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Hard To Be A Rock Brad Cotter Sometimes it's hard to be a rock and show the world you're strong. Rock And Roll In The Hay Brad Cotter ' on flat beds, parked side by side Gas powered generator, some portable lights Playin' electric guitar, eatin' barbecue Got your baby right next to you, you You've got yourself a party A smokin' rockin Blue Collar Night Brad Cotter I've got a 20 in my pocket and I'm gettin' the first round And there's a band in the corner and they're gonna rock the house And them girls from the Skynard show, how much you wanna bet There all ready I Miss Me Brad Cotter If I still had the heart to love The way I used to love you I might still have some trace Of my identity If I still had just half a mind I'd call you up and ask you Where you left the man I used to be Patient Man Brad Cotter really know why I do what I do Thank God I love you and I am a patient man These days I yearn to fly so free That only the angels and eagles Are able to follow me I'm so far from the sun And there's work High On Love Brad Cotter We'd be sittin' there in church In a world of our own With our glazed over eyes Lookin' like we were stoned Rumor swept the congregation But that's not how it was We were just two crazy kids High on love I Meant to Brad Cotter VERSE 1 Things get in the way The rush of everyday Ordinary stuff we all get into Wouldn't it be sad, if all you ever had was a granite epitaph that said "I meant to" CHOURS: So any pretty woman I didn't I Came Here To Live Brad Cotter I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette And a souped up car on a county road Nothin' much to do back then so we'd make bets On how much drink a guy could hold And I held my own I learned to hold I've Got Time Brad Cotter To live and learn man I ain't in no hurry The only thing I don't have time to do is worry. Secret Girl Brad She She wasted no time Leaving town She wasted no time And Lord, Lord knows that I Am so tired Tired of fighting She She wanted to be A secret girl In her own world She, she wanted to be A secret girl Sweet Al George Brad car Yes you know who you are You know who you are So give it to me Come sweet emotion Show us how to ride Give us a wink Hitch up the saddle Riden off with pride Shoot your gun There's no religion This Run To Me Brad Martin And you find your blues in the way of a dream Run to me, darling, let me be the one Who's waiting there when you need someone to turn to When the night gets too dark and it's so hard to see Run to me, Candles Brad Breathe a little bit Breathe a little bit for me now Dance a little bit Dance a little bit for me now And when the storm come's late And turns out the lights There is no need to worry Everything is alright Those Three Words Brad I could have written a story Out of those three words But as it stands My organ's pumping notes To the skill of your smile All the while i ask for flowers To be placed by your cheek So the mornin' is sweet Invade Day Brad Fxxk that pulse inside Said we had nowhere to fxxkin' go Bitxxes wanna tie Open up that mouth Spit on my sword I’m gon rise Too many lies Kill you in slo mo Faked it on my soul All my words be flowin Holdin' On To You Brad Paisley I'm holdin' onto you When I close my eyes You're still in my arms And we never said goodbye And it's all that I can do To go on with my life But that's supposed to be the reason Why I'm here tonight In If Looks Could Kill Brad Tucker Try to figure out something really good to tell her No lame excuses it's time to be afraid She's heard it all better think of something better It's closin' in on judgement day Better hang on you're in The Day Brings Brad Hold up your end And I'll hold up mine Dancin' all the time Dancin' all the time And too late father You know that that's for sure You never find a way Never find a way So gather around And see what the I Don't Know Brad No one knows how long we're gonna be here No one knows how long until we die No one knows but maybe that's familiar C'mon now and just give it a try I don't know where you've come from I don't know where Two Feet Of Topsoil Brad Paisley Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get I had hit rock bottom ever since you up and left But this morning when I saw you with Somebody else, well needless to say That's when I started sinking Letter To Me Brad Paisley "If I could write a letter to me And send it back in time to myself at 17 First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid And Southern Comfort Zone Brad Paisley When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton The first time you leave it can be strange it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck not everybody drinks sweet tea Not everybody owns a gun wears a ball Some Never Come Home Brad Holding out for troubled waters Who knows where the course will tell you You've got many fortunate beliefs Like love your girl and love your mother Don't wait until a cold december Who knows when a brother's Lift Brad Hey kids, get your gear This is your vacation Climb aboard this yellow bus To your destination Hey lift man, lift me up! Razor's Edge (featuring Brad Arnold) Saliva Jumping into my 55' Chevy with flames I'm peelin out at the light Feeling like i'm going insane I'm shootin straight through the night I'm like a runaway train I'm breakin in doors and bring the pain Funeral Song Brad funeral song This funeral song's for you This funeral song I sing This funeral song This funeral song's for you And it's all that I'm gonna do This parlor where you lay This place of cold decay Who'll be The Best Thing That I Had Goin' Brad Paisley Finally got that promotion I worked hard to get One that came with a company car When they gave me the keys they said son you can bet Keep it up and you'll really go far [Chorus] But what good is all that Til We Meet Again (For John) Brad Tucker Down the dusy roads of life You were still so full of joy I could see it in your eyes And I'll love you til the end Til we meet again There will be those times in life You've got to exercise some faith Beat This Summer Brad Paisley prelude/to moonn6pence from papayeverte Like the first wheel goes around n around Well the trouble with up is theres always a down First Im holding your hand and were on the boardwalk Theres heaven The Fifth Brad Martin Mullins/Don Pfrimmer) Brown paper bag, a new empty bottle, sits by the bed on the floor Rusty old motel, the plaster is falling, the wind's whipping under the door There aint enough whiskey to last him