- Travis Tritt - "Country Ain't Country"
(Michael Beathard, Teresa Boaz and Carson Chamberlain)
He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots.
Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots.
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford.
Country ain't country no more.
He told his daddy: "Catch up with the times."
He said: "Nowadays, people trade heifers online."
Dad ain't sealin' deals with a handshake like before:
Country ain't country no more,
No, country ain't country no more.
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times,
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight.
The houses went up and the trees were cut down,
And there went the finest deer hunting around.
Lord, everyone's locking their doors,
'Cause country ain't country no more.
Now his dad sits in traffic, looking 'round at the change.
Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes.
The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore:
Country ain't country no more.
Lord, country ain't country no more.
Well, the back forty was sold to make up for hard times,
Then sold by the half acre lot overnight.
The houses went up and the trees were cut down,
And there went the finest deer hunting around.
Lord, everyone's locking their doors,
'Cause country ain't country no more.
There's no turning back, and you just can't ignore,
That country ain't country no more.
No, country ain't country no more.
Yodel ay eee.
- Travis Tritt - "Girls Gone Wild"
Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend,
Meetin' at the Texaco.
Wine coolers, six-packs, cigarettes, and Tic-Tacs,
Fill it up an' hit the road.
Passin' round the Cosmo, wearin' out the cell phone:
"Make it to the beach by ten."
Flip-flops an' lip gloss, bikini tops and cut-offs:
Baby, let the games begin.
The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
They're lookin' real pretty down in Panama City,
They're dancin' down in New Orleans.
Cancun, Cozumel, gettin' down and raisin' hell,
Livin' every bad boy's dream.
Viva Las Vegas, gettin outrageous,
Cruisin' down the L.A. strip.
They're loaded in a limo, hangin' out the window:
Let's wind it up and let it rip.
The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.
Sally, Sue and Tam'ra, smilin' for the camera,
Darla met a doctor from LSU.
Ally, Ann and Amy, went a little crazy:
Ridin' home sittin' on a new tattoo.
The girl's gone wild,
Reality TV style.
Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild.
Breakin' hearts; usin' daddy's credit card.
Momma hollers: "Stop that child!
"Don't you know the girl's gone wild."
Girls, girls, girls gone wild. (Girls, girls, girls gone wild.)
Girls, girls, girls gone wild.
- Travis Tritt with John Mellancamp - "What Say You?
(Michael Bradford and Frank Myers)
I believe that there's a right,
And I believe there's a wrong.
That north and south, black and white,
Can somehow get along.
What say you?
What say you?
I believe that there's a basic good,
In the heart of every man.
And I'm not going to criticize,
What I can't understand.
What say you?
What say you?
I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind:
To take a stand, to draw the line.
To speak my heart and bare my soul:
I don't like lies: I'd rather know the truth
Yeah, what say you?
What say you?
But I'm not ashamed of where I come from,
With this blue collar on my shirt.
And I don't look for handouts,
'Cause I'm not afraid of work.
What say you?
Yeah, what say you?
Man, I don't talk no religion,
And I ain't a-gonna wave that flag.
But I love God an' a miracle,
An' I fight for what I have.
What say you?
Yeah, what say you?
I know I'm not always right,
I don't think that I'm better than you.
I don't have all the answers,
But I share my point of view.
What say you?
I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind;
Take a stand, to draw that line
To speak my heart and bare my soul,
I don't like lies; I'd rather know the truth:
So what say you?
What say you?
What say you, an' you, an' you, an' you, an' you? (What say you?)
What say you?
