Made in America

Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Adam Sanders and Rick Huckaby

© 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Adam Sanders Music
(ASCAP) and Dean’s Cabin Publishing (BMI)

It’s the first assembly line making that Detroit steel

It’s asphalt streets, rows in the fields

It’s a loving hand out when somebody gets down on their luck It’s Friday night lights, 4th and goal touchdown

It’s a walk off homer hearing the roar of the crowd

It’s that go a little deeper, when that going gets tough

Made in America

CHORUS

It’s who we are, it’s what we love, it’s what we do

It’s a heart full of pride, stars and stripes, red, white and blue
It’s standing your ground, not backing down and never giving up 
Made in America

It comes from hard working hands and backs that don’t break Roots that run deep from all 50 states

It comes from the freedom that’s born in every single one of us

CHORUS

It’s who we are, it’s what we love, it’s what we do

For the ones who died, for stars and stripes, red white and blue
It’s standing your ground, not backing down and never giving up
Made in America

It’s Made in America

Made in America

Forgive Yourself 

Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence and Rick Huckaby © 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights) and Dean’s Cabin Publishing (BMI) 

You say it’s over

You’ve had enough

Tired of ridin’ round in a broke down truck
That lovin’ feeling’s all but gone

I think it’s probably time that we both moved on
Don’t apologize for how we got here

Baby dry those crocodile tears 

CHORUS

Go on and forgive yourself

Lay all your drama onto someone else

Take all your sorrys, drop ‘em deep in a well
Go on and forgive yourself 

It’ll be fine

Don’t be sad

Gonna cherish all the good times we’ve had
Forget the bitter

And take the sweet

But when you tell your friends, blame it all on me
Remember when you leave baby don’t look back
Forgive yourself Jesus already has 

CHORUS 

Don’t apologize for how we got here
Baby dry those crocodile tears 

CHORUS X2

Running Out of People to Blame
 
Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Carson Chamberlain and Mark Nesler
© 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Block of Marble Music/Why The Jukebox Plays (BMI) and Block of Marble Music/Rizer Point Publishing (BMI) 

One day you’re gonna wake up and look in the mirror
And all of a sudden, things are gonna get clearer
When your trail of destruction leaves no place to hide
I hope it ain’t too late and life’s passed you by 

CHORUS

You’re runnin’ out of time, runnin’ out of answers
Burning up the road and all your second chances
You’ve got a-ways to go, the wind’s still blowing
Hell bent and bound but you keep on rolling
While everybody’s praying someday you’ll change
You’re runnin’ out of people to blame 

I’ve walked in your shoes yeah I’ve lived it
You didn’t ask my advice but I’m gonna give it 
I know how it is when you feel you got something to prove
Is it worth the cost and all you got to lose 

CHORUS 

One by one, you use ‘em all up with your selfish little games 
You’re runnin’ out of time, runnin’ out of answers
Burning up the road and all your second chances
You’ve got a-ways to go, the wind’s still blowing
Hell bent and bound but you keep on rolling 

CHORUS 

You’re runnin’ out of people to blame (one by one)
Runnin’ out of people to blame (one by one) 

When The Cowboy’s Gone
 
Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Carson Chamberlain and Wyatt McCubbin
© 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Block of Marble Music/Why The Jukebox Plays (BMI) and Block of Marble Music/Cubby’s Corner Music (BMI) 

There’s always gonna be a bad guy

With a black tooth grin and a notched up gun

You can bet there’s gonna be a problem

If you call the law and they’re late showin’ up

When we can’t see the cover through the dust on our Bible, what’s next? 

CHORUS

Who’s gonna ride in and save the day?

Who’s gonna throw that big John Wayne,

Right hook when it looks like everything’s gone to hell?

Tell me who
What we need is more walk than talk in the windshield not the rear view

Like some long lost song

‘Cause this world’s in trouble when the cowboy’s gone 

There’s always gonna be a fast horse

Saddled cinched up tight and ready to go

There’s always gonna be a stiff drink

Waiting in a town on down the road

When the dust cloud settles, can you tell me who’s gonna stand up? 

CHORUS 

When all hope is lost and right’s just another word 

CHORUS 

When the cowboy’s gone
When the cowboy’s gone 

Nothin’ Burns Like You
 
Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Carson Chamberlain and Mark Nesler
© 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Block of Marble Music/Why The Jukebox Plays (BMI) and Block of Marble Music/Rizer Point Publishing (BMI) 

Well that summer sun was hot as hell

One look at you, it felt more like heaven

Red lips, tanned skin, underneath a clear blue sky

You and me on the beach holdin’ hands, orange ball settin’

All of that now just seems so far away from where I am tonight 

CHORUS

They say nothin’ burns like Tennessee Whiskey
Under the light of a dim neon moon

I drank up your lies, swallowed my pride

Til I found out the truth

Ain’t nothin’ burns, burns baby like you 

Devil kiss, angel eyes

So many wild and crazy nights together

Blinded by half truths, I couldn’t see us coming apart
Every sip is taking me further down the road of no forever
I heard goodbye stuck in my mind like a knife to the heart 

CHORUS X3 

First Step to Leaving 

Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Rick Huckaby and Mark Nesler
© 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Comite River Music (BMI) and Block of Marble Music/Rizer Point Publishing (BMI) 

Son, you could never rope the wind

Or stop the tide from rollin’ in

Or goin’ out

Just like you can’t find the words to say

To change her mind and make her wanna stay 
Right now 

CHORUS

When she takes that first step to leavin’
It’s a winding road that never ends
Until she finds the road to healin’

That brings her back to you again 

Wild horses couldn’t hold her, son
It ain’t you she’s runnin from

You gotta let her go

No, I can’t tell you what she’ll do
Even if you’re walking in her shoes
It’s hard to know 

CHORUS 

When the voice of reason says just walk away
The heart’s gonna beg for one more day 

CHORUS 

Until she finds the road to healin’
That brings her back to you again 

It Ain’t You 

Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Rick Huckaby and Paul Nelson © 2019 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP) (administered by ClearBox Rights), Comite River Music (BMI) and Miracle Mile Music Co. (BMI) 

You say I drink too much

And you hate my old truck

And my friends are out of touch with reality
You say you hate my dog

And I live in a fog

Well it all seems really clear to me 

CHORUS

Well I’m out of here but baby it ain’t you

Don’t blame yourself, you did all you could do
I need to find someone to love be damned if I know who
Toodeloo
 
Baby it ain’t you 

You’re gettin’ mad when I’ve been gone
You hate when I stay home

Even when I’m right, I’m wrong
There’s always hell to pay 
Hell you’re always on my case
Your momma hates my face

Well to you I’m just a waste of DNA
 
CHORUS 

Now don’t feel so bad you gave it your best shot
But I can’t be somebody that I’m not 

CHORUS

Givin’ Momma Reasons to Pray 

Words and Music by Shawn Camp and Chris Stapleton
© 2008 Shawn Camp Music (BMI) and House of SeaGayle Music (ASCAP), (admin by ClearBox Rights) /WB Music Corp./Spirit Two Nashville (ASCAP) 

I hit the road outta high school

With a guitar in my hand
I fell in love with the sound of a Honky Tonk band
Daddy looked me in the eye, said,

“Son, you’re gonna throw your life away.

You’re just

Givin’ momma reasons to pray.” 

I fell in love with a barmaid
I guess you live and learn

Oh how I felt the whiskey burn
And all the while I was thinkin’
This ain’t how I was raised

But I kept

Givin’ momma reasons to pray 

CHORUS

Momma always believed in me

She knew the kind of man that I could be
But every time I’d get on track

The devil made me stray

And I’d be
Givin’ momma reasons to pray 

I held my momma’s dyin’ hand

On a Tuesday afternoon

It was the coldest day that we ever had in June
She pulled me close and she whispered

The last thing I heard her say

Was, “Son stop

Givin’ momma reasons to pray” 

CHORUS 

Oh I’m not

Givin’ momma reasons to pray 

Work On My Willie
 
Words and Music by Tracy Lawrence, Rick Huckaby and
Flip Anderson
© 2014 Eggsucking Dog Music (ASCAP), Owenboogie Music/I-40 Music (BMI) and I-40 Music (BMI) All Rights on behalf of Eggsucking Dog Music and i-40 Music administered by ClearBox Rights 

Friday at 5 I’ll lay down this old hammer
Trade in my hard hat for a red bandana
I knock off a long hard week

Slide my best boots on my feet 
Work up that special number for tonight 

It don’t pay the bills but Lord knows that I love it
And if I could I’d tell that boss to shove it

Work on my neon tan
Keep a cold one in my hand 
Singing roll me up and smoke me when I die 

CHORUS

So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in

Light the dance floor up and watch those cowgirls spin
Ice the long necks down, dim the lights and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie 

We love all the greats like Cash and Haggard
Songs from a time when music really mattered
But ‘round here Willie’s king and everybody sings
You were always on my mind at closing time 

CHORUS 

My whiskey river weekend playing music with my friends
When Monday morning rolls around I’ll be on the road again 

CHORUS 

Ice the long necks down, dim the lights and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie 

Chicken Wire
 
Words and Music by Rick Huckaby and Monty Criswell
© 2019 13th Avenue Music(BMI), Headcoach Music (BMI) I-40 Music (BMI) (administered by ClearBox Rights) and Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI) 

Five guys crammed in a Chevy van

Digging change out of the seats to buy some gas
One more slug it out roadhouse gig

Looking back sometimes I miss 

CHORUS

The chicken wire

Bottles breaking while the Fenders fire

Beer dripping off the amplifiers

Howl and scream, playing while your fingers bleed
Paying dues and doing time

Behind the chicken wire 

Running high on life and hungry

Playing like we needed the money ’cause we did
Had a ball getting black-balled from a motel or two
Pretty girls passing phone numbers through 

CHORUS 

Pink underwear, folding chairs and one cue ball
Lit cigarettes, dead presidents, man I’ve seen it all
Thrown at 

CHORUS 

Stitched up, handcuffed by the boys in blue
Duct tape, momma’s prayers and a bad attitude
Sleeping in the parking lot of the Waffle House
Hey baby catch you next time we’re in town 
Behind the chicken wire

Salt shakers, money makers, everything
Thrown at the chicken wire 

Just The South Coming Out 

Words and Music by Rick Huckaby and Wade Kirby
© 2019 13th Avenue Music (BMI), I-40 Music (BMI) (administered by ClearBox Rights) and Round Hill Works (BMI) 

I don’t get above my raisin’

Or bite off more than I can chew

Say much obliged and yeah I reckon 
Use phrases like I’m fixin’ to

I’m partial to the Allman Brothers
Sawmill gravy, Spanish moss
Sometimes people call me backward
Guess it’s just the way I talk 

CHORUS

Hey y’all

Yes ma’am

Can’t change who I am

Ain’t nothin’ I can do about it now
Mighty fine 
Pretty please

Momma pass the black-eyed peas 
When you hear that roll out of my mouth
That’s just the South

Comin’ out 

I think rock and roll was born in Memphis
I like anything that’s fried

When it’s all over I’ll be restin’

Below that Mason-Dixon line 
But I ain’t in a real big hurry

I like to take it nice and slow

So pardon me when I say howdy
That’s just how I say hello 

Ain’t no point in tryin’ to hold it in

No matter where I go I bring a piece of where I’ve been 

Stay Back A Hundred Feet 

Words and Music by Rick Huckaby and Money Criswell
© 2019 13th Avenue Music (BMI), Headcoach Music (BMI) I-40 Music (BMI) (administered by ClearBox Rights) and Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI) 

I was built for hauling ‘round a restless soul

Blind faith is gasoline to me

A steering wheel is what these hands were meant to hold
Even though you’re smoking in those jeans

I might accidentally crack the windshield of your dreams 

CHORUS

I got a tandem axle load of crazy

Reckless falling off of me as I go down life’s highway
Something might get broke if you get too close to me
Stay back a hundred feet 

The way your whispered words keep on falling
You sure make it hard to walk away

But baby you’re so shined up and polished

I’d sure hate to mess up anything 
Better take your lead foot and slam it on the brakes
‘Cause... 

CHORUS

Don’t wanna put a crack in the windshield of your dreams

CHORUS X2