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1. _ I'm Tryin'
This gettin' up early, pulling double shifts,
Gonna make an old man of me long before I ever get rich.
But I'm tryin'
It's been two years since we've finalized,
I still ain't used to puttin' ex in front of wife.
But I'm tryin'.
Send more money right away, is pretty much all she has to say when she
Calls these days and don't you be late
But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin'
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin'
There's always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I'm always climbin' and fallin' and climbin'
But I keep on tryin'
I remember daddy sayin' keep your eye on the ball, run like hell, play to win,
Get up when you fall
I'm tryin'
Don't say nothin' that you can't take back
Never do anything you might regret
No don't do that
Daddy I'm tryin'
Know the difference between heaven and hell
Go easy on the bottle be hard on yourself
And I know he meant well
But all I can do, is all I can do and I keep on tryin'
And all I can be is all I can be and I keep on tryin'
There's always a mountain in front of me,
Seems I'm always climbin' and fallin' and climbin'
But I keep on tryin'
There's always a mountain in front of me
Seems I'm always climbin' and stumblin'
And then fallin'
And then climbin'
But I keep on tryin'
This gettin' up early pullin' double shifts
Gonna make an old man of me
Long before I ever get rich
But I'm tryin'
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2. _ Then They Do
In the early rush of morning
Trying to get the kids to school
One's hangin' on my shirt tail
The other's locked up in her room
And I'm yellin' up the stairs
"Stop worrying about your hair, you look fine"
Then they're fightin' in the back seat
And I'm playing referee
Now someone's gotta go
The moment that we leave
And everybody's late
I swear I can't wait 'til they grow up
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe how much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams they've dreamed of to come true
Then they do
Now the youngest is starting college
She'll be leaving in the fall
And Brianna's latest boyfriend
Called to ask if we could talk
And I've got the impression
That he's about the pop the question any day
I look over at their pictures
Sittin' in their frames
I see them as babies
I guess that'll never change
You pray all their lives
That someday they will find happiness
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe how much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams they've dreamed of to come true
Then they do
No more Monday PTAs
No more carpools or soccer games
Your work is done
Now you've got time that's all your own
You've been waiting for so long
For those days to come
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe how much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams they've dreamed of to come true
Then they do
Oh, and then they do
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3. _ You're Gonna Miss This
She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn eighteen"
She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"
Momma put the car in park out there in front of the school
She kissed her head and said "I was just like you"
[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In her one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her "It's a nice place"
She says "It'll do for now"
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says "They don't bother me
I've got two babies of my own
One's thirty six, one's twenty three
Huh, it's hard to believe, but
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
You're gonna' miss this
Yeah
You're gonna' miss this
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4. _ Marry for Money
She was pretty
She was smart
She was witty
Yeah she had charm
Cupid shot me
That's what got me down the aisle
But that match made in heaven
Went straight to hell
Split up our possessions
Put the house up for sale
And I learned a lesson I won't be forgetting
Next time around
I'm gonna marry for money
I'll be so damn rich it ain't funny
I'm gonna have me a trust fund, yacht club, hot tub piece of the pie
Find me a sweet sugar mama
With a whole lot of zeros and commas
Don't really care if she loves me
She can even be ugly
I'm gonna marry for money
I won't have to love her family
I won't have to like her friends
And if it works out like I planned it,
I won't ever have to work again
I'm gonna marry for money
I'll be so damn rich it ain't funny
I'm gonna have me a trust fund, yacht club, hot tub piece of the pie
Find me a sweet sugar mama
With a whole lot of zeros and commas
I don't care if she loves me
She can even be ugly
I'm gonna marry for money
Show me the money
Cha-ching
Y'all I'm gonna find a wife
On a leer jet the old lady buys me
I'll call her sweet heart and honey if she's a hundred and twenty
I'm gonna marry for money
I don't care if she loves me
She can be really ugly
I'm gonna marry for money
Oh, cha-ching
Mucho deniro
Come over here you good lookin' thing, you
Oh, there's your walker in the corner
Over, over
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5. _ Rough & Ready
Mud grips white-tip
Cigar stickin' out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4x4, straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work
Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty-boy" smirk
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Work boots, one blue suit
Size too small, don't wear at all
Unless somebody kicks, gets hitched
Don't fit, makes me itch
Up with sun, off on the run
Makin' money money, cause I want to have fun
5 o'clock whistle, off like a missile
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think's I'm cool, 'cause I shoot straight
Ain't one thing about her fake
She's long and tall, and she goes great with
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready baby
Oh, here's Jake
Just like that
Oh there you go Gordo
I ain't never heard nothin' like that
Well you are who you are
And that's all right with me
But I am who I am
And that's all I can be
I like,
Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don't take no crap
Ain't a pretty boy-toy
I'll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready
Rough and ready baby
Ah, that's me and my buddies
We're all just alike
Said hey, watch this
That didn't turn out too good
You ok?
What are you lookin' at?
Yeah, that's a real gun in that gun rack
No I don't have a permit for it
You got a permit to ask stupid questions like that?
Gonna hurt you boy, get away from me.
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6. _ Rest of Mine
There's no guarantee that we'll see tomorrow
Heaven only knows how long we have
So there's no way I'll ever for one second let you wonder
Just how long my love for you will last
'Til my last breath, 'til I'm called on high
'Til the angels come and I see the light
To the very end, 'til I give in
To the last beat of my heart
No I can't swear that I'll be here for the rest of your life
But I swear I'll love you for the rest of mine
'Til my last breath, 'til I'm called on high
'Til the angels come and I see the light
To the very end, 'til I give in
To the last beat of my heart
No I can't swear that I'll be here for the rest of your life
But I swear I'll love you for the rest of mine
No I can't swear that I'll be here for the rest of your life
But I swear I'll love you for the rest of mine
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7. _ More
If anybody had told me that anybody'd have a hold on me
I'd say they were out of their mind
But speakin' of crazy, I'm findin' lately
All I want, all I need, all the time is
More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more
I can't explain it, I'm more than infatuated
You got me good, I got it bad
There's no doubt about it, I can't live without it
What you got, I just gotta have
So gimme
More of your sweet love
Too much just ain't enough
I never needed a fix like this before
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more
Too strong to resist
I don't know when to quit
Like a kid in a candy store
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more
You keep me comin' back for more
More and more and more
Comin' back for, more
Gimme, gimme, gimme some more
I'm comin' back for more
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8. _ (This Ain't) No Thinkin' Thing
I been thinkin' 'bout our love situation
All this attraction in the present tense
I've reached the only logical conclusion
Love ain't supposed to make sense
This ain't no thinkin' thing, right brain, left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion
Passion that we can't hold back
There's nothin' that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Forget mathmatical equations
Self help psychology
Gray matter don't matter much darlin'
When it's gettin' down to you and me, oh
This ain't no thinkin' thing, right brain, left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion
Passion that we can't hold back
There's nothin' that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't no thinkin' thing
There's nothing that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't no thinkin' thing
This ain't, no this ain't no thinkin' thing
This ain't no thinkin' thing girl no
Mmm, no, this ain't no thinkin' thing
This ain't no thinkin' thing
Ain't no thinkin' thing, girl
This ain't no thinkin' thing baby
This ain't, this ain't, this ain't, no thinkin' thing
This ain't no thinkin' thing
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9. _ Ladies Love Country Boys
(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there)
She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie
Mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight A's, most likely to succeed
They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down south for some higher education
Put her on the fast track, to a law degree
Now she's comin' home to visit
Holdin' the hand
Of a wild-eyed boy
With a farmer's tan
And she's ridin' in the middle of his pickup truck
Blarin' Charlie Daniels, yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys
(You know it's true)
Yeah, you know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
In their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty
They never understand
Why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
And a southern boy drawl
Or why she's ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Hank Jr., yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys
(Oh, get country with it)
You can train 'em
You can try to teach 'em right from wrong
But it's still gonna turn 'em on
When they go ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Lynyrd Skynyrd, yellin', (Turn it up!)
You can raise her up a lady
But there's one thing you just can't avoid
Ladies love country boys
They love us country boys, yeah
Oh, yeah, they can't stand it
It's that country thing, you know
Yeah, singin' na na
All those pretty ladies
I like the na na
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10. _ Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
Turn it up son
Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again
Aw she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes Lord help us all
Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that
[Chorus]
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk,
Aww, son
Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that
[Chorus]
Aww, son
Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there
We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
Our hands they start to shakin' when she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch
[Chorus]
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it right there boys
That's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory
It ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk
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Magyar 
