- Clay Walker - "A Few Questions"
How in this world
Can we put a man on the moon
And still have a need
For a place like St. Jude's
Why is one man born in a place where all they know is war
And a guy like me has always been free
How can two people
Who built a loving home
Try for years and never have a child of their own
And somewhere out there tonight
There's a baby no one's holding tight
In need of love
To me that don't add up
But I wasn't there the day you filled up the ocean
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky
So I don't mean to second guess you
Or criticize what I don't understand
These are just a few questions I have
And why did my cousin
Have to die in that crash
A good kid on his seventeen
I still wonder about that
It seems unfair to me
Some get the chance to chase their dreams
And some don't
What do I know
(Repeat Chorus)
Why do I feel like
You hear these prayers of mine
And so many outta be ahead of me in line
When you look down on me
Can you see the good through all the bad
These are just a few questions I have
- Clay Walker - "I Can't Sleep"
(Clay Walker and Chely Wright)
I've been up all night long,
Just waiting on the sun.
I've given up, damn the dawn.
It ain't never gonna come.
Something's wrong,
Long as your gone.
I'm not gonna sleep till I touch your face.
Baby, not a wink, I could go for days.
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees,
Take a look at me: Baby, I can't sleep.
Remember when you said we wouldn't last;
I couldn't swallow my pride.
Oh, it's sinking in, baby, losing you has,
Finally opened my eyes.
I'm wide awake,
As long as it takes.
I'm not gonna sleep till I touch your face.
Baby, not a wink, I could go for days.
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees,
Take a look at me: Baby, I can't sleep.
I'm not gonna sleep till I touch your face.
Baby, not a wink, I could go for days.
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees,
Take a look at me: Baby, I can't sleep.
Till I touch your face.
Baby, not a wink, I could go for days.
I'm not gonna sleep till I touch your face.
Baby, not a wink.
I can't sleep.
Oooh.
Ahhh.
- Clay Walker - "Jesus Was A Country Boy"
(Clay Walker and Rivers Rutherford)
I stumbled on a preacher, Sunday morning,
All decked out and made up for TV,
Askin' for some money from God's people:
Talking all that high theology.
Well, I might be just an old blue collar:
There's things about the Lord that I don't know.
But I bet he never had a million dollars,
Or wore a lot of stylish fancy clothes.
'Cause Jesus was a country boy,
Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned,
He never met a stranger.
Born in a barn underneath the stars,
His Mama laid him in a manger.
Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner,
Livin' with the sinners like me.
Makes me think, Jesus was a country boy.
My Daddy never cared much for religion,
And my Mama worried a lot about his soul.
She'd hit her knees and pray for him on Sunday,
While Daddy hit his favorite fishin' hole.
You see, Daddy was a rebel and a rambler,
But I always knew he loved my Mama so.
An' I never doubted he'd make it to Heaven,
'Cause it ain't who you are, it's who you know.
An' Daddy knew: that Jesus was a country boy,
Walkin' down a dirt road, with everything that he owned,
He never met a stranger.
Born in a barn underneath the stars,
His Mama laid him in a manger.
Swimmin' in the river, fishin' for his dinner,
Livin' with the sinners like me.
Makes me think, Jesus was a country boy.
Oh, yes, and I believe that Jesus was a country boy.
