Featured Artist: Keith Urban
- Keith Urban - Somebody Like You
(Keith Urban and John Shanks)
There's a new wind blowin' like I've never known
I'm breathin' deeper than I've ever done
And it sure feels good, to finally feel the way I do
I wanna love somebody
Love somebody like you
An' I'm lettin' go of all my lonely yesterdays
I've forgiven myself for the mistakes I've made
Now there's just one thing, the only thing I wanna do, mmm, mmm
I wanna love somebody
Love somebody like you
Yeah, I wanna feel the sunshine
Shinin' down on me and you
When you put your arms around me
You let me know there's nothing in this world I can't do
I used to run in circles goin' no-where fast
I'd take, uh, one step forward and two steps back
Couldn't walk a straight line even if I wanted to, mmm, mmm
I wanna love somebody
Love somebody like you
Whoa here we go now!
Yeah, I wanna feel the sunshine
Shinin' down on me and you
When you put your arms around me
Well, baby there ain't nothing in this world I can't do
Sometimes it's hard for me to understand
But you're teachin' me to be a better man
I don't want to take this life for granted like I used to do, no, no
I wanna love somebody
Love somebody like you
I'm ready to love somebody
Love somebody like you. Oooh
An' I wanna love somebody
Love somebody like you, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, I wanna be the man in the middle of the night
Shinin' like it's true
I wanna be the man that you run to
Whenever I call on you
When everything that loved someone
Finally found it's way
Wanna be a better man I see it in you
Yeah
- Keith Urban - Raining On Sunday
(Darrell Brown and Radney Foster)
It ticks just like a Timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy?
The job is never through
It'll run us till we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart.
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes on Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Your love is like religion
A cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh, surrender is much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean,
And love wash our souls
An' pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes on Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
An' pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes on Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Oh, when it's raining on Sunday
When it's raining on Sunday
Let it rain
- Keith Urban - Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me?
(Keith Urban and Monty Powell)
I got no money in my pockets
I got a hole in my jeans
I had a job an' I lost it
But it won't get to me
'Cause I'm ridin' with my baby
An' it's a brand new day
We're on the wings of an angel
Flying away
An' the sun is shinin'
An' this road keeps a-windin'
Through the prettiest country
From Georgia to Tennessee
An' I got the one I love beside me
My troubles behind me
I'm alive an I'm free
Who wouldn't wanna be me
Now she's strummin' on my six-string
Across her pretty knees
She's stompin' out a rhythm
An' singin' to me, the sweetest song
The sun is shinin'
An' this road keeps a-windin'
Through the prettiest country
From Georgia to Tennessee
An' I got the one I love beside me
My troubles behind me
I'm alive an I'm free
Who wouldn't wanna be me
Here we go!
Oh, the sun is shinin'. (Yes, the sun is shinin'.)
An' the road's still windin', (Still windin'.)
Through the prettiest country
From Georgia to Tennessee. (From Georgia to Tennessee.)
I got the one I love beside me, (Right beside me.)
My troubles behind me. (Behind me.)
I'm alive an I'm free
Who wouldn't wanna be me?
Mmm mmm
Got no money in my pockets
I got a hole in my jeans
Mmm mmm
We're on the wings of an angel
Flyin' free
She's strummin' on my six-string
It's across her pretty knees
She's stompin' out a rhythm
Singin' to me
ALSO SEE: Keith Urban self-titled lyrics
