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I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line You were always the perfect one And the valadictorian so Under your number I wrote "call for a good time" I only wanted to catch your attention But you overlooked me somehow Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention And I played my guitar too loud. How do you like me now? How do you like me now, Now that I'm on my way? Do you still think I'm crazy Standin here today? I couldnt make you love me But I always dreamed about living in your radio How do you like me now? When I took off to Tennessee I heard that you made fun of me Never imagined I'd make it this far Then you married into money girl Aint it a cruel and funny world? He took your dreams and tore them apart. He never comes home And youre always alone And your kids hear you cryin down the hall Alarm clock starts ringin Who could that be singin Its me baby, with your wake up call! How do you like me now? How do you like me now, Now that I'm on my way? Do you still think I'm crazy Standin here today? I couldnt make you love me But I always dreamed about living in your radio How do you like me now? Tell me baby... I will preach on... |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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Well the weatherman said it might storm today
I gotta hit the field Gotta bail some hay And I can't let it rain on my daddy's farm Til I get it all stacked up high in the barn And I'm gonna call my baby She's been waiting on me She lives down town on Sycamore Street And the wheels on the black top A startin' to whine As I pass that Oklahoma City limit sign I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down That's when country comes to town Well her Daddy said child you better let him be Well I don't like him and he sire don't like me Momma just says ya'll have a little fun Ain't doin' nothing me and papa ain't done Open up the door to my pick-up truck And my baby jumps in and she fires it up And she gives me a kiss As I crawl in We've been waiting all week for a weekend I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down That's when country comes to town Yeah it's true I run around with hillbilly girls The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down Cause that's when country comes to town Here I come |
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| 3:41 |
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I've got a funny feeling
The moment that your lips touched mine Something shot right through me My heart skipped a beat in time There's a different feel about you tonight It's got me thinkin' lots of crazy things I even think I saw a flash of light It felt like electricity You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor Spinnin' around And around And around And around They're all watchin' us now They think we're falling in love They'd never believe we're just friends When you kiss me like this I think you mean it like that If you do baby kiss me again Everybody swears we make the perfect pair But dancing is as far as it goes Girl you've never moved me quite The way you moved me tonight I just wanted you to know I just wanted you to know You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor Spinnin' around And around And around And around They're all watchin' us now They think we're falling in love They'd never believe we're just friends When you kiss me like this I think you mean it like that If you do baby kiss me again Kiss me again |
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| 3:03 |
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| 3:21 |
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| 3:17 |
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American girls and American guys, will always stand up and salute. We'll always recognize, when we see ol' glory flying, There's a lot of men dead, So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our heads. My daddy served in the army where he lost his right eye, But he flew a flag out in our yard 'til the day that he died. He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me. To grow up and live happy in the land of the free. Now this nation that I love is fallin' under attack. A mighty sucker-punch came flying in from somewhere in the back. Soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye, Man, we lit up your world like the fourth of July. Hey, Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list, And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist. And the eagle will fly and it's gonna be hell, When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell. And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you. Ah, brought to you, courtesy of the red, white and blue. Instrumental break. Oh, justice will be served and the battle will rage: This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage. An' you'll be sorry that you messed with the U.S. of A. 'Cos we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the American way. Hey, Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list, And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist. And the eagle will fly and it's gonna be hell, When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell. And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you. Ah, brought to you, courtesy of the red, white and blue. Oh, oh. Of the red, white and blue. Oh, hey, oh. Of my Red, White and Blue. |
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| 4:01 |
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Here you come knockin on my door baby Tell me what you got on your mind I guess those college boys all went home for the summertime And youre lookin right, lookin good, lookin like a woman should So why is it so hard to find A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while You run on a little tough luck baby Dont you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you You know I got it Come and get it Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your friend? And whos the one guy that you come runnin to When your lovelife starts tumblin? I got the money if you got the honey Lets cut a deal lets make a plan Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your man? You mightve run on a little tough luck baby Dont you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you You know I got it So come and get it Whos your daddy, whos your baby? Whos your buddy, whos your man? |
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| 3:37 |
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| 3:32 |
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| 3:35 |
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| 4:17 |
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I used to come home late and not a minute too soon
Barking like a dog, howling at the moon You'd be mad as an ol' red hen Up all night wonderin' where I been I'd fall down and say come help me honey You laughed outloud I guess you thought it was funny I s |
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| 5:02 |
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I bet you've never heard ol' Marshall Dillion say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away Settling down would you marry me If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please She'd of said yes in a New York minute They never tied the knot His heart wasn't in it He stole a kiss as he road away He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive Stealing the young girl's heart Just like Gene and Roy Singing those campfire songs Oh I should've been a cowboy I might of had a side kick with a funny name Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James Ending up on the brink of danger Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers Go west yound man, haven't you been told California's full of whisky, women and gold Sleeping out all night beneath the desert stars Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart I should've been a Cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive Stealing the young girl's hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singing those campfire songs Oh I should've been a cowboy I should've been a Cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride I'd be wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive Stealing the young girl's hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singing those campfire songs Oh I should've been a Cowboy Yeah I should've been a Cowboy Yeah I should've been a Cowboy |
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