Chris Young Music

Chris Young: Lyrics

BEER OR GASOLINE

Ira Dean/David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble (BMI/ASCAP)

Two dollars shy of a five dollar bill

Last mile I pushed my truck uphill, about hurt me

I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it

Walked through the doors of the Last Chance Market

Have mercy, I was thirsty

Guy behind the counter said what's it gonna be

I Said, I don't know man, you tell me

Chorus:

It's a gallon of gas or a cold six pack

One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack

Makes life complicated when it costs the same

It ain't no fun to do without one

But I'll do a lotta walking if my motor don't run

It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean

It's either beer or gasoline

I could feel that video camera watch me

Checking out the sale on the Old Milwaukee

Three bucks to my name

That cooler had every brand known to man

Tall boys, bottles, and aluminum cans

Ah, what a shame

And it's getting pretty bad when you finally discover

It all comes down to either one or the other

Repeat chorus

I could see where this is headed

And I'm tired of taking

Cold beer, unleaded

Hell, I'm walking

Repeat chorus

Beer or gasoline

It's a gallon of gas or a cold six pack

One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack

It ain't no fun to do without one

But I'll do a lotta walking if my motor don't run

© 2005 Rainy Graham Publishing, LLC/White Monkey Music (BMI). © 2006 Old Desperados, LLC/N2D Publishing Company, Inc./Admin by Carol Vincent and Associates, LLC (ASCAP). © 2006 Category 5 Music/admin. By Music of RPM (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

YOU'RE GONNA LOVE ME

Ashley Gorley/Bryan Simpson (ASCAP/BMI)

If you like a man who you can put your trust in

You don't have to worry where he's been

Then rest easy

Girl, you're gonna love me

And if you like to slow dance to old Keith Whitley

Long Sunday drives out in the Country

I'm your cup of tea

Girl, you're gonna love me

Chorus:

Come and rest your head against my chest

'Cause I'm the one for you

You don't have to look no more, your search is through

So, girl, if you like a handful of fresh wildflowers

A back run on a bad day, talking for hours

I'm good company

Girl, you're gonna love me

Repeat chorus

So, girl, if you like a big heart

That's in this for the long haul

Till we're rockin' on the front porch

And they're calling me papaw

Till the last breath you breathe

Girl, you're gonna love me

Just try it and see

Girl, you're gonna love me

© 2006 Songs Of Combustion Music/Music Of Windswept/All rights o/b/o Songs Of Combustion Music administered by Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/ © 2006 Mr. Noise Music/admin. By Encore Entertainment LLC (BMI). All rights reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by Permission.

DRINKIN' ME LONELY

Chris Young, Larry Wayne Clark

I'm pushin' you away each time I pull up that old barstool

Drownin' you in every drop I drink

Tellin' you to go to hell, but I'm talkin' to myself

'Cause you're not around to hear what I think

I'm tryin' to teach my heart to hate you

But it ain't workin' right

Now the truth is I'm only

Drinkin' me lonely tonight

Chorus:

And Lord, it's more than just thirsty that I'm feelin' inside

'Cause these tears I've been cryin' have left me bone dry

I wish the bartender had a cure I could buy

But the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

You said I'd have to choose between your love and this ol' barroom

I just laughed, but I guess you knew best

Who cares who's right or wrong tonight my better half is gone

And this whiskey's layin' claim to all that's left

So, I'll just order up another

And pretend I'm alright

When the truth is I'm only

Drinkin' me lonely tonight

Repeat Chorus

So, I'll just order up another

And pretend I'm alright

When the truth is I'm only

Drinkin' me lonely tonight

WHITE LIGHTNING HIT THE FAMILY TREE

Brice Long/Ronnie Rogers (ASCAP/BMI)

It was the 31st gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses and Smiths

There were tables full of chicken

Taters, collard greens and grits

Well, it all took place at Hatie Lake State Park

Volleyball, fishing, badminton, yard darts

Aunt Irene said she'd never seen a turnout like this

It started with hand shakes

And lordy, how the babies have grown

As the sun got hotter, the day got to draggin' along

I saw Uncle Gene coming back from his car

With something clear as water in a mason jar

The lemonade got hearty and, Lordy, the party was on

Chorus:

That ol' boom box got louder and louder

Acting civilized didn't seem to matter

Everybody got to showin' their hiney including me

Lord, I'd never known Granny to take her a sip

But the words were slurring comin' off her lips

And it dawned on me

White lightning hit the family tree

Cousin Johnny was a Gator

Jimmy was a U.T. fan

And that football talk

Was quickly getting out of hand

Granny told Uncle Dave that she hated his guts

Got right up in his face, said your whole fam damily's nuts

Chicken legs got to flying and the whoop started hittin' the fan

Repeat chorus

That ol' park ranger jumped out of his car

Said listen here folks, it's gone a little too far

Tear it all down, pack it all up

Call it quits while there's still a little love

Yeah, I'd never known Granny to take her a sip

But the words were slurring comin' off her lips

And it dawned on me

White lightning hit the family tree

Yeah it dawned on me

White lightning hit the family tree

© 2006 Kid Lips Music/Music Of Windswept/All rights o/b/o/ Kid Lips Music administered by Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/ © 2006 Peermusic III, Ltd./Seven Five Three One Music/All rights for Seven Five Three One Music administered by Peermusic III, Ltd (BMI) All rights reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by permission.

LAY IT ON ME

Chris Young/Tim James (ASCAP)

Well, they say your kiss is like forbidden fruit

One taste of your sweet, strawberry lips

And I'll be hooked on you

They say one day just like a dog, you'll own me

I say lay it on me

I'm six foot four and tough as a man can be

I ain't scared of much, I'll buck right up

There's a fightin' side of me

They say I'll turn to putty and you'll mold me

Well, lay it on me

Chorus:

You might be more than I can stand

After all honey, I'm just one man

I might wind up sad, beat down and lonely

But I'm watchin' the way them jeans low ride

Your belly button ring and big blue eyes

And I can hardly wait for you to hold me

Come on and lay it on me

Well, that "born to break hearts" tattoo don't faze me

So, stroll your sweet self over here

And bring me to my knees

And we'll see who comes out on top, now won't we

Lay it on me

Repeat chorus

Well, lay down the law or lay it all on the line

Girl, I don't care as long as you lay your body next to mine

And if you're afraid of falling, darlin' don't be

Come on and lay it on me

I said lay it on me

Come on lay it on me

© 2006 Runnin' Behind Publishing (ASCAP) © 2006 3 Ring Music/Music Of Windswept/All rights o/b/o 3 Ring Music administered by Music Of Windswept (ASCAP) all rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

BURN

Lee Thomas Miller/Danny Wells (BMI)

You take a wrong turn, drop the ball

Fall short, you labor in vain

Yeah, you choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in

Fall flat on your face

Yeah, that's everyday life

But sometimes...

Chorus:

You hit a good lick, the stars line up

Your ship comes in, you make your mark

You catch a break and you're sitting on top

Yeah, cream of the crop

You're the stuff, you set the bar

You beat the odds and there you are

Spend most your life sitting in the dark

Waiting your turn

But every now and then you burn

You go a while in style, chest out, chin up

You're king for a day

And then reality hits like a fist, hits you hard

Steals your thunder away

And when it beats you down

The wheel spins around and...

Repeat chorus

You burn like a beacon, burn like a porch light

Burn like a blue star, burn like a bonfire

Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame

Burn like a match in a deep, dark cave

Like a midnight, mile high blaze

Repeat chorus

Yeah, you burn

Like a porch light, like a blue fire

You burn, burn, burn, burn

© 2006 EMI Blackwood Music Inc./New Songs Of Sea Gayle/Noah's Little Boat Music/All rights for New Songs Of Sea Gayle and Noah's Little Boat Music controlled and administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI). © 2006 Songs of Springfish/Gimme Them Gimme Them Songs (BMI). All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by permission.

SMALL TOWN BIG TIME

Chris Young/Tim James (ASCAP)

Hangin' out at the ol' park pool

Right after Sunday school

Banana boat, a rubber float

Another summer afternoon

Bonfire at the creek tonight

Bubba bringing some homemade wine

Just enough to catch a buzz

And get us country fried

Chorus:

Oh, my, my... that's just the way we do it

Cut-off Levi's and kickin' country music

Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits

And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time

Population 903

Half of them are kin to me

And those that ain't, they know my name

We're like one big family

We gather at that ol' campsite

To lie about the fish and their size

Uncle Carl and his old guitar

Singing "Louisiana Saturday Night"

Repeat chorus 2x

© 2006 Runnin' Behind Publishing (ASCAP). © 2006 3 Ring Music/Music Of Windswept/All rights o/b/o 3 Ring Music administered by Music Of Windswept (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by permission.

FLOWERS

Monty Criswell/Billy Yates (BMI)

I should've took you dancing

A little candle light romancin' with roses

But I was high upon the bar stool

Yeah, I was such a blind fool...Now I know it

You won't believe how much I've changed since you left

It took losin' you for me to find myself

Oh I wish that you could see me

Steady hands without the whiskey, you'd be so proud

Got that job down at the factory

Brand new suit for Sunday and I'm in church now

It's been one year since I sat behind the bar

I went by the junkyard and they've still got our car

Chorus:

I still see you on your knees beggin' me not to drive

But I took away the keys and made you climb inside

And I'd take your place in this field of stone if I only had the power

Look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

Lord, I'd take your place in this field of stone

If I only had the power

Look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

Yeah, look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

© 1997 Music Of Stage Three/Admin. By Stage Three Music (BMI) © 1997 Songs Of Universal, Inc./So Bizzy Music, Inc./Hillbillion Music/All rights o/b/o So Bizzy Music, Inc. and Hillbillion Music controlled and administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used By Permission.

CENTER OF MY WORLD

Chris Young/David Lee Murphy (ASCAP)

Little beads of light were dancing off the wall

Reflecting off a spinning crystal ball

In a dance hall down in Texas

Where time slowed to a crawl

Baby, it's just you holdin' onto me

In the middle of it all, oh girl

Chorus:

You're the center of my world

That place in my universe

To me, you're every dream I dream

The air I breathe, my everything

A ray of sunlight shining down

The point my life revolves around

It's like I live to love you, girl

You're the center of my world

My whole life changed the moment I met you

And here we are like Heaven only knew

There could be ten thousand people

Filling up this room

But in my mind, as far as I'm concerned

It's just me and you, oh girl

Repeat chorus

A ray of sunlight shining down

The point my life revolves around

It's like I live to love you, girl

You're the center of my world

© 2006 Runnin' Behind Publishing (ASCAP) © 2006 N2D Publishing Company, Inc./Old Desperados, LLC/admin. By Carol Vincent and Associates, LLC (ASCAP). All right reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used by permission.

I'M HEADED YOUR WAY, JOSE

Dallas Davidson/James T. Slater (BMI)

They're coming across the border by the thousands every day

Looking for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A.

Well, everybody's talking about the aliens invading

While I'm saving every dime for a Mexican vacation

Me, I'm headed your way, hasta luego Jose

Chorus:

You say hola, I'll say hi

When I pass you at the border, slap me a high five

You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here

Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer

Here's the keys to my Chevrolet

You can have the house and the bills I pay

Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A.

I'm headed your way, Jose

(Cuervo that is, lil' sunshine, some margaritas, Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichintza, I love that word)

Up here we work our ***es off just trying to get ahead but

You can't spend a dollar if you've worked yourself to death

From what I hear, your way of life is an afternoon siesta

Then back to work for a little while before an all night long fiesta

Me, I'm headed your way, well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade

Repeat chorus

(White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos, palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man Dos Equis)

You say hola, I'll say hi

When I pass you at the border, slap me a high five

You better pack a poncho 'cause you'll freeze your *** off here

Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer

Here's the keys to my Chevrolet

You can have the house and the bills I pay

Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade

I'm headed your way, Jose

(Yeah, I'm hitting the road, man give me a little burro to ride on, you can have my car, that gas is killing me, I tell you what I'll even sell you I tell you what I'll trade you my work boots for them sandals you're wearing no really c'mon Jose, give met your sandals)

© 2006 Big Borassa Music, LLC/admin. By Third Tier Music, LLC (BMI)/ © 2006 Hope-N-Cal Music/Pick Them Maters Music/Diversion Music/All rights o/b/o Hope-N-Cal Music, Pick Them Maters Music and Diversion Music administered by Cal IV Entertainment, LLC. (BMI) All rights Reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

WHO'S GONNA TAKE ME HOME

Jim Collins/Tony Martin/Wendell Mobley (BMI)

Bartenders sittin' those shots on the bar

Those last two Jager bombs hit me hard

My best friend left and took the keys to my car

Who's gonna take me home

That dad-gum Jimmy, he took me out back

Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap

Now I remember why I quit all that

Who's gonna take me home

Chorus:

Well, I can't drive, I can't walk and I'm a little too high to crawl

I'll hold up this wall till I come down

Or the room stops spinning

Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute

Standing in the men's room, waiting on a stall

Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall

Hey, there's a few numbers I guess I could call

Who's gonna take me home...where's my cell phone

Repeat chorus

Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth

With the bachelorette all drinking vermouth

Lucky for me, there's just enough room

Well hello girls, next round's on me

Toast a few drinks to the bride-to-be

Close the town down and then we'll see

Who's gonna take me home

Yeah, who's gonna take me home

I can't drive, I can't walk

I'm too high to crawl

Who's gonna take me home

(Hey Dave, man... do you think when we're done closing down this bar, you could give me a ride home? Alright, brother..)

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Added: September 25, 2006