Body Language

written by Nicolle Galyon, Jesse Frasure, Corey Crowder

Yeah, I met you 'fore anyone knew my name
Playin' for pennies on the dive bar stage
Split an all-star special on our first date in a Waffle House booth
Your daddy was cryin' when he gave you away
'Cause all those country songs I played
They didn't come with a 401k
But hey, I had you

You can make a six pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one bed room apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

You can give me a tab that's always open
Or give me a yacht parked out in the ocean
But all that keepin' up with the Jones'
It just ain't my style
Just give me some lights strung out in the yard
Give me a lawn chair under the stars
The top of the world's right where you are
'Cause every time you smile

You can make a six pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one bed room apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

You can make a six pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one bed room apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Girl, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage

written by Colton Swon, Zach Swon, Matt McGinn, Ryan Beaver

I'm catching every third word
Of what you're tryin' to tell me
Yeah, this place is wall to wall
Yeah, it's loud as hell
I can't hear a thing
But I know what you mean
It's so obvious
So obviously

I know what you're sayin'
I can speak your body language
Keep it goin', baby
I'm lovin' this conversation
Everything you're communicating
Girl, it's getting heard, yeah
We can talk all night, we can talk all night
Without sayin' a word

The way you're pullin' on my shirt
I see you want me closer
And I'll follow where you're leadin'
Ya got your hands all over me
And I know where you want this to go

I know what you're sayin'
I can speak your body language
Keep it goin', baby
I'm lovin' this conversation
Everything you're communicating
Girl, it's gettin' heard, yеah
We can talk all night, we can talk all night
Without saying a word

I know what you're sayin'
I can spеak your body language
Keep it goin', baby

I know what you're sayin'
I can speak your body language
Keep it goin', baby
I'm lovin' this conversation
Everything you're communicating
Girl, it's gettin' heard, yeah
We can talk all night, we can talk all night
Without sayin' a word

(I know what you're sayin')
We can talk all night
(Keep it goin', baby)
Yeah, everything you're communicating
Girl, it's gettin' heard, yeah
We can talk all night, we can talk all night
Without sayin' a word
(I know what you're sayin')
We can talk all night
(Keep it goin', baby)
Yeah, everything you're communicating
Girl, it's gettin' heard, yeah
We can talk all night, we can talk all night...

written by Ross Copperman, Josh Osborne, Matt Jenkins

I've always been a rollin' stone
With a reckless streak
Yeah, the grass never gets too grown
Underneath my feet
The city lights, Southern stars
No such thing's gone too far

I'm running wide open
I was born with my feet in motion
But since I met you, I swear
I could be happy anywhere
Any map dot location
You're always my destination
You're the only thing that I'm chained to
I could be happy anywhere
I could be happy anywhere with you

Yeah, the beauty of the northern lights
In my mind has faded
The blue sky over Telluride
Next to you's kinda overrated
The winding road, let it twist
My home's wherever your heart is
I'm running wide open

I was born with my feet in motion
But since I met you, I swear
I could be happy anywhere
Any map dot location
You're always my destination
You're the the only thing that I'm chained to
I could be happy anywhere
I could be happy anywhere with you

Hey!
Hey!

So, girl, I hope you know
Wherever you go, I go, I know

I'm running wide open
I was born with my feet in motion
But since I met you, I swear
I could be happy anywhere
Any map dot location
You're always my destination
You're the only thing that I'm chained to
I could be happy anywhere

I could be happy anywhere with you
I could be happy anywhere with you

written by Jessi Alexander, Alyssa Vanderheym, Michael Hardy

I used to keep my phone right next to me
I used to drink till I drank myself to sleep
I used to say "Sorry man, I think I'll stay at home"
But now I don't

I used to lean on the green to self-medicate
I used to talk myself out of that second date
I used to only wanna hear sad country songs
But now I don't

Girl, I can't lie, it's been a hell of a breakup
You did a number on my pride baby, straight up
I used to sit around thinking we'd make up
But now I don't
I took a pretty good beatin' to bounce back
Now I'm back on my feet laughing at the fact
That I ever used to wish I could get you back
'Cause now I don't
Now I don't

I used to try to find a pedestal to put you on
I used to tell my mama that shе pegged you wrong
I thought your sex was thе best that I'd ever known
But now I don't

Girl, I can't lie, it's been a hell of a breakup
You did a number on my pride baby, straight up
I used to sit around thinking we'd make up
But now I don't
I took a pretty good beatin' to bounce back
Now I'm back on my feet laughing at the fact
That I ever used to wish I could get you back
'Cause now I don't

Yeah, I can't believe that you called after all this time that's passed
Oh, and now you're saying you still love me, but girl, I can't say it back
Girl, 'cause now I don't
Now I don't

Girl, I can't lie, it's been a hell of a breakup
You did a number on my pride, baby, straight up
I used to sit around thinking we'd make up
But now I don't
I took a pretty good beatin' to bounce back
Now I'm back on my feet laughing at the fact
That I ever used to wish I could get you back
'Cause now I don't
Now I don't
Now I don't
Now I don't
That's right, now I don't
Now I don't

written by Jesse Alexander, Deric Ruttan, Josh Thompson

This town can get to talkin'
Lately they been talkin' 'bout me
Yeah, they say I been rockin'
Maybe even causin' a scene
My girl, I'm still the life of the party
The same ole good-time Charlie

Friday night I get to buzzin'
Till I'm feelin' nothin'
Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two
By Saturday, I'm long gone
Lit up like the neon
Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof
By Sunday, I'm backslidin'
Can't help it, can't fight it
I know I'll be wakin' up to
That Monday mornin' missin'
Monday mornin' missin' you

When that sun hits the curtains
Ain't just my head hurtin' like hell
And the thought of you, baby
Layin' there with somebody else
But by the end of the week, I'll be over
Dealin' with ya, goodbye sober

Friday night I get to buzzin'
Till I'm feelin' nothin'
Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two
By Saturday, I'm long gone
Lit up like the neon
Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof
By Sunday, I'm backslidin'
Can't help it, can't fight it
I know I'll be wakin' up to
That Monday mornin' missin'
Monday mornin' missin' you

Yeah, I can fight it through Tuesday
Wing it through Wednesday
Fake it till I make it to that payday

Then Friday night I get to buzzin'
Till I'm feelin' nothin'
Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two
By Saturday, I'm long gone
Lit up like the neon
Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof
By Sunday, I'm backslidin'
Can't help it, can't fight it
I know I'll be wakin' up to
That Monday mornin' missin'
Monday mornin' missin' you
Yeah, here comes that Monday mornin' missin'
Monday mornin' missin' you

written by Craig Wiseman, Matt Dragstrem, Chris Tompkins, Rodney Clawson

Yeah, you and your friends, ten years old
Sneaking Beech Nut on back in the row
Sell it at a market on Saturdays
Halloween getting lost with a girl in the maze
Throwing cobs at the cars that are passing
Sheriff comes out and you hide and you laugh
You're praying for the sun, praying for the rain
Praying over muffins that your grandma made

Corn in the truck, corn in the field
Corn in the bottom of a moonshine still
Corn in a kettle, corn in a skillet
Corn in a jug, hot damn you can feel it
Corn for the chicken, corn for the deer
Corn for as far as you can see around here
Leanin' on a fence in a Carhartt hat with a farmer's tan
Sayin', "Man, look at all that corn"
Yeah, all that corn

Yeah, it ain't no wonder why you love it
You got your first kiss in a barn full of it
Drank your first beer, lеarned to play guitar
At a turnrow party with a tailgate bar
Farmer's daughtеr and a John Deere man
Saving your money, put a ring on her hand
Now you're raising more than a Silver Queen
In a little farmhouse by a field of dreams

Corn in the truck, corn in the field
Corn in the bottom of a moonshine still
Corn in a kettle, corn in a skillet
Corn in a jug, hot damn you can feel it
Corn for the chicken, corn for the deer
Corn for as far as you can see around here
From the Ohio River to the northern plat
Every highway, byway
Hey, look at all that corn
All that corn

Yeah, corn in a bag that you toss in a hole
Corn on a hook at the end of a pole
Corn popping up at the movie in a bucket
First you gotta grow it, gotta pick it, gotta shuck it

Corn in the truck, corn in the field
Corn in the bottom of a moonshine still
Corn in a kettle, corn in a skillet
Corn in a jug, hot damn you can feel it
Corn for the chicken, corn for the deer
Corn for as far as you can see around here
End this song the way it began
Started with a C and end with a N
Corn, yeah, all that corn

written by Brad Tursi, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne

You're on a plane, I'm at a bar
And I'm just starting to get it
You saw it coming, I never did
Now I just get to accept it for what it is
I don't know why, guess our goodbye fell out of the sky

Hey
Hey, hey mama
What I do next, I don't know
Will I drink till I'm drunk
Will I sink till I'm sunk
I'm just makin' it up as you go
Hey, it might be tomorrow, might be a year or so
How long does it take for a heart to unbreak
I'm just makin' it up as you go

You're on a beach, I'm on a tear
And I'm just starting to feel it
Lookin' for answers in this bottle
But it's yet to reveal it
There ain't no map, there ain't no plan
I'll just get high and see where I land

Hey
Hey, hey mama
What I do next, I don't know
Will I drink till I'm drunk
Will I sink till I'm sunk
I'm just makin' it up as you go
Hey, it might be tomorrow, might be a year or so
How long does it take for a heart to unbreak
I'm just makin' it up as you go

As you go, I know
I'll get over you or I'll go under
As you go, all I can do
Is put one drunk foot in front of the other

Hey
Hey, hey mama
What I do next, I don't know
Will I drink till I'm drunk
Will I sink till I'm sunk
I'm just makin' it up as you go
Hey, it might be tomorrow, might be a year or so
How long does it take for a heart to unbreak
I'm just makin' it up as you go

How long does it take for a heart to unbreak?
I'm just makin' it up as you go
As you go
Oh, oh, as you go

written by Dallas Davidson, Kyle Fishman, Casey Beathard

Looks like a good time
Looks like a wild ride
Sat here and watched you drink a table full of red wine
I'll let you be girl
Go on and have fun
Looks like the bachelorette is sippin' on her last one
Go on and finish up the plans you made
Go on and turn 'em into yesterday

Friday's knocking on Saturday's door
Pretty soon it ain't gonna be tonight no more
It's a girl's night out, yeah girl I get it
I can pick you up in thirty minutes
Whatcha doing tomorrow 'bout 12: 01 AM

I'll be right here, sippin' on this cold beer
Countin' down the seconds like I'm breakin' in the new year
Might pop some champagnе, girl right at midnight
Celebrate kicking off thе day just right

Friday's knocking on Saturday's door
Pretty soon it ain't gonna be tonight no more
It's a girl's night out, yeah girl I get it
I can pick you up in thirty minutes
Whatcha doing tomorrow 'bout 12: 01 AM
Girl I can't sit around and wait all day
Tomorrow's just a glass of wine away

Friday's knocking on Saturday's door
Pretty soon it ain't gonna be tonight no more
It's a girl's night out, yeah girl I get it
I can pick you up in thirty minutes
Whatcha doing tomorrow 'bout 12: 01 AM

Whatcha doing tomorrow
(Friday's knocking on Saturday's door)
Whatcha doing tomorrow
(Pretty soon it ain't gonna be tonight no more)
Whatcha doing tomorrow

written by Ben Hayslip, Josh Osborne, Mark Holman

She don't need no sunny day
She gonna light the world up either way
She don't need to turn every head
Naw, she just doin' what she does best

Yeah, she just smilin' that smile that her momma gave her
Swingin' those hips she sure is makin'
Those blue jeans talk and the boys all fight
The one you want with you on a Saturday night
Bendin' those words like the Mississippi river
Wherever she's goin', man, I wanna go with her
Shinin' so bright, make the midnight stars jealous
Heaven help us all, the girl can't help it
Naw, the girl can't help it

Naw, she can't help she likes cherry red
Naw, she can't help it if she still looks pretty with her hair all a mess
She don't know what all the fuss is about
She don't mean to be the talk of this town

Naw, she just smilin' that smile that her momma gave her
Swingin' those hips, she sure is makin'
Those blue jeans talk and the boys all fight
The one you want with you on a Saturday night
Bendin' those words like the Mississippi river
Wherever she's goin', man, I wanna go with her
Shinin' so bright, make the midnight stars jealous
Heaven help us all, the girl can't help it
Naw, the girl can't help it
If God had just one ace, I think he dealt it
Ain't nothin' not to love, the girl can't help it

Yeah, she just smilin' that smile that her momma gave her
Swingin' those hips she sure is makin'
Those blue jeans talk and the boys all fight
The one you want with you on a Saturday night
Bendin' those words like the Mississippi river
Wherever she's goin', man, I wanna go with her
Shinin' so bright, make the midnight stars jealous
Heaven help us all, the girl can't help it
Naw, the girl can't help it

written by Shane McAnally, Ross Copperman, Josh Osborne

She said we were way too young
When the drinks were cheap and the fights were fun
It ain't over yet but it's a long time done
He said I'm only 43 and the guy in the mirror doesn't look like me
I know you'd be happy with who I used to be
But he's gone, gone, gone and I'm moving on, so long

You gotta roll with the flow till the flow don't roll no more
You gotta know when to hold, when to fold, when to hit the road
And when to stay the course
You gotta learn to bend or the diffеrence in a little rain and a raging storm
You gotta roll with thе flow till the flow don't roll no more
Then roll on out the door

I've been swimming right upstream
Wondering how much brass is left on that ring
And when is last call really your last drink
I thought you go as long as it takes
But how many fools can one drink make
With so many cracks in a heart, what's one more break

You gotta roll with the flow till the flow don't roll no more
You gotta know when to hold, when to fold, when to hit the road
And when to stay the course
You gotta learn to bend or the difference in a little rain and a raging storm
You gotta roll with the flow till the flow don't roll no more
Then roll on out the door
If you need me, I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm moving on, so long

You gotta roll with the flow till the flow don't roll no more
You gotta know when to hold, when to fold, when to hit the road
And when to stay the course
You gotta learn to bend or the difference in a little rain and a raging storm
You gotta roll with the flow till the flow don't roll no more
Then roll on out the door

Go on and roll on out the door

written by Jaron Boyer, Michael Tyler, Ben West

Yeah, we're just gonna
Pull up a stool
Act like a fool
Nothing to do till Monday
We'll put a quarter in the box
We're off the clock
Yeah, man, we got it made
Yeah, I think we gotta a good thing going here
So turn up the song
Let it get you good and gone
And watch it all disappear

Yeah, we're living on neon time
Smokin' up the room and clearin' our minds
The lean back kicking
Let a cold beer with it
Let it hit you just right
Yeah
Somethin' 'bout the way the neon shines
It goes perfect with the Friday night
You ain't thinkin' 'bout 9 to 5
When you're living on neon time

I think we're gonna
Throw a couple back
Fill up the tap
Talk about those good, good times
Everybody knows
That ain't no lows
When you're raisin' 'em up high

Yeah, we're living on neon time
Smokin' up the room and clearin' our minds
To lean back kicking
Let a cold beer with it
Let it hit you just right
Yeah
Somethin' 'bout the way the neon shines
It goes perfect with the Friday night
You ain't thinkin' 'bout 9 to 5
When you're living on neon time

No, no
Come on

Yeah, we're living on neon time
Smokin' up the room and clearin' our minds
The lean back kicking
Let a cold beer with it
Let it hit you just right
Yeah
Somethin' 'bout the way the neon shines
It goes perfect with the Friday night
You ain't thinkin' 'bout 9 to 5
When you're living on neon time
No, you ain't thinkin' 'bout 9 to 5
When you're living on neon time

written by Joe Fox, Andrew Peebles, Brett Sheroky

I never worn a halo
Don't suppose I ever will
As far as saving me goes
It's a battle up a hill
But I keep climbin', tryin', fightin'
Got a King James in the dresser
And I take it out sometimes
But Lord knows, I ain't measured
Up to what's inside
And they say, "But that's okay"
But I keep praying for the day

That I can open up that good book
And Heaven don't look
Like it's out of reach
When it feels like those apostles
Are giving me the gospel
And not the third degree
I just wanted to read
Like Bible verses
And not the Biblе versus me

I woke up in last night's clothеs
And it's whisky on my lips
If God's looking down, I know
He's really looking down on this
But I have faith that I can change
I keep praying for the day

That I can open up that good book
And Heaven don't look
Like it's out of reach
When it feels like those apostles
Are giving me the gospel
And not the third degree
I just wanted to read
Like Bible verses
And not the Bible versus me

I'm just tryin' to give myself a little grace
'Til those words and me get on the same page

And I can open up that good book
And Heaven don't look
Like it's out of reach
When it feels like those apostles
Are giving me the gospel
And not the third degree
I just wanted to read
Like Bible verses
And not the Bible versus me

written by Bobby Pinson, Ben Hayslip, Rhett Akins

Still got a stereo stuck in the '80s
Still got a hat that's a hit with the ladies
I still got a truck that knows its way
Back to them good ol' days

Every now and then gotta slip on the denim
Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em
Hit an old boot stomp jukebox honky tonk
Couple buds, fill it up, sing along
Talkin' old school, bar stool
Sittin' there acting like a darn fool
Gotta get a little loose like you used to
When you used to shoot you a little Jack
And throw it on back

I still got a few of my old runnin' buddies
(Still got a few of my old runnin' buddies)
Know how to blow a little smoke, then blow a little money
(Blow a little smoke, blow a little money)
Still got a buckle that'll hold a shine
Might dust off a few old pick up linеs

Every now and then gotta slip on the dеnim
Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em
Hit an old boot stomp jukebox honky tonk
Couple buds, fill it up, sing along
Talkin' old school, bar stool
Sittin' there acting like a darn fool
Gotta get a little loose like you used to
When you used to shoot you a little Jack
And throw it on back
Yeah, throw it on back

Throw it on back to your back where you come from
Throw it on back then throw back another one
Throw it on back 'til you see that mornin' sun
Son, like you used to see back when you were young

Every now and then gotta slip on the denim
Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em
Hit an old boot stomp jukebox honky tonk
Couple buds, fill it up, sing along
I'm talkin' old school, bar stool
Sittin' there acting like a darn fool
Gotta get a little loose like you used to
When you used to shoot you a little Jack
And throw it on back
Yeah, throw it on back (Yeah, throw it on back)
Throw, throw it on back
Yeah, throw it on back

written by Blake Shelton, Craig Wiseman

We always said we wish we'd met
Long before we finally did
But ever since that first kiss
Girl, it's felt like we were kids and
Who are we to question
God and his greater plan?
You and me are a blessin'
And all we gotta do is say amen, amen

And I know we can reach the stars
That's how far my love will go for you
I know we can reach the stars
You've already hung the moon

It isn't always sunny days
Now and then, the thunder rolls, but
A little time and a little rain
That's what makes the flowers grow and
Girl, I'll pick you daisies
And put 'em in a mason jar
You know you amaze my heart
You saved my heart

And I know we can reach the stars
That's how far my love will go for you
I know we can reach the stars
You've already hung the moon
You've already hung the moon

That's what you do, girl
I wanna live in a me-and-you world

I know we can reach the stars
That's how far my love will go for you
I know we can reach the stars
You've already hung the moon
You've already hung the moon