Tips lyrics - Rodney Atkins

Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes

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When this old beach bum yelled out

"Come on, play, give me three steps"

I was beat but I played him one more

Then I was headed out towards the door

And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills

And said, "By the way, I own this bar"

Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips

But they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"

You gotta treat people right on your ride up

They'll have your back on the way back down

He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son

Keeping it real is what it's really about"

You can count your blessings, count yourself lucky

But every day you get above ground

Oh, that ain't about keeping count of what you got

It's making what you got count

He grabbed me by the arm and said

He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story

About this real rich dude I used to know real well

He owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up

He still felt like he was empty as hell"

He said, "Son, would you believe that

That dude was me back before I inventoried my life

Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and some beer

And, and dispensing some free advice"

Now treat people right on your ride up

They'll have your back on the way back down

He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son

Keeping it real, that's what it's really about"

Count your blessings, count yourself lucky

Every day you get above ground

'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got

It's making what you got count

Oh, now I can't recollect how much I collected in my jar

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And tonight I started getting to have a beer with my old friends

And when he saw those tour buses outside, he said

Now are your treating people right on your ride up?

They'll have your back on the way back down

He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son

Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"

And the best things in life, you can't put a price on

They don't come with no dollar or map, no

'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got

It's making what you got count

No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got

No, it all comes down to making what you got count

Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son

Tell your friends and be a friend

Count your blessings, don't count your problems

Best Things lyrics - Rodney Atkins

Football, alcohol, power tools, bird dogs

Gentlemen start your engines

Pool tables, honky tonks, blackjack, Haggard songs

Seventh game extra innin's

That's the best things that's happened to men since women, yeah

You got your four wheelers, pick up trucks, camouflage, hunting bucks

Guns, knives, hunting and fishing

Spark plugs, oil grease, horse power, more speed

Big blocks and transmissions

That's the best things that's happened to men since women, yeah

Yeah, you women are second to none

Beat all I've seen and all I've done

Ain't no such thing as having more fun than with you

So here's to you

Yeah, you women are second to none

Beat all I've seen and all I've done

Sometimes we can't get no lovin' from you

So whatcha gotta do?

Beer pong, eighteen holes, box boats, super bowls

Grilling out steaks and chicken

Loud guitars, throwin' darts, hanging 'round playin' cards

Goin' all in and winnin'

That's the best things that's happened to men since women, yeah

Yeah, you women are second to none

Beat all I've seen and all I've done

Ain't no such thing as having more fun than with you

So here's to you, yeah, yeah, yeah girls here's to you

Got It Good lyrics - Rodney Atkins

Ain't it something? You can jump on a plane

And hop on a bus, catch you a train

Take in a Saturday game at Wrigley Field

Man, ain't it awesome? You can hit Talladega

Drink you a beer with the fan of the driver

You've always hated and probably always will

Yeah, I forget how good I got it sometimes

How lucky I am just to be alive

Oh, I pass through a prayer to the man upstairs

Just to thank Him like I should

Let Him know I get it, I got it good

Oh, it's amazing that boy in the yard

Is half of my wife and God bless his heart

The other half is every last bit of me

I can't explain it how his mama wound up with somebody like me

When she could've done so much better

Make you fall down on your knees

Yeah, I forget how good I got it sometimes

How lucky I am just to be alive

Oh, I pass through a prayer to the man upstairs

Just to thank Him like I should

Let Him know I get it, I got it good, yes I do

I get going so fast that what matters gets blurred

And I can't feel the grass, see the trees, hear the birds

The sky starts to rain and I cuss and complain like a fool

Yeah, I forget how good I got it sometimes

How lucky I am just to be alive

Oh, I pass through a prayer to the man upstairs

Just to thank Him like I should

Let Him know I get it, God I got it good, yes, I do

Get it, got it good, yes I got it good

Rockin' Of The Cradle lyrics - Rodney Atkins

I wanna live with no excuses
And love with no regrets
Take the bad with the good
And know I did my best
Walkin' in the sunshine
And dancin' in the rain
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
'Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
'Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

I can't mend this world with nothin'
And that's how I'll leave someday
And all that I'll take with me
Is the love I gave away
And it's love that makes a difference
From a pauper to a king
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
'Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
'Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

So roll on, roll on
Tell the story, turn the pages
Roll on, roll on
Children of all ages
From the first breath that we take
'Till our last one takes us home
Let love be the rock we're standin' on

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
'Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
'Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

I wanna live with no excuses
And love with no regrets

The River Just Knows lyrics - Rodney Atkins

4 a.m. comes awful early, and I was dead on my feet

But if you gonna catch the biggest fish

You gotta lose a little sleep

Well, I pack my gear and a couple beers

I headed for my favorite spot

Well, I curse my luck when I saw his truck right where I pulled off

Was hoping to have the river to myself that day

'Cause the river don't talk, the river don't care

Where you've been, what you've done

Why it is your standin' there

It just rolls on by whisperin' to your soul

It's gonna be alright, the river just knows

The way the sun bounced off the water

I could hardly make him out

But I could see he had a fish on

A big ole rainbow trout

The fight went on forever

And as they headed down my way, I saw his

military hair cut and the new scars on his face

Right then I knew what brought him to this place

You know the river don't talk, the river don't care

Where you've been, what you've done

Don't know why it is your standin' there

It just rolls on by whisperin' to your soul

It's gonna be alright, the river just knows

He held that fish down in the water

And he coaxed it to back to life

He said "Help, you get your wind back

'Cause you help me get mine"

And all I could think to say was "Welcome home"

But I think that river said it best on its own

You know the river don't talk, the river don't care

Where you've been, what you've done

Don't know why it is your standin' there

It just rolls on by whisperin' to your soul

It's gonna be alright, the river just knows

It's gonna be alright, the river just knows

It just knows...

Lifelines lyrics - Rodney Atkins

I packed up my pick-up at 17

With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream

Went from singin' in church

To singin' for tips in a honky tonk

Till I became a jukebox flash

Play anything from Zeppelin to Cash

As a hard headed hard livin'

Cover singin' cover of my own self

Forgot who I was and where I was from

Then early one morning my daddy showed up

Lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we're lost at sea

The devil's got you thinking

That the boat ain't sinking

But you're boots are getting wet

That's the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won't reach you have to get a hold of you

You're lucky to find a few in your lifetime

Thank God for lifelines

These days I come home

Every Sunday afternoon

Mama always says "I was just thinking about you

How's my favorite son?"

"Say, you mean your only one?

Oh I'm good, almost as good as your gravy"

She said, "Your sister stops by with her kids everyday

But the horse has been tough

They're gonna be OK

Your daddy keeps them busy watching Barbers on the Water

Let some castor cares away"

She said, "Son I know you gotta make money

But don't forget to make time

To slow down and stop by

Have a real piece of pie, here"

Lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we're lost at sea

The devil's got you thinking

That the boat ain't sinking

But you're boots are getting wet

That's the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won't reach you have to get a hold of you

You're lucky to find a few in your lifetime

So thank God for lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we're lost at sea

The devil's got you thinking

That the boat ain't sinking

But you're boots are sure getting wet

That's the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won't reach you have to get a hold of you

You're lucky to find a few in your lifetime

So thank God for lifelines

Thank God for lifelines

"It's America" (2009)

• Tell A Country Boy Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• Chasin' Girls Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• Got It Good lyrics - Rodney Atkins
• Best Things lyrics - Rodney Atkins
• Friends With Tractors Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• 15 Minutes Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• Simple Things Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• It's America Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• Rockin' Of The Cradle lyrics - Rodney Atkins
• When It's My Time Lyrics – Rodney Atkins
• The River Just Knows lyrics - Rodney Atkins
• Farmer's Daughter lyrics - rodney atkins

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

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

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