- Luke Bryan - LYRICS
"All My Friends Say"
Written by Luke Bryan, Jeff Stevens, and Lonnie Wilson
I’ve got smoke in hair
My clothes thrown everywhere
Woke up in my rocking chair
Holding a beer in my hand
Sportin’ a neon tan
My stereo cranked up
I can’t find my truck
How’d I get home from the club
Ain’t got a clue what went down
So I started calling around
CHORUS:
And all my friends say
I started shootin’ doubles when you walked in
And all my friends say
I went a little crazy seein’ you with him
You know I don’t remember a thing
But they say I sure was raisin’ some cain
I was a rock -star, party-hard, getting-over-you, comeback kid
Yeah I must’ve did what all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I found my billfold
I cried oh no no
Goodtime Charlie got me now I'm broke
But it was worth acting like a fool
Yeah girl I must’ve really showed you
Repeat chorus
I was Elvis rockin’ on the bar
Working the crowd, pouring out my heart
Repeat chorus
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s what all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
© 2006 Planet Peanut Music (adm. by Murrah Music Corp.)/Murrah Music Corp./House of Full Circle Music (Adm. by Full Circle Music Publishing LLC), BMI/Black In The Saddle Songs/Groove Puppy Music (Adm. by Black In The Saddle Songs). ASCAP
- Luke Bryan - "We Rode In Trucks"
Written by Luke Bryan, Roger Murrah, and Jim McCormick
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised cotton and corn, a little cane and kids
You either lived on a farm or wished you did
And Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
There’s a lot about life we learned on the bus
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends
Wide-eyed, baptized and still wantin’ to sin
Thank God we get more than just one shot
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
That’s us hauling hay in the field with the radio on
That’s us headin’ straight into town when the work was done
In my mind I can still see us now, ridin’ down Buck Island Road
It wasn’t that long ago
We thought tobacco and beer in a car
Was all it would take to be like our old man
Then I saw how it made my mama cry
It was huntin’ and fishin’ and football games
Then it was girls and everything changed
Fallin’ in and out of love, we rode in trucks
That’s us with our tailgates down in the parking lot
That’s us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot
In my mind I can still see us now, ridin’ down Buck Island Road
It wasn’t that long ago, it’s a part of my soul
It’s a part of my soul
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
© 2006 Planet Peanut Music (adm. by Murray Music Corp.)/Murrah Music Corp./Alternator Music, BMI
