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Trent Tomlinson Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Angels Like Her The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke Cut through the still smoulderin' Second-hand night-before smoke The whisky's half-empty Half in me, my enemy an' my friend Well, last night drowned my sorrows But today is tomorrow again When you fall for an angel like her You're walkin' on clouds When you're in love, you're so up You forget to look down The higher an' higher she took me The further I fell An' it's angels like her That send guys like me straight to hell There's a ring in her forehead On the picture where the bottle sat last night It might look like a halo But I know it's a trick of the light Oooh, that smile on her face Has a way to fool any old fool Yeah, she came straight from Heaven But I know the devil did too When you fall for an angel like her You're walkin' on clouds Yeah, when you're in love, you're so up You forget to look down An' the higher an' higher she took me The further I fell An' it's angels like her That send guys like me straight to hell Yeah, the higher an' higher she took me The further I fell An' it's angels like her That send guys like me straight to hell... Trent Tomlinson |
Cheatin' On My Honky Tonk Cheatin' On My Honky Tonk I still show up at five Let everybody know I've arrived I order up my usual bangles I don't want no-one to thank I'm not the guy they've come to learn to like Somewhere around about eight When it's up, wall to wall, in this place I sneak into the bathroom stall Lift the window, out I crawl Better things to do than drink Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk 'Fraid my friends are gonna talk Tryin' hide it best as I can Well, I don't want no-one to know What I'm doin', where I go Think I'm any less of a man I know they'll really kill me Try to pull me back if they only knew I've been cheatin' on my honky-tonk An' comin' home to you First time I slipped away I felt guilty 'bout all next day So next night, just to throw 'em off I got so drunk I had to fall On my butt to save a little face They still don't know I'm doin' wrong But they been noticing how I've been gone An' I'm running out of ways to lie My poor ol' Momma's died three times I think they're close to catchin' on Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk 'Fraid my friends are gonna talk Tryin' hide it best as I can Well, I don't want no-one to know What I'm doin', where I go Think I'm any less of a man I know they'll really kill me Try to pull me back if they only knew I've been cheatin' on my honky-tonk An' comin' home to you (Oh, wontcha stand on it son) Hey, I'm cheatin' on my honky-tonk 'Fraid my friends are gonna talk Tryin' hide it best as I can Well, I don't want no-one to know What I'm doin', where I go Think I'm any less of a man I know they'll really kill me Try to pull me back if they only knew Yeah, I been cheatin' on my honky-tonk An' comin' home to you I know they'll really kill me Try to pull me back if they only knew I been cheatin' on my honky-tonk An' comin' home to you... Trent Tomlinson |
Country Is My Rock Country Is My Rock One, two, three, four Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me I just sit here where the breeze is soft An' I play the tapes with the letters horn off There ain't no better way to end a long hard week Than some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood Give me some Hagg, give me the possible With screamin' guitars on top 'Cause country, I said, country is my rock Everybody needs somethin' to keep them strong Yeah, something they can feel down in their bones For me there ain't no substitute For three simple chords an' the God's honest truth An' a steel guitar from the heart to take me home Like some Hank wailin' from my pick-up truck Pumpin' like my blue-collar redneck blood Give me some Hagg, give me the possible With screamin; guitars on top 'Cause country, I said, country is my rock Yes, it is Give me some Hagg, give me the possible With screamin; guitars on top 'Cause country, I said, country is my rock Yeah, country, I said, country is my rock Yes, it is... Trent Tomlinson |
Drunker Thank Me Drunker Thank Me Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your libation Go zero to sixty When you get on the whiskey Well, used to be a glass of wine And you'd be fine all evenin' Now I'm the one who says we're done And tells us when we're leavin' Well, I miss the way that it was Can't even catch the good buzz 'Cause I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone Who'll pay the bill, call a cab I don't mean to make you mad But I don't want that responsibility And I can't be with a woman, baby Who gets drunker than me Well, I never thought it'd come to this When I said, have another 'Cause, baby, you turned into me And I became my mother Well, here's what I'm thinkin' You're interferin' with my drinkin' I think I have an answer to our present situation 'Cause you an' me out on the town's Got built in limitations So let me make this clear Hey, I'm the one who's drinkin' here 'Cause I ain't worryin' about who's drivin' home Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone Who'll pay the bill, call a cab I don't mean to make you mad But I don't want that responsibility And I can't be with a woman, baby Who gets drunker than me I ain't tryin' to ruin your good time But I damn sure ain't lettin' yours ruin mine You ain't gonna ruin my good time, baby I keep worryin' about who's drivin' home Who's got the keys, who's got the 'phone Who'll pay the bill, call a cab I don't mean to make you mad But I don't want that responsibility And I can't be with a woman, baby Who gets drunker than me No, I can't be with a woman, baby Who gets drunker than me, yeah... Trent Tomlinson |
Hey Batter Batter Hey Batter Batter You been jawin' at me from across the bar Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car What's your problem I don't even know your name You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide If you're lookin' for trouble, son, step it outside An' if you want me to play, I'll get in the game An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter Hey, batter, batter, swing Step up to the plate Hoss, do your thing My whole day's been goin' south Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth One more strike an', buddy, you struck out Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Well, I didn't come here in the best of moods An' you ain't helpin' matters with your attitude Get yourself a whiskey, an' put it on my check Well after that, if you still wanna go We can stand face to face an' toe to toe An' if your buddy wants a piece of me too Tell him he's on deck An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter Hey, batter, batter, swing Step up to the plate Hoss, do your thing My whole day's been goin' south Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth One more strike an', buddy, you struck out Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing (Come on, boy) I don't need this confrontation Better rethink your situation Ain't no minor thing to me Welcome to the major league Singin', hey, batter batter Hey, batter, batter, swing Step up to the plate Hoss, do your thing My whole day's been goin' south Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth One more strike an', buddy, you struck out Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Step up to the plate Hoss, do your thing Won'tcha do your thing What's he say Bring it on, Hoss... Trent Tomlinson |
I Was Gonna Leave Tomorrow Anyway I Was Gonna Leave Tomorrow Anyway She packed that party act Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks Two quarts of oil, her calico cat Man, I never seen a woman get so mad She caught me by surprise When goodbye rang into the night like a steel wind chime Caught in a storm that was gettin' worse An' she just grabbed purse I can't believe she said it first 'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway I had my car all gassed up Everything was all in place I let her have her glory, then her faith My heart will break an' that's okay I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway I watched her tail lights disappear Grabbed a beer, chucked it down so my eyes could clear An' fear appeared An' suddenly silence was the only thing my heart could hear An' this room is a tomb with empty walls, a broken broom With marks of leavin' on the floor Made by her shoes Like she knew what I was gonna do Still, I can't believe she left so soon 'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway I had my car all gassed up Everything was all in place I let her have her glory, then her faith My heart will break an' that's okay I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway I bet she's somewhere between Alberquerque, Amarillo Even at our favorite cafe I wish I had the guts to call Just so she could hear me say 'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway I had my car all gassed up Everything was all in place I let her have her glory, then her faith My heart will break an' that's okay I was gonna leave tomorrow I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway, yeah Oooh... Trent Tomlinson |
One Wing In The Fire One Wing In The Fire Daddy's been a back-row Baptist With his share of front-row sin His Saturday night still on his breathe Every Sunday when he'd walk in He's never led the Benediction He's never sang in the choir But he's an angel with no halo An' one wing in the fire Mamma lives by the Bible The Bible lives by the bed An' she's lied alone so many nights With scriptures in her head. Prayin', Good Lord, just be with him I know his Faith is tired But he's an angel with no halo An' one wing in the fire An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times But I'd trade a thousand prayers If just one prayer would come true Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you Daddy's always been there for me From T-Ball to touchdowns Fixed my car an' fixed my heart When they've been broken down I know he calls for more forgiveness Than most folks do require But he's an angel with no halo An' one wing in the fire An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right An he's come close to goin' way to far a few times But I'd trade a thousand prayers If just one prayer would come true Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you Well, I just can't imagine What Heaven might be like If me an' Mamma make it Without Daddy by our side Lord, could you please remember When it's time to call us higher That he's an angel with no halo An' one wing in the fire Ooooh... Trent Tomlinson |
The Bottle The Bottle I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill the hurt with drink But it's the only thing that I can think of now Got her down to the top of the sticker I wish this stuff would kick in a little quicker I can still see us on that tiltawhirl, spinnin' Cotton-candy and then when she had mustard on her chin From that corn-dog that slipped right off of the stick And that top of the Ferriss wheel kiss I ain't forgot about that yet But I still have some whiskey left Sure thought I'd be able, once I reached the middle of the label That some of those memories would somehow wash away Now I'm pushin' toward the bottom, an' thoughts of her, yeah, I still got 'em Those shots, I've shot 'em, but they ain't killed yesterday Just a little below the sticker Yeah, I must've got a bad batch of liquor I can still see her standin' there on that sidewalk Yellin' out for the taxi that would take her away From the arms of the one that still loves her With all of his heart. I ain't forgot about that yet, But I still have some whiskey left I just tipped it up an' took the last sip from the cup Threw that bottle on the ground an' started to cry I know that I've had plenty an' now there just ain't any An' I'm just as empty as that bottle inside... Trent Tomlinson |
The Next Time The Next Time Woke up face down in a cheap motel Had a King James Bible, a musty smell An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed With a lipstick note sayin' I hope he ain't dead Call me later if you wanna party Signed, Susan I need to make a resolution No more drinkin', no more sinnin' No more kissin' bow-legged women No more twos that look like tens 'Til the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in This time I've made up my mind I ain't gonna do that again No, no, 'til the next time Well, a man's just made of flesh an' blood But that don't mean he gotta roll in the mud Sometimes I do an' I get concerned How weak I am, an' you think I'd learn To put temptation behind me Where that damned old whiskey can't ever find me Yeah, no more drinkin', no more sinnin' No more kissin' bow-legged women No more two's that look like tens 'Til the drunk wears off an' the light sneaks in This time I've made up my mind I ain't gonna do that again No, no, 'til the next time Oooh, no more drinkin', no more sinnin' No more kissin' bow-legged women No more twos that look like tens 'Til the drunk wears off, light sneaks in This time I've made up my mind I ain't gonna do that again No, no, 'til the next time This time I've made up my mind I ain't gonna do that again No, no, 'til the next time Lord, till the next time I'm gettin' ready for the next time (Huh, huh, huh) Trent Tomlinson |
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