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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUApmiSGpQ4

Well it was Friday in the p.m.
And just like every weekend
I was ready to throw down
Yeah get a little tore up
So I call my bros up to meet me out on the town
Well wild man Willy said I'd like to really
But Idol was on TV
and Ray had a date with
his wife and Nate quit drinking
but he didnt tell me

Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer
Kick it to the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will, but ya'll that ain't right
It's time to get it on
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?

Well I was flying solo down to silverado
was a joint looking like a morgue
When this country cutie with a rock & roll booty
Came strutting in through the door
yelled Who wants to dance and fired up the band with with a franklin and a shot of patron
She looked right at me and said
What's it gonna be
Are you gonna let me to party alone

Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer
Kick it to the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will, but ya'll that ain't right
It's time to get it on
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
C'mon

Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?
is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer
Kick it to the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will, but ya'll that ain't right
It's time to get it on
Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight?

Come on come on
Get your good time on
Let's have a little fun tonight

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TLdD1hri-4

The first time we did it I was scared to death
She snuck out in that cotton dress
Jumped on in and we drove to the lake
Put her hand on my knee and said I can't wait
I had everything we needed in the bed of my truck
Turns out my baby loves to...

[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish

After that that's all she wanted to do
But that was okay 'cause I did too
She always wants to go down by the dam
And I love how she looks with that rod in her hand
If they ain't bitin' she don't give up
Turns out my baby loves to...

[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish

I love to see her silhouette reflectin' off the water
With her hooks and her sinkers and her pretty pink bobbers
The first time I saw her I knew I was in love
'Cause I found a girl who loves to...

Fish, I love to see her lyin'
There on the bank 'neath the full moon light
Man, I can't even believe my luck
I found a girl who loves to...

[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish
Yeah, I know she loves to fish
Psst, you awake, let's fish

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xj4tcjmOqcM

A Buncha Girls sitting on the deck, drinking fishbowl margaritas
A buncha girls down in Cancun, yeah some seven day senioritas
A buncha girls packed in a jeep, heading to the beach for the weekend
A buncha girls rockin out in Vegas, ain't got no time for sleepin

Chorus
A buncha girls lookin for a good time
Breakin hearts, turnin heads and lookin so fine
Nothin drives the boys right out of their mind
Like a buncha girls

They got high-dollar jeans, belly button rings, Pretty pink painted-up toes
They'll drink your drinks, make you think, you're their right now romeo
They say sha-la-la and hey-hey-hey with the band and party all night long
Laugh about it in the mornin, lookin at all the pictures and blame it on alcohol

Instrumental break

(repeat chorus)

A buncha girls gettin buck wild.
Rulin the world with a sexy smile
I'd walk a country mile, yes I would
For a buncha girls,
For a buncha hot girls
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, babe

Yeah,yeah

Yeah, yeah

just heard this on a contemp country station in idaho for some reason

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4_oebQVcjk

Sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road
There's sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road (uh huh)
They're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned." (oh yeah)
I said they're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned."
Break it down y'all

I'm gonna take a trip to outer space because I want to, I need to
I'm seeing lots of colors, the sun's a ball of butter and I feel good, so
Good
My spaceship's flying I'm an astro boy I watched the cow jump over the moon

He said, "Play me a song," but the notes were wrong and out of tune
I guess my cocoa puffs fell off of my spoon
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/los_lonely_boys/16_monkeys.html ]
Sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road
I said there's sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road
They're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned."
I said they're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned."
Break it down again

Me and little brother were sipping chocolate bubbles
Wearing underwear over our pants
A blanket cape we're like Batman
And Robin saving the day
Trying to get the bat mobile back to the cave
I really should of listened to what mamma had said
Instead I fell down and broke my arm

Sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road (uh huh)
I said there's sixteen monkeys on a chuck wagon rolling down the road (oh
Yeah)
They're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned."
I said they're going round town telling everybody "Let's get stoned."
Break it down three times

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/los_lonely_boys/#share

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ed1_VUSeyM

Hey, I've been driving all over town
On my cellphone wearin' it out
And I've finally tracked you down

Hey, everybody says you're the man
The final piece to my master plan
You got my world in the palm of your hand

Well I know that you got it
Come on and just sell it
Got the cash up in my pocket
You know I gotta get it

Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID

Hey, don't even think about tellin' me no
It's only twenty minutes till the show
Hey mister turn it over let's go

No, I ain't gonna need a receipt
Just make sure that it looks like me
So the bouncer don't call the police

And don't tell my daddy
Stole the keys to his Caddy
And don't dilly dally
I gotta get the hell out of this alley

Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID

Here's my money, now get out of my way
Gonna push my luck right up to the stage

Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister, hey mister

Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID

Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
Hey mister, hey mister

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNVguvNE7qc

Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that, right?
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again

Oh, she put her beer down
Here she comes, here she comes
Left left, left right left
Whoo

Hustlers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 feet tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all

Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend
Done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ol' boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare

At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along

Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on?
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)

Now honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that moneymaker

Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out til three
We'd hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave

With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along

Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on?
With that honky tonk badonkadonk

Oh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey

We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance

Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch

That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along

Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on?
That honky tonk badonkadonk

That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk

(That honky tonk badonkadonk)
That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory
(That honky tonk badonkadonk)
It ain't for the free whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk
(That honky tonk badonkadonk)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWu4aynBK7E&feature=related

Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face she ain't a foolin' me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light
Take it to the barn put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on
She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

Well she ain't into cars or pickup trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up

She thinks my tractor's
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy

only the realest celebrations of lifestyle has heard on country 78rpm records 1923-34.

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if you wanna get yer eye knocked out
if you wanna get yer fill
if you wanna get yer head cut off
just go to sugar hill

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yesssssss

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmyXzBqdMOA

Hey, look at all those cowgirls tearin down the gravel roads on Saturday night
Singing Summertime at the top of their lungs, sippin Dixie cups of strawberry wine
All my boys are out, we holler and whistle and honk our horns in time
Were just country folks livin loud, were country folks livin loud
Were just country folks livin loud

Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud

Interstates jammed with race fans, were headin towards a Talladega infield sign
Our tailgates are droppin and barbecues poppin, everybodys gonna have a good time
There aint nuthin like those engines startin and the crowd at the finish line
Were just country folks livin loud, were country folks livin loud
Were just country folks livin loud

Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud

Its a hoot and a holler on a touchdown pass a George Strait crowd when he tips his hat
Lord, aint that what its all about

Were crankin Waylon Jennings in our pickup trucks, clinkin beer bottles till the sun comes up
Mammas in the church choir, oh, what a sound, were country folks livin loud
Were drivin tractors in the cotton till the cows come home
Boots on the dance floor around we go
The Star Spangled Banner, we sing it proud, were country folks livin loud
Were country folks and were proud of livin loud

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltWDMdadq98

I woke up early with a poundin' in my head
I'd been out the night before with all my friends
A little worried, kinda wonderin' what I did
I said, " Lord, please forgive me for my sins."
My wife wanted to kill me, but she tried to save me first
"You're goin' if I have to drag your butt to church."

I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life

I read the hymns and kinda sorta sang along
And made it through the Sunday sermon wide awake
We met the family for dinner at our home
Drank some beer, watched a game, and cooked some steaks
My little brother had a big fight with his wife
And my poor mother sat between'em both all night

I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life

We said a prayer for Cousin Michael in Iraq
We're all aware that he may never make it back
We talked about the way we missed his stupid jokes
And how he loved to be a soldier more than most

I laid in bed that night and thought about the day
And how my life is like a roller coaster ride
The ups and downs and crazy turns along the way
It'll throw you off if you don't hold on tight
You can't really smile until you've shed some tears
I could die today or I might live on for years

I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life

I love this crazy, tragic,
Sometimes almost magic,
Awful, beautful life

Alright
It's a beautiful life
Awful, beautiful, life
I love this life
It's a beautiful life

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―  (gr8080), Wednesday, August 17, 2011 12:34 AM (1 hour ago) Bookmark

otm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um46f4on8fo

Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son
Just where do you come from

I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Well I was south of Detroit City
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger-lickin'
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
How'd I like my biscuit
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama fixed it

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks ma'am, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
The CB rang for a bobtail rig
That's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren't you from out in Tulsa
No, but you might have seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa

Where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sitting
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin' to make a livin'
Tryin' to make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
Get back down there sometime
Where I come from