Featured Artist: Keith Urban
- Keith Urban - "Where the Blacktop Ends"
(Allen Shamblin and Steve Wariner)
I'm gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet.
Goin' back to the well, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends.
I'm lookin' down the barrel of Friday night,
An' ridin' on a river of freeway lights.
Goodbye city, I'm country bound,
'Til Monday rolls around.
Ha Ha.
Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet.
Goin' back to the well, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends.
Workin' in the grind is an uphill road,
An' punchin' that clock and carryin' that load.
I bust it all week and then I'm free:
The weekend belongs to me.
Ha Ha.
I'm gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet.
Goin' back to the well, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends.
So c'mon give me some fresh air, give me that farm.
Give me some time with you in my arms.
Far away from the hustle and the pressure and the noise.
I'm gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet.
Goin' back to the well, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul, you betcha.
Gonna kick off my shoes and run in bare feet,
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet.
Goin' back to the well, gonna visit old friends,
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends.
Where the blacktop ends.
Where the blacktop ends. Ah ha.
- Keith Urban - "But For The Grace of God"
(Charlotte Caffrey, Jane Wiedlin and Keith Urban)
I can hear the neighbours,
They're arguin' again.
And there hasn't been peace on our street,
Since who knows when?
I don't mean to listen in,
But the shoutin' is so loud;
I turn up the radio to drown it out.
And silently I say a little prayer.
But for the grace of God, go I.
I must've been born a lucky guy.
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed,
With the gift of you love.
And I look around and all I see,
Is your happiness embracing me.
Oh Lord, I'd be lost,
But for the grace of God.
I can see that old man,
He's walking past our door.
And I've been told that he's rich,
But he seems so poor.
'Cause no one comes to call on him,
And his phone it never rings.
He wanders through his empty home,
Surrounnded by his things.
And silently, I say a little prayer, yes I do.
But for the grace of God, go I.
I must've been born a lucky guy.
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed,
With the gift of you love.
And I look around and all I see,
Is your happiness embracing me.
Oh Lord, I'd be lost,
But for the grace of God.
Oh oh, Mmm Mmm.
Oh Oh, I look around and all I see,
Is your happiness embracing me.
Oh Lord, I'd be lost,
But for the grace of God.
Oh Lord, I'd be lost,
But for the grace of God, yeah.
Mmm, Mmm.
I'd be lost,
But for the grace of God, yeah.
Ooh, Ooh.
