- Craig Morgan - "Every Friday Afternoon"
(Neal Coty & Jimmy Melton)
She called me up this mornin'
Said, "There's something you should know
There's a job back home in Boston
And I think I'm gonna go
My parents are in Cambridge,
And I've got some old friends there
And I know you think this isn't fair"
And the tears started fallin'
There was nothin' I could say
Even if I fight it someone loses either way
Whoa, it might as well be China
Or the dark side of the moon
There's no way I can be there every Friday afternoon
I have him every weekend
He's got his own room here
He's all that's kept me goin'
These last three years
There's little league in Boston
Oh, but who will coach his team
How's he gonna grow up without me
(Repeat Chorus)
What about Christmas
If I can't get off of work
And what about his birthday
If I'm not there he'll be hurt
And I know the day is comin'
When she'll find someone new
But he'll never love him like I do
Well, it might as well be China
Or the dark side of the moon
There's no way I can be there every Friday afternoon
- Craig Morgan - "Almost Home"
(Craig Morgan and Kerry Curt Phillips)
He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes.
He was covered with the Evening News.
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands.
The bank sign was flashing "5 below",
It was freezing rain an' spittin' snow;
He was curled up behind some garbage cans.
I was afraid that he was dead:
I gave him a gentle shake.
When he opened up his eyes,
I said: "Old man, are you ok?"
He said: "I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree.
"I was runnin' from some honey bees.
"Drip dryin' in the summer breeze,
"After jumpin' into Calico Creek.
"I was walkin' down an old dirt road,
"Past a field of hay that had just been mowed.
"Man, I wish you'd just left me alone,
"'Cause I was almost home."
Then he said: "I was just comin' 'round the barn,
"'Bout the time he grabbed my arm,
"When I heard Momma holler: 'Son, hurry up.'
"I was close enough for my own nose,
"To smell fresh cobbler on the stove,
"When I saw Daddy loadin' up the truck.
"Cane poles on the tailgate,
"Bobbers blowin' in the wind.
"Since July of '55,
"That's as close as I've been.
"Yeah, I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree.
"Well, I was runnin' from some honey bees.
"Drip dryin' in the summer breeze,
"After jumpin' into Calico Creek.
"An' I was walkin' down an old dirt road,
"Past a field of hay that had just been mowed.
"Man, I wish you'd just left me alone,
"I was almost home."
I said: "Old man you're gonna freeze to death,
"Let me drive you to the mission."
He said: "Boy, if you left me alone,
"Right now, I'd be fishin'."
"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree.
"I was runnin' from some honey bees.
"An' drip dryin' in the summer breeze,
"After jumpin' in to Calico Creek.
"I was walkin' down an old dirt road,
"Past a field of hay that had just been mowed.
"Man, I wish you'd just left me alone,
"'Cause I was almost home." (Almost home).
"Man, I wish you'd just left me alone,
"I was almost home."
- Craig Morgan - "Look At Us"
(Larry Bastian, Buddy Cannon and Craig Morgan)
Found an old box in the bottom of the closet,
'Neath the bowlin' ball bag full of magazines.
An' a school sweater with a ring in the pocket,
From a first cigar; man, did I turn green?
Hey, honey, come look at what I just found.
This old picture of us when the carnival came to town.
An' I was Superman, Tarzan:
Thought I was a star in a rock an' roll band.
An' you were Lois Lane, Letty Jane.
I wasn't very good, but you were the biggest fan,
Of the man that your Momma warned you not to trust:
Now, baby, look at us.
There's a bracelet that I made you at our homecomin' party:
Bought a six-pack of Bud just to get the tabs.
Took you home, an' you wore it proudly,
But I got in trouble when you showed your Dad.
Here's a sticker from the Dixon drive-in show.
What movie was playin', we never did know.
I was Superman, Tarzan:
Thought I was a star in a rock an' roll band.
An' you were Lois Lane, Letty Jane.
I wasn't very good, but you were the biggest fan,
Of the man that your Momma warned you not to trust:
An', baby, look at us.
An' you were the biggest fan,
Of the man that your Momma warned you not to trust:
Now, baby, look at us.
(Look at us.)
Yeah, I was Superman, Tarzan:
You were Lois Lane, Letty Jane.
Look at us
Oh, baby, look at us.
Look at us
Yeah, look at us.
- Craig Morgan - "That's What I Love About Sundays"
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.
That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Nothin' much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby. cut that coupon out!
That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
