Eric Church
Love Your Love the Most
I love sleeping in on Saturdays And I love college football games I love not acting my age And good barbeque Yeah I'm a fan of all the books And anything my mama cooks Smallmouth bass have got me hooked On Sunday afternoon Yes I love good cold beer And mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk That rocks on Friday night And hell yes I love my truck But I want you to know Honey I love your love the most Man I love how Redman tastes And damn I love my Nascar race Any song sung by George Strait Is country at it's best Yes I love good cold beer And mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk That rocks on Friday nights And hell yes I love my truck But I want you to know Honey I love your love the most I love Yeah I love scuffed up cowboy boots And broken tore up jeans A four wheel drive, eight point bucks And rocky road ice cream And hell yes I love my dog And Jack D in my coke But honey I love your love Yeah I love your love I love your love the most I love your love the most Springsteen
To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there on that lawn Discount shades, store bought tan, Flip flops and cut off jeans Somwhere between that setting sun I'm on fire and born to run You looked at me and I was done Well, we're just getting started I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me I was so alive, never been more free Fired up my daddy's lighter and sang Oh-h-h-h-h-h Stayed there 'til they forced us out Took the long way to your house I canstill hear the sound of you saying don't go When I think about you, I think about 17, I think about my old jeep I think about the stars in the sky Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen. I bumped into you by happenstance You probably wouldn't even know who I am But if I, whispered your name I bet there'd still be a spark Back when I was gasoline And this old tattoo had brand new ink And we didn't care what your momma'd think About your name on my arm Baby is it spring or is it summer The guitar sounds or the beat of the drummer You hear sometimes late at night On your radio Even though you're a million miles away When you hear Born in the USA You relive those glory days So long ago When you think about me, do you think about 17 Do you think about my old jeep, Think about the stars in the sky Funny how a melody, sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen Springsteen Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-h-h-h (x2) Funny how a melody sounds like a memory, LIke soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen Springsteen Oh, Springsteen. Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-h-h-h |
Creepin'
Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door Got a little buzz and my head is sore From my bed I can feel the sun Lord 'round here the morning comes Just a creepin' creepin' creepin' creepin' You shot outta here like a bullet from a gun A flip of a switch, a thief on the run Since the day you left me baby I can feel the lonely, I can hear the crazy Just a creepin' creepin, just a creepin' creepin' Head to the future, run from the past Hide from the mirror, live in a glass What the dreams forget the whiskey remembers Kinda like molasses in late December Just a creepin' creepin' (oh creepin') Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love Got under my skin and into my blood That need you back comes over me Like ivy crawling up a hickory tree Just a creepin' creepin', just a creepin' creepin' (Creepin') Head to the future, run from the past Hide from the mirror, live in a glass What the dreams forget the whiskey remembers Kinda like molasses in late December Just a creepin' creepin' (Ah come on) (Break it down down down down......) Just last night I saw the light At the end of that tunnel on the other side Thought I'd find my way out of this pain Only to find your memory train Creepin'... |