- Brad Paisley - "Little Moments"
(Chris Dubois and Brad Paisley)
Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard,
That pretty mouth say that dirty word.
An' I can't even remember now,
What she backed my truck into.
But she covered her mouth and her face got red,
And she just looked so darn cute.
That I couldn't even act like I was mad.
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
Well, that's like just last year on my birthday:
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake.
An' every smoke detector,
In the house was going off;
An' she was just about to cry,
Until I took her in my arms.
An' I tried not to let her see me laugh.
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
I know she's not perfect,
But she tries so hard for me.
And I thank God that she isn't,
'Cause how boring would that be?
It's the little imperfections;
It's a sudden change in plans.
When she misreads the directions,
An' we're lost but holding hands.
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
When she's laying on my shoulder,
On the sofa in the dark.
An' about the time she falls asleep,
So does my right arm.
An' I want so bad to move it,
'Cause it's tingling an' it's numb.
But she looks so much like an angel,
That I don't wanna wake her up.
Yeah, I live for little moments,
When she steals my heart and it doesn't even know it:
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.
- Brad Paisley - "Celebrity"
(Brad Paisley)
Someday, I'm gonna be famous,
Do I have talent? Well, no.
These days you don't really need it,
Thanks to reality shows.
Can't wait to date a supermodel,
Can't wait to sue my Dad.
Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari,
On my way to rehab.
'Cause when you're a celebrity, it's adios reality.
You can act just like a fool;
People think you're cool just 'cause you're on TV.
I can throw a major fit,
When my Martini isn't just how I like it.
When they say I've gone insane,
I'll blame it on the pain,
And the pressures that go with bein' a celebrity.
Ah ha.
I'll get to cy to Barbara Walters,
When things don't go my way.
An' I'll get community service,
No matter which law I break.
I'll make the supermarket tabloids,
They'll write some awful stuff.
But the more they run my name down,
The more my price goes up.
When you're a celebrity, it's adios reality.
You can act just like a fool;
People think you're cool just 'cause you're on TV.
Now, I can fall in and out of love,
Have marriages that barely last a month.
When they go down the drain,
I'll blame it on the fame,
And say: "It's just so tough bein' a celebrity."
So let's hitch up the wagons and head out west,
To the land of fun in the sun.
We'll be real world bachelors, jackass millionaires.
Hey, hey Hollywood, here we come.
When you're a celebrity, it's adios reality.
No matter what you do,
People think you're cool just 'cause you're on TV.
Bein' a celebrity.
Yeah, bein' a celebrity.
Ah ha.
Aw, where's my coffee?
- Brad Paisley/Alison Krauss - "Whiskey Lullaby"
(Jon Randall and Bill Anderson)
She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night:
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: "I'll love her till I die."
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself.
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind.
Until the night:
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.
- Brad Paisley - "Mud On The Tires"
(Chris Dubois and Brad Paisley)
I've got some big news, the bank finally came through,
An' I'm holdin' the keys to my brand new Chevrolet.
Have you been outside? It sure is a nice night.
How about a little test drive down by the lake?
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out.
We can try out the four-wheel drive.
C'mon now, whaddya say?
Girl, I can hardly wait to get a little mud on the tires.
'Cause it's a good night to be out there soakin' up the moonlight.
Stake out a little piece of shoreline.
I've got the perfect place in mind.
It's in the middle of no-where.
Only one way to get there.
You gotta get a little mud on the tires.
Moonlight on a duck blind, catfish on a trout line;
Sun sets about nine at this time of year.
We can throw a blanket down, crickets singin' in the background,
An' more stars than you can count on a night this clear.
I tell you, what we need to do is grab a sleepin' bag or two,
An' build us a little camp fire.
An' then with a little luck, we might just get stuck.
Let's get a little mud on the tires.
'Cause it's a good night to be out there soakin' up the moonlight.
Stake out a little piece of shoreline.
I've got the perfect place in mind.
It's in the middle of no-where.
Only one way to get there.
You gotta get a little mud on the tires.
An' then with a little luck, we might just get stuck.
Let's get a little mud on the tires.
