- Montgomery Gentry - "Hell Yeah"
(Jeffrey Steele and Craig Wiseman)
He works way too much for way too little.
He drinks way too early till way too late.
He hasn't had a raise since New Year's Day in eighty-eight.
Gets trampled on by everyone 'cept when he comes in here.
Now he's a product of the Haggard generation.
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated.
He got the gold-toothed look from a stiff right hook he's proud he took,
For his right wing stand on Vietnam: says he lost his brother there.
He yells out Johnny Cash and the band starts to play,
"A Ring Of Fire" as he walks up and stands there by the stage.
And he says: "Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
"Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
"Guitar man playin' all night long,
"Take me back to where the music hit me,
"Life was good and love was easy."
She's got an MBA and a plush corner office.
She's got a "don't mess with me" attitude.
She'll close a deal; she don't reveal that she can feel,
The loneliness, the emptiness, 'cept when she comes in here
An' she's the product of the "Me" generation.
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated.
She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare,
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need.
She yells out to the band: "Know any Bruce Springsteen?"
Then she jumps up on the bar and she, and she starts to scream.
And she says: "Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
"Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
"Guitar man playin' all night long,
"Take me back to where the music hit me,
"Life was good; love was easy."
Yeah, yeah.
Can or can't you get my mind off thinkin' 'bout,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday?
Hey, hell yeah.
Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long,
Take me back to where the music hit me,
Life was good;
Hell yeah! Turn it up! Right on!
Hell yeah! Sounds good! Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long,
Take me back to where the music hit me,
Life was good an' love was easy
- Montgomery Gentry - "Speed"
(Jeffrey Steele and Chris Wallin)
I'm tired of spinning my wheels.
I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal.
I need to get there pretty quick.
Hey mister, what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch.
Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars.
The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are.
Color don't matter, no I don't need leather seats.
All that really concerns me is:
Speed, an' how fast will it go.
Can it get me over her quickly.
Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need,
Is an open road,
An' a whole lot of speed.
I'd like to trade in this old truck,
'Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up.
See, it's the first place we made love, where we used to sit and talk,
On the tailgate all night long, but now she's gone,
An' I need to move on,
So give me:
Speed, an' how fast will it go.
Can it get me over her quickly.
Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need,
Is an open road,
An' a whole lot of speed.
Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us.
Tear off that rear view mirror, there's nothing left to see here, yeah.
Let me lean on that gas, oh she catches up fast,
So give me:
Speed, an' how fast will it go.
Can it get me over her quickly.
Zero to sixty, can it outrun her memory
Yeah, what I really need,
Is an open road,
An' a whole lot of speed.
That's what I need.
I'm tired of spinning my wheels.
I'm tired of spinning my wheels.
- Montgomery Gentry - "You Do Your Thing"
(Casey Beathard and Ed Hill)
Put me on a mountain, way back in the back woods.
Put me on a lake with pickin' on the line.
Put me 'round a campfire, cookin' somethin' I just cleaned:
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
I ain't tradin' in my family's safety just to save a little gas,
An' I'll pray to God, any place, any time.
An' you can bet I'll pick up the 'phone if Uncle Sam calls me up:
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
Hey, I'll worry about me.
An' you just worry about you.
And I'll believe what I believe,
An' you can believe what you believe too.
I ain't gonna spare the rod 'cause that ain't what my Daddy did,
An' I sure know the difference between wrong and right.
You know, to me it's all just common sense; a broken rule, a consequence:
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
Hey, I'll worry about me. (Worry about me.)
An' you just worry about you. (You just worry about you.)
An' I'll believe what I believe,
An' you can believe what you believe too.
I'm gonna keep on working hard, make my money the old-fashioned way.
I don't wanna piece of nobody else's pie.
If I don't get my fill out of life, I ain't gonna blame no one but me:
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
You ain't gonna be my judge, 'cause my judge will judge us all one day:
You do your thing, I'll do mine.
- Montgomery Gentry - "Gone"
This ain't no temporary, typical, tearful goodbye, uh, uh, uh.
This ain't no breakin' up an' wakin' up an' makin' up one more time, uh, uh, uh.
This is gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone.
Gone like a freight-train, gone like yesterday.
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang.
Gone like a '59 Cadillac,
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back.
She's gone (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone.
She's gone.
This ain't no give it time, I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out, uh, uh, uh.
Won't be no champagne, red rose, romance, second chance, uh, uh, uh.
This is gone (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone.
Gone like a freight-train, gone like yesterday.
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang.
Gone like a '59 Cadillac,
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back.
She's gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone.
She's gone.
Yeah, she's gone (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone, (Gone),
Gone.
Gone like a freight-train, gone like yesterday.
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang.
Gone like a '59 Cadillac,
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back.
She's gone.
Gone like a freight-train, (She's gone.)
Gone like yesterday. (Yeah, she's gone.)
Gone like a soldier in the civil war. (Yeah, she's gone.)
Gone like a '59 Cadillac, (Yeah, yeah.)
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back. (Oh, she's gone.)
Long gone, done me wrong, never comin' back, my baby's gone.(She's gone.)
Lonely at home, sittin' all alone, she packed her bags and now she's gone.
Never comin' back, she's gone.
No, no never,
No, no never,
No, no never,
No, no never, comin' back.
- Montgomery Gentry - "Something To Be Proud Of"
There's a story that my Daddy tells religiously,
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening,
In a conversation, about the way things used to be
Well I'd just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door,
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor,
Hanging on to every word: man, the things I heard.
"It was harder times and longer days;
"Five miles to school, up hill both ways.
"We were cane-switch raised an' dirt floor poor:
"Course, that was back before the war.
"Yeah, your uncle an' I made quite a pair,
"Flyin' F-15's through hostile air.
"He went down but they missed me by a hair."
He'd always stop right there and say:
"That's something to be proud of:
"That's a life you can hang your hat on.
"That's a chin held high as the tears fall down,
"A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out.
"Like a small town flag a-flyin',
"Or a new born baby cryin',
"In the arms of the woman that you love:
"That's something to be proud of."
So I'm graduatin' college: that was Mama's dream.
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18,
'Cause when you gotta fast car, you think you've got everything.
I learned quick those GTO's don't run on faith,
An' I ended up broken down in some town north of L.A.
Workin' maximum hours for minimum wage.
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know,
The babies came, the car got slow.
Sure do miss that old hot rod,
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs.
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down,
If you're ashamed how I turned out?
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow:
Said: "Let me tell you, right now:
"That's something to be proud of:
"That's a life you can hang your hat on.
"You don't need to make a million:
"Just be thankful to be workin'.
"If you're doing what you're able
"An' putting food there on the table,
"And providing for the family that you love:
"That's something to be proud of.
"And if all you ever really do is the best you can,
"Well, you did it man."
"That's something to be proud of:
"That's a life you can hang your hat on.
"That's a chin held high as the tears fall down,
"Gut sucked in, chest stuck out.
"Like a small town flag a-flyin',
"Or a new born baby cryin',
"In the arms of the woman that you love:
"That's something to be proud of."
That's something to be proud of.
Yeah, that's something to be proud of.
That's something to be proud of.
Now that's something to be proud of.
- Montgomery Gentry - "She Don't Tell Me To"
Every now an' then, on my home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
I go out with my boys all right,
But most of the time I call it a night before they do,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Sunday mornin', I'm in church,
An' my butt an' my back an' necktie hurt, but I'm in the pew,
She don't tell me to.
Any other woman I know would have tried,
To control me and it would be over.
Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
All of that stubbornness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Well, I got demons and I've got pride,
But when I'm wrong, I apologize like she's mine to lose,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Well, I got dreams in this heart of mine,
But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to.
'Cause she don't tell me to.
An' she don't even know,
That she keeps lookin' for the next right thing to do,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Yeah, yeah.
Any other woman I know would have tried,
To control me and it would be over.
Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
And all of that stubbornness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
What else can I do?
What else can I do?
Whoa, I love her,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
She don't tell me to.
Every now an' then, on my home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
Yes I do.
