well enough to know"

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time
Ooh, when it's my time
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Tell A Country Boy Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

He aint much for talkin,
But he means every word he says,
Well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed,
Leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord,
Yea you can always tell a country boy

Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee
But for a girl like you he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice
He'll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice
Yea you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
Cuz all he's ever gonna be is who he always was
A cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy
You can always tell a country boy

He'll go off and take a long walk when he needs some time to think
Might even let ya drive his truck when he's had to much to drink
Bout as true blue as ol glory wavin out there on tha pourch
Yea you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
Sometimes his gears turn so slow you swear there gonna rust
From tha way he bangs that ol guitar to tha gravel in his voice
You can always tell a country boy

Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then
But you can't drag them forty acres outta him
Yea you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
He's on tha fence about alot of things but on you his minds made up
Cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter than tha sweet sound of your voice
You can always tell a country boy
Whatevers on your heart now come on and tell this country boy
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Chasin' Girls Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

It started out summer fun
Chasin' Ally Brooke with a water gun
She'd laugh and she'd scream
She'd run and say you can't catch me

Well time passed I turned sixteen
Crusin' from the Sonic to the Dairy Queen
Runnin' the roads we ruled like kings

We'd say, well here comes Ally with her hot friends
They got water balloons in their hands
Oh man they got me now let's get them

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, what a life
Man I love them can't get enough of them
From their toes up to their curls

Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Caught Ally Brooke, and that was that
Bought a home below on a culdesac
Settled in, and I knew that my girl chasin' day were through

Until she handed me the EPT
I said tell me what this blue strip means
That was then, and now our twins are three

And it's who left the popsicle on the couch
Don't let that dog lick it in the mouth
Up and down all around this house
I'm right back to where I started out

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, what a life
Man I love them can't get enough of them
From their toes up to their curls

Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Last night I had a nightmare
The future was now here
My little girls were teens
And then these teenage boys appeared

Oh no
Yeah

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Chasin' girls
Oh
Whoo
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Friends With Tractors Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane
He said he had rich and famous friends, yeah he liked droppin' names
I said, "Well, howdy do, that's good for you, I dig a lot of those actors
But son you ain't got a thing on me, see I got friends with tractors"

They'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors

On Friday night we hit the woods, go boggin' in our trucks
It's just about a guarantee some good ole boy gets stuck
Where I come from, you can bet your butt a mud hole ain't a factor
I'll sink mine to the floorboards' cause I got friends with tractors

And they'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowing speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yee haw

I've been to fancy five star restaurants and I left there barely filled
They charged me for the water, the butter and the bread
That gourmet meal looked more to me like fish bait on a cracker
But I'll stay fat and happy 'cause I got friends with tractors

And they'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yeah, I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yee haw

Yeah man, talking about Internationals
John Deeres, Massey Fergusons
Whatever you got, we don't discriminate
Front end loaders, bush hogs, post hole diggers
Need 'em, gotta have 'em

I believe I do know one actor
Is Larry the cable guy an actor?
Oh well, he's got a tractor
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15 Minutes Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I got a call from my best friend this evening
He said he wasn't going out with us guys on Friday night
Yeah, he was gonna change for his new found flame to keep her satisfied
And I just laughed and said, "Hey man, well go ahead and try"

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
It was the worst fifteen minutes of my life

Now I've heard it said that too much fun will kill you
And I'll be the first to tell you that I don't wanna die
Too many twelve ounce curls, pretty girls and parties ain't advised
Well, take it from me don't believe all that hype

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
And it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
That's right

Well, you could get hit by a truck tomorrow
So you might as well raise a little hell tonight

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
And it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
Man, it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
That's right
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Simple Things Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

We got the biggest dog you ever saw
Sprawled on the porch coolin' off
Down at our place,
His name is Ace

We got the humming birds comin in
Hittin those sugar water feeders
Then buzzin off again
Floatin in the wind

Then the sunset melts into a line of pines
Yeah life is slow out here,
But it sure suits me fine

[Chorus]
Cause it's the simple things that strum my strings
The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
Ohh it sounds so sweet
Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

Yeah it's the simple things

Yeah

Like takin my boy to the river on Sundays
Huntin Tadpoles and Indian money
And I just laugh,
While is flipflops splash

Then we spray em off cause we don't want chiggers
Baitin our hooks with chicken liver
Goin yellow cat fishin
A little whisker lip rippin

I love it when he says daddy give me five
And watchin him grunt and grin while hes reelin in
That flat head on his line

[Chorus]
It's the simple things that strum my strings
The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
Ohh it sounds so sweet
Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

Yeahh it's the simple things,
It's the simple things

Its feelin thankful just lookin at the stars
Its finding peace of mind in your own backyard

Yeahhh it's the simple things that strum my strings
Like big oak trees, tire swings, and lemonade,
Ice cold and homemade

Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

It's the simple things

Mmm

It's the simple things

That's it.
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It's America Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Drivin' down the street today I saw a sign for lemonade
They were the cutest kids I'd ever seen in this front yard
As they handed me my glass, smilin' thinkin' to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of America

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America

Later on when I got home, I flipped the TV on
I saw a little town that some big twister tore apart
And people came from miles around just to help their neighbors out
And I was thinkin' to myself I'm so glad that I live in America

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America!

Now we might not always get it all right
There's no place else I'd rather build my life

'Cause it's a kid with a chance, it's a rock 'n roll band
It's a farmer cuttin' hay
It's a big flag flyin' in a summer wind
Over a fallen hero's grave

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song
It's a welcome home parade, yeah
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America! It's America! Oh, oh yeah, woo!
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"If You're Going Through Hell" (2006)




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These Are My People Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks
Shootin' b.b.'s at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike
Somebody lifted off of his old man
We were football flunkies
Southern rock junkies
Crankin' up the stereo
Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps
Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe
We were good you know

We got some discount knowledge at the junior college
Where we majored in beer and girls
It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money
And they threw us out into the world
Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town
Ain't runnin' much of anything
We're just lovin' and laughin'
And bustin' our asses
And we call it all livin' the dream

[Chorus]

These are my people
This is where I come from
We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some
It ain't always pretty
But it's real
That's the way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way
These are my people

Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin
Till we make it to a Friday night
And it's church league softball holler 'bout a bad call
Preacher breakin' up the fight
Then later on at the green light tavern
Well everybody's gatherin' as friends
And the beer is pourin' till Monday mornin'
Where we start all over again

[Chorus]

We fall down and we get up
We walk proud and we talk tough
We got heart and we got nerve
Even if we are a bit disturbed

[Chorus]
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About The South Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Fried pickles, drunk chicken, craw fishing in the creek
Wild turkey, deer jerky tough as Tarzan's feet
Hot women skinny swimmin', barely belly button deep
Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea
Hayloft lovin' in the holler behind the house
No doubt about what I love about the south

Loretta lynn, maker's mark, that's Kentucky as can be
Jack Daniels, Dolly Parton, oh the hills of Tennessee
Finger pickin', bluegrass blowing in the wind around here
We believe the book of john and we drive John Deeres
The devil came to Georgia, Mr. Daniels showed him out
No doubt about it what I love about the south

[Chorus]

What I love about the south
If you need a Dixie Fix just come on down
That's what I love about the south
Southern bells with a drawl
Make you stop and drop your jaw
Come on ya'll shut your mouth
That's what I love about the south

Grew up down here and it's where I'll grow my kids
Old McDonald had a daughter, get her done got her did
Corn grows in rows on a cob but it flows from a jar
In a rocky top bar
A little fountain from the mountain
Even made the possum shout
That's what I love about the south

[Repeat chorus]
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Watching You Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Driving through town just my boy and me
With a happy meal in his booster seat
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy
Till his nuggets were gone
A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath
His fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap
Well then my four year old said a four letter word
That started with "s" and I was concerned
So I said son now now where did you learn to talk like that

[Chorus one]

He said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you

We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said Lord please help me help my stupid self
Then this side of bedtime later that night
Turning on my son's Scooby Doo nightlight
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
And spoke to God like he was talking to a friend
And I said son now where'd you learn to pray like that

[Chorus two]

He said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama's hand
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you

[Bridge]

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug
Said my little bear is growing up
He said but when I'm big I'll still know what to do

[Chorus three]

Cause I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
By then I'll be as strong as superman
We'll be just alike, hey won't we dad
When I can do everything you do
Cause I've been watching you
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Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy) Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

The declaration of independence
Think I can tell you that first sentence
But then I'm lost
I can't begin to count the theories
I had pounded in my head that I forgot
I don't remember all that spanish
Or the gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forgot

[Chorus:]

Come on in boy, sit on down
And tell me 'bout yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl and her mama's world
She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it son
Now y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleaning this gun

Well now that I'm a father
I'm scared to death one day my daughter's gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
Who seems to have just one thing on his mind
She's growing up so fast it won't be long
'fore I'll have to put the fear of god
Into some kid at the door

[repeat chorus]

It's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get hurt
It's just a daddy thing, hey believe me man, it works

[repeat chorus]
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In The Middle Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Old gray fence, tarchip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's barn leaning just a little

Miss Myra's store, smell the barbecue
Make you stop for gas when you don't need to
At least 20 miles to the nearest town
Hills and hollers all around
And that's me right there in the middle

[Chorus]

In the middle of what matters most
Father's son's and the holy ghost
Open hearts and unlocked doors
A way of life worth dying (fighting) for
If you wonderin' where I'll be
Take out a map of Tennessee
And you'll find me than right there in the middle

Rick of wood stacked by the porch
Black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys sayin' daddy's back
Next thing I know it's a wrestling match
And that's me yeah that's me

[Repeat chorus]

In middle of nowhere, no where I'd rather be
The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet
Surrounded by folks who love me
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A Man On A Tractor Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I woke up the same way this morning
Like a stranger in my own life
Tired and confused with too much to do
Nothing left for my kids and my wife
Oh I clung to that first cup of coffee
Praying god, won't you show me what's real
Then out in the distance I saw through the window
A man on a tractor with a dog in a field

The dog walked just like it was smiling
The man drove like the world was all right
The tractor hummed on like a part of a song
That you sing to your children at night
His work was laid out there before him
In rows of green, his whole life was revealed
Oh what I wouldn't give if I could just live
Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

[Chorus:]

Let me do what I'm doing
Let me be where I am
Let me find peace of mind
On my own piece of land
When I'm lost, help me to let go
And find someway to feel
Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

There I was watching and wondering
My wife came down and sat beside me
She said. "it's not about living another man's life
It's about seeing your own differently
Oh this home that I love and my children
What more could one man hope to yield
Then she touched my face
And said, "there's more than one way
To be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

[repeat chorus]
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Wasted Whiskey Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said "dave, don't you dare let me drive"
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I've gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back

Cause it's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There ain't enough bourbon behind this bar
And I ain't got that kinda time
So I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every time you kiss me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey

So here's to new beginnings and to the memories
And cheers to your mamma and daddy cause they were right about you and me
And here's to milsap on the jukebox and to your new friends you've found
And here's to our joint account, master card cause I'm buying the whole house a round

[Repeat chorus]

It's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There aint enough bourbon behind this bar
And I aint got that kinda time
I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every single time you ever kissed me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
Drinking to forget about you
That's just wasted whiskey
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Invisibly Shaken Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

My friends say they're proud of me
For taking our breakup so casually
But they don't see what lies beneath my smile
It appears that I'm okay
And I moved on when you walked away
But the truth is since you said goodbye

[Chorus]

I'm invisibly shaken and quietly breakin'
Desperately takin' one breath at a time
Beneath this composure I know it's over
Baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken

If it looks like I don't care
It's not killing me seeing you here
And hearing you say you want to try us again
Believe me it ain't easy being this cool
But too many times girl I've been your fool
And I know I'd just end up here again

[Chorus]

Invisibly shaken and quietly breakin'
Desperately takin' one breath at a time
Beneath this composure I know it's over
But baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken

Baby I'm dying cause you can't be mine
But I will never show the toll it's taking
Cause I'm invisibly shaken
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Angel's Hands Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

She said I've been up all night and half-scared to death
I can smell the liquor on your breath
I payed for your rehab with my ira
Boy your daddy'd be turning in his grave
She said son I've done all mama can do
I can save myself but I can't save you

He said I wished you and Jesus would get off my back
They said his truck was doing 90 when he crashed
I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even god cries when an angels hands are tied

They said honey grown-ups do this all the time
And tears welled up in their little girls eyes
They said now it's not something that you've done
It just that mommy and daddy don't get along

She said do you guys mean that you need a time out
And that daddy's gonna move to a different house
They said you'll have two bedrooms you're a lucky kid
She said what about checkers, where's he gonna live
I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even god cries when an angels hands are tied

She prays, angels watch me through the night
Stay by my side 'til morning light
God bless mama, god bless daddy
Keep us together and happy
I bet it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even god cries when an angels hands are tied
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If You're Going Through Hell Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Well you know those times when you feel like
There's a sign there on your back
That says I don't mind if you kick me, seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You think it can't get worse than that
And then they do

You step off the straight and narrow
And you don't know where you are
Used the needle of your compass, to sew up your broken heart
Ask directions from a genie in a bottle of jim beam
And she lies to you
That's when you learn the truth

[Chorus]

If you're goin' through hell keep on going
Don't slow down if you're scared don't show it
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there

I've been deep down in that darkness
I've been down to my last match
Felt a hundred different deamons breathin' fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled I'd fall right into the trap
That they were layin'

But the good news is there's angels everywhere out on the street
Holdin' out a hand to pull you back up on your feet
The one's that you've been draggin' for so long
You're on your knees might as well be prayin'
Guess what I'm sayin'

[Chorus]

If you're goin' through hell keep on going
Don't slow down if you're scared don't show it
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there
When you're goin' through hell keep on movin'
Face that fire walk right through it
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there

If you're goin' through hell keep on going
Don't slow down if you're scared don't show it
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there
When you're goin' through hell keep on movin'
Face that fire walk right through it
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there
You might get out before the devil even knows you're there
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"Honesty" (2003)




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I Will Come To You Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I never thought I'd live to see you leave me
But just like the rainfall it's coming down
And something says I shouldn't try to stop
Even though I want to I just don't know how
I guess the price of your plans is worth cashing in
All our yesterdays but baby someday

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you're not saying
Like a name that you once knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you'll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you

Remember when we went from second guessers
To midnight confessors we had no fear
How it finally felt to have someone to run to
Somewhere to come to baby I'm still there
I know you'll find your way back to this place
If you follow your heart then stay where you are

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you're not saying
Like a name that you once knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you'll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you're not saying
Like a name that you once knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you'll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you
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Honesty Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

He said: "Just think it over, and write me a list,
"So we can figure out what we both deserve."
She hardly could believe it, that their love had come to this:
Dividing an' deciding his and hers.
But she grabbed a paper napkin, an' asked the waitress for a pen.
An' one by one, she wrote down what she wanted most from him.

"Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust.
"A little less time for the rest of the world,
"And more for the two of us.
"Kisses each mornin', 'I love you's' at night,
"Just like it used to be.
"The way life was when you were in love with me."

She reached across the table an' placed it in his hand,
An' said: "You know this isn't easy for me."
As he thought about the new car, the house an' the land,
An' wondered what that bottom line would be.
An' a thousand other things that she'd want him to leave behind,
But he never dreamed he'd open up that napkin and find:

"Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust.
"A little less time for the rest of the world,
"And more for the two of us.
"Kisses each mornin', 'I love you's' at night,
"Just like it used to be.
"The way life was when you were in love with me."

Well, he fought back the tears, as he looked in her eyes,
An' said: "I don't know where to start."
An' she said: "Everything on that list in your hand,
"Is hidden somewhere in your heart.

"Honesty, sincerity, just like it used to be.
"The way life was when you were in love with me."
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What's Left Of Me Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me
Ain't no better off, just used and simply confused by your complexity
Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem
All that remains to be seen yeah is.

What's left of me, it's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, what's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me

I should've known I couldn't survive on my knees at that pace
You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face
Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline
All in all I'm lucky to keep uh-huh

What's left of me, it's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, what's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me

Someday I might just get back in line
That's if my nerve returns, considering I find

What's left of me It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

I'm taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me
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Monkey In The Middle Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I get up like a rocket in a hurricane
Then it's off to work like a runaway train
Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail
It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail
Back and forth in a game of pickle
I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle

Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet
That organ grinder be in a bind without me
In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules
But everytime that music plays I know what to do

Every Friday night at the honky tonk
Me and my baby make that dive jump
When our buckles bump, I tell you what
That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff
And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle
Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle

Walking that sideshow tightrope, makin' ends meet
That organ grinder be in a bind without me
In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules
But everytime that music plays sugar I know what to do

And then.
I get up like a rocket in a hurricane
Then it's off to work like a runaway train
Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail
It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail
Back and forth in a game of pickle
I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle
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Someone To Share It With Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I've got dreams and aspirations
And I'm pretty good at conversations
I've got a heart I want to give
But I need someone to share it with

I love music and don't mind dancing
I'm easygoing, a little bit old-fashioned
I'm a sucker for sunsets, but the trouble is
I need someone to share it with

We're living all alone together
Like we don't even know each other anymore
I miss my friend, I miss my lover
We can rediscover everything that made us fall in love before

If you've got time you don't mind spending
I've got a world that feels like it's ending
Cause Baby, you're my life, but I can't live like this
I need someone to share it with

We're living all alone together
Like we don't even know each other anymore
I miss my friend, I miss my lover
We can rediscover everything that made us fall in love before

I miss my friend, I miss my lover
We can rediscover everything that made us fall in love before

'Cause I've got dreams and aspirations
And I'm pretty good at conversations
And I've got a heart I want to give
I just need someone to share it with
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The Love We Make Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I'm not the man you see in all those movies
Or read about in all those fashion magazines
I won't build you monuments
Or fill your purse with rubies
Baby that's not me

But I will hold you while you're sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill up the whole world
With all the love we make

I may never be a man of great position
Never be a new aged sensitive guy
But I will hear you every time you whisper
I'll feel it when you cry

And I will hold you while you're sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill the seven seas
With all the love we make

Till the last day of forever
I know we'll be joined together
And I will stand by you
I'll be loving you

And I will hold you while you're sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill up the whole world
With all the love we make
All the love we make baby
All the love we make
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The Man I Am Today Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

When I was smaller wishing I was taller
I woke up one morning and my mama was gone
I tried to talk to my father he told me not to bother him
he said boy being a man means being strong
Now leave me alone

So you say you wanna see behind the curtain
you wanna know why I don't show it when I'm hurting
It never did me any good before so long ago I locked that door
But please don't think I'm pushing you away
It's just the man I am today

Before I was loved by you I didn't know how to
Love was nothing to me but a four letter word
But I'm learning being strong don't mean being alone
So just hold on girl and soon you're gonna know
The man I'll be tomorrow

So you say you wanna see behind the curtain
you wanna know why I don't show it when I'm hurting
It never did me any good before so long ago I locked that door
But please don't think I'm pushing you away
It's just the man I am today

It never did me any good before so long ago I locked that door
But please don't think I'm pushing you away
It's just the man I am today

The man I am today
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Uncomplicated Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

I want a woman that knows her own mind
That says whatever
Let's have a good time, have a good time

Don't live her life out of some magazine
Just a simple girl, simple dreams
Uncomplicated

One life, one love
Sounds so easy, but it's so tough
One dance only one time around

I like a truck, not too much chrome
Something kinda old
That you can still work on, still work on, and gets you back home

I take my coffee no sugar no cream
I've got a wardrobe T-shirt and jeans
Uncomplicated

One life, one love
Sounds so easy, but it's so tough
One dance only one time around

Why make it harder than it all ready is
When you can have it, have it like it is
Uncomplicated

One life, one love
Sounds so easy, but's so tough
One dance only one time around

Uncomplicated
Uncomplicated
Uncomplicated
Uncomplicated
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Sing Along Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Yeah.

If you could read my mind, you might slap my face.
If you could see inside my heart, you'd see it's in the right place.

See, it's like bunnies in a Bramble, or honey bees in a hive.
Whenever I'm beside you, that's my paradise.
Might be a twisted way of sayin', I ain't proud, an' no offence,
But I been thinkin' 'bout you, baby, in the future tense.

We'll take it slower than a broke-knee'd turtle.
Yeah, we'll get tighter than your grandma's girdle.
Oh, I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong.
If you're feelin' what I'm singin', baby: sing along.

Ain't no moonshine maker, ain't no man of the cloth.
Ain't no kangaroo lawyer, but I will get you off.
'Cause anything worth doin's worth doin' again,
An' again, an' again, an' when,

We're dancin' slower than a broke-knee'd turtle.
Gettin' tighter than your grandma's girdle.
Oh, I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong.
If you're feelin' what I'm singin', baby: yeah, sing along.
Yeah.

I want you, I need you, an' I'll never do you wrong.
If you're diggin' what I'm singin', baby: just jump on in an' sing along.

Slower than a broke-knee'd turtle.
Tighter than your grandma's girdle.
Don't say a word:
Mmm sing like a bird.

Don't say a word:
Yeah, sing like a bird.

Slower than a broke-knee'd.
Tighter than your grandma's.
Yeah.

To Fade.
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Yeah She Does Lyrics – Rodney Atkins

Baby likes to stay up early,
Baby likes to get up late
She likes to spend my money,
Never leaves a thing on her plate
Yeah, yeah
Baby likes to steal the covers
And tells me she's still cold
She likes to call her mama
When I don't do what I'm told
Don't like to do what I'm told
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
I love every thing about her,
Specially when she wants my love
I love every thing about her,
Specially when she wants my love
She's got a jealous bone
She likes me under her thumb
Keeps me in her pockets
And keeps me comin' undone
Mmmmm it's all in the name of good fun
Ain't it baby
Yes I'm her only one
I love to her say c-c-c-c-come on
It rolls right off a her tongue
Mmmmm yeah it does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
I love every thing about her,
Specially when she wants my love
And if she ever said goodbye
I know that I would surely die
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
I love every thing about her,
Specially when she wants my love
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
Does she love me, whoa whoa yes she does
I love every thing about her,
Every thing about her
I love every thing about her,
Specially when she wants my love
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Forgiveness And Permission lyrics - rodney atkins

I was keeping my powder dry till you did more than catch my eye
Barely wearing that mini-skirt
You looked so good it almost hurt
I said baby your've makine me crazy and you said

It's easier to get forgiveness than permission
So why wait when you know what I'm missing
We could keep on keeping our distance
Spend our whole lives wishing when it's
Easier to get forgiveness than permission

I started thinking 'bout the day we met and how lonely I'd be if I had let
My head take my heart outta asking your name
I wouldn't be loving you night and day
Oh you're so right so if you wanna hold me tight remember

It's easier to get forgiveness than permission
So why wait when you know what I'm missing
We could keep on keeping our distance
Spend our whole lives wishing when it's
Easier to get forgiveness than permission

We're not gonna do something tonight we'll regret in the morning no
'Cause we're gonna sleep till noon tomorrow

It's easier to get forgiveness than permission
So why wait when you know what I'm missing
We could keep on keeping our distance
Spend our whole lives wishing when it's
Easier to get forgiveness than permission

We could keep on keeping our distance
Spend our whole lives wishing when it's
Easier to get forgiveness than permission
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My Old Man lyrics - rodney atkins

I got a picture of him, barefoot in the mud.
Behind his grandpa's plow an' two great mules.
When he turned ten years old, on May 8, '53.
He grew up fearin' God in Washburn, Tennessee.
The closest thing he had to a Dad was his Uncle Bob.
An' he could only dream of things like little league baseball.
An' that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands,
Huh, became my old man.

Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day.
The fourth child of five to my Grandma, Eula May.
So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes.
Her Daddy spent his life workin' in the coal mines.
Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy's been a Saint.
But even Saints need Angels to show them the way.
And over thirty-seven years ago, he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand.
And that Angel married my old man.

And there were times I tried to buck, the truthful things they said.
But now I'm glad that, more than once, they rattled my stubborn head.
'Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from afar.
But now the closer I get to them, the bigger they are.

The time seems to fly anymore, and the holidays are so far apart.
There's no way a 'phone call could express what's in my heart.
So this is just a song to say how greatful I am.
For Mamma and my old man.

For Mamma and Dad.
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Farmer's Daughter lyrics - rodney atkins

Well I heard he needed some help on the farm
Somebody with a truck and two strong arms
Not scared of dirt and willin' to work
till the sun goes down
So I pulled up and said I'm your man
I could start right now and we shook hands
He said the fence needs fixin',
the peaches need pickin'
And the cows need bringin round

I was haulin hay, I was feedin the hogs
and that summer sun had me sweatin like a dog
So I cooled off in the creek
then it was back to work in the daggum heat
I was cussin' out loud, thinkin bout quitin'
Lookin' back now I'm sure glad I didn't
Cuz just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter
I caught glimpse of the farmer's daughter

She was just gettin' home from Panama city
she was all tanned up and my kinda pretty
When her eyes met mine
I was thinkin that I would sure love my job
as the days got shorter our talks got longer
the kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger
so we'd hop in the truck and get all tagled up
every chance we got
we were down by the river all night long
when the sun came up I was sneakin' her home
and draggin my butt to work
with the smell of her perfume on my shirt
I'd be on the tractor she'd be on my mind
with that sun beatin' down on this back of mine
Just when I thought it couldnt get no hotter
I fell in love with the farmer's daughter
we got married last spring
Woah and there ain't no better life for me

I'm still haulin' hay and feedin' the hogs
and that summer sun has me sweatin' like a dog
so I cool off in the creek
and she brings me outta glass of sweet ice tea
I'm on the tractor and shes on my mind
and I can't wait till its quitin' time
and just when I think it can't get no hotter
I come home to the farmer's daughter
Yeah the farmer's daughter
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