- Blake Shelton - LYRICS
"Home"
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another airplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I'm coming back home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
"Playboys of the Southwestern World"
This is a song about best friends
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was three and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only two bad apples on our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart, but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline
And he'd say
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Long around our eighteenth year
We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas
We learned to drink Sangrias 'till the dawns early light
Eat eggs Rancheros and throw up all night
And tell those Daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo
Ah, but my favorite memory of school that fall
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down the hall
Wearin' nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin'
(Repeat Chorus)
And I said, we had a little change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan
And I said we got waylaid
When we set foot on Mexican soil
You see the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash
He said
"Doin' a little funny business in Mexico, Amigo"
But all I could think about was savin' my own tail
When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
"It's all his now please let me go"
I mean it was your idea genius
I was just layin' there in bed
When you said
(Repeat Chorus)
Ah, we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates
"When Somebody Knows You That Well"
Written by Harley Allen and Jimmy Melton
Tommy's Daddy kept a six pack in the fridge.
We thought we were old enough to do what Daddy's did.
It didn't take us long to go from drunk to really sick.
When I walked in my house, I stumbled just a bit.
You play it cool, but it's no use:
Dad ain't no fool, and that's the truth.
Chewing gum won't cover up that smell.
You can't hide one single thought.
If you try, you'll just get caught,
When somebody knows you that well.
We lost Daddy in 1999.
I took care of everybody's pain except for mine.
And then one night, my wife took my face in her hands.
She said: "I think it's time you cried for your old man."
You play it cool, but it's no use:
She ain't no fool, and that's the truth,
And my teardrops finally fell.
You can't hide one single thought.
If you try, you'll just get caught,
When somebody knows you that well.
I could probably do more to help my fellow man,
But life gets busy and I hope God understands.
Someday, when I get time, I'll do more than my share.
Funny how I'm thinkin' this, sittin' in my easy chair.
You play it cool, but it's no use:
God ain't no fool, and that's the truth,
And he won't let you fool yourself.
You can't hide one single thought.
If you try, you'll just get caught,
When somebody knows you that well.
When somebody knows you that well.
"Some Beach"
Written by Rory Feek and Paul Overstreet
Driving down the interstate, runnin' thirty minutes late,
Singing "Margaritaville" and mindin' my own.
Some foreign-car-drivin'-dude with a road rage attitude,
Pulled up beside me talkin' on his cell phone.
He started yellin' at me like I did something wrong.
He flipped me the bird and then he was gone.
Some beach somewhere,
There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair.
Palm trees are growing, warm breeze is blowing,
I picture myself right there, on some beach somewhere.
I circled the parkin' lot tryin' to find a spot,
Just big enough I could park my old truck.
A man with a big cigar was gettin' into his car,
I stopped an' I waited for him to back up.
But from outta nowhere, a Mercedes Benz,
Came cruisin' up an' whipped right in.
Some beach somewhere,
There's nowhere to go when you got all day to get there.
There's cold Margaritas and hot Senoritas,
Smilin', with long dark hair on some beach, somewhere.
Well, I sat in that waiting room, seemed like all afternoon,
The nurse finally said: "Doc's ready for you.
"You're not gonna feel a thing, he'll give you some Novocain.
"That tooth'll be fine in a minute or two."
But he stuck that needle down in my gum,
An' he started drillin' before I was numb.
Some beach somewhere,
There's a beautiful sunset burnin' up the atmosphere.
There's music an' dancin' an' lovers romancin',
The salty evenin' air on some beach somewhere.
On some beach somewhere.
"Goodbye Time"
Written by James Dean Hicks and Roger Murrah
(One, two..)
It's your life: you say you need a change.
Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything?
You say it's different now, and you keep staring at the door.
How can you walk away? Don't I matter anymore?
If being free is worth what you leave behind,
An' if it's too late for love to change your mind,
Then it's goodbye time.
If we had known our love would come to this,
We could have saved our hearts the hurt of wasted years.
Well, it's been fun: what else can I say?
If the feeling's gone, words won't stop you anyway.
If being free is worth what you leave behind,
An' if it's too late for love to change your mind,
Then it's goodbye time.
Goodbye, baby.
Goodbye Time
