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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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