Were Gonna Ride Again Brantley Gilbert

The Devil Don't Sleep Album

Artist(south): Brantley Gilbert

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Rockin' Chairs

length: iv:09
author: Brantley Gilbert

[Verse 1]
At present and so, I see old timers talkin'
All day long, relivin' them skilful ol' days
Like information technology never gets old and it'south same ol' stories
Got me wonderin' if it's gonna be the states ane twenty-four hours?
Better live this 1 life we got upwards, 'cause

[Chorus]
These are the days that are gonna fly past
Like lightnin' and so they say
These are the nights, yeah the expert times
When we permit the wild side out to play
These are the Dominicus mornin'due south we talk to the Lord
And become correct with the Man upstairs
Get dorsum to rockin' out
So, we can say nosotros were there when nosotros talk about information technology
In our rockin' chairs

[Verse 2]
Come on you, we got memories to make
Some cold beers to drink
And some songs we gotta live out loud
Gonna be some proficient hearts breakin'
Bunch of mistakes
Perchance anytime nosotros'll figure it out

[Pre-Chorus]
But right now it'southward all about, goin all the way

[Chorus]
These are the days that are gonna wing by
Like lightnin' so they say
These are the nights, yeah the good times
When nosotros let the wild side out to play
These are the Sunday mornin's nosotros talk to the Lord
And become right with the Man upstairs
Get dorsum to rockin' out
Then, we can say we were there when we talk about it
In our rockin' chairs
In our rockin' chairs

[Bridge]
We gotta crank information technology upwardly to ten and and then some
Go way too far, as well fast, besides hard
And have as well much fun

[Build]
These are the days and they're gonna
Fly by like lightnin'
So they say...
These are the times of our lives
And we ain't got none to waste

[Chorus]
These are the days that are gonna wing by
Like lightnin' so they say
These are the nights, aye the good times
When we permit the wild side out to play
These are the Sunday mornin's we talk to the Lord
And get correct with the Man upstairs
Go dorsum to rockin' out
So, we can say nosotros were there when we talk about it
In our rockin' chairs

[Outro]
In our rockin' chairs
In our rockin' chairs

The Ones That Similar Me

length: iii:25
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Bobby Pinson

Oh aye
Ain't gonna lie, I tin can count on both hands
My down to ride 'til the twenty-four hour period I dice friends
To get them, I'd like to think
That I'm few and far betwixt
Guys similar me, you want in an alley with ya
Upward a creek, ain't a doubt I'k gonna paddle with ya
Go to bat, get to church building, go to battle with ya
They can say what they want about me, but

The ones that need me got me
The ones that doubt me can't stop me
Even the ones that said forget him
You tin can bet they ain't forgot me
Either wanna striking me or concord me
Those that detest me don't know me
And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me
Yep, the ones that similar me love me

Speak my mind, don't mind who'due south listenin'
I'll ask forgiveness, 'fore I inquire permission
Least with me y'all know what yous're gettin'
Yous may not get a thing about me, only

The ones that need me got me
The ones that uncertainty me tin't stop me
Fifty-fifty the ones that said forget him
You lot can bet they own't forgot me
Either wanna striking me or hold me
Those that hate me don't know me
And the ones that don't trust everyone trust me
Yes, the ones that like me dear me

Yeah, they dear me
And I ain't perfect, I'thou a simple man
I got a sinner'due south mind, but I can fold my hands
I own't afraid to pray and I do know who I am, yeah

And the ones that need me got me
Ones that doubt me can't stop me
Fifty-fifty the ones that said forget him
Bet your *** they ain't forgot me
Either wanna hit me or hold me
Those that hate me don't know me
And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me
Yes, the ones that similar me love me

The ones that like me dearest me

And if you don't
Probably a pretty good chance I don't like y'all either

The Weekend

length: 3:08
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Andrew DeRoberts

Tick tock, I'thou on the clock and I'm feeling like
This job's just 9 to five'ing my life away
It's like I'1000 back in schoolhouse and I'm in the last class
And I'm passing time until the bell ring
Having visions of summertime
Expect a minute now, that's just later tonight
Tan legs and tailgating, it's all upwardly in the moonlight
And by the style, it's pay day

Live it up for the weekend
Pour it up, have the time of your life
Have a shot for the regrets
Double up and information technology'due south bound to become buck wild
Hey ladies, let your pilus down
We know ain't nobody scared now, hell nah
But practise your thing similar it's bound intermission
Wake and bake and we at information technology again
We live it up for the weekend

Weald looking similar Panama City
A bunch of jacked up trucks and bikinis
Got a Yeti full of good ideas
Like I own't worried 'bout driving, I'mma stay right hither

And I'mma live it upwardly for the weekend
Pour it up, accept the time of your life
Have a shot for the regrets
Double up and it's bound to get cadet wild
Hey ladies, let your hair downwards
Nosotros know ain't nobody scared now, hell nah
Just exercise your thing like information technology'southward spring break
Wake and broil and we're at it once more
We alive it upwardly for the weekend

Somebody said something 'bout church on Sunday, amen
Somebody said something 'tour work on Monday
Shhh, don't say it again

Live it upwards for the weekend
Cascade it upwardly, take the time of your life
Take a shot for the regrets
Double up and it's bound to get cadet wild
Hey ladies, permit your hair down
We know own't nobody scared at present, hell nah
Just do your thing like information technology'southward spring interruption
Wake and broil and we're at it again
We alive it up for the weekend

Live information technology upward, alive information technology up for the weekend
Live it up for the weekend
Alive it up, live it up for the weekend
Live it up, alive information technology upwardly
Information technology'due south the weekend

You Could Be That Girl

length: three:49
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Tony Martin, Neil Thrasher

Well I'm looking for a bonnie
Lookin' for a p.I.C
A 'lil partner in criminal offence come hell or high water she'southward downward she's ridin' with me
'Lil miss watch for blue lights
While I drive, you tin can hold that .45
Go down in a blaze of glory
I e'er loved that story

Now, you could be that
You could exist that
You lot could be that girl
And I can see that good daughter gone bad
Yous could be that daughter

I bet your daddy said you could be anything
Anything y'all wanted to be (ha)
Bet he never saw a renegade comin'
Y'all're a lady
You know how to hit your knees
I need a girl who knows the good lord
I need a girl who'southward gonna pray for me yep

You could exist that
You could be that
Yous could be that girl
And I can encounter that good daughter gone bad
Yous could be that hot every bit a pistol
You got that insubordinate potential
Hop on this ol' motorcycle
Baby, let's make it official
Let's ride

Babe girl let's ride

Yous could be that
Yous could be that
You could be that daughter

And I tin see that good girl gone bad
Yous could be that girl yes

What I demand
Hey babe, you can be mine
Oh you could be that girl
Uh uh
I tin see that

Smokin' Gun

length: 3:39
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Brian Davis, Derek George

[Verse i]
It'south 2 AM and that prison cell telephone's ringin'
Yes sounds like you been sippin' on somethin'
Information technology was in the fashion I heard you say, hey baby
Yeah y'all 'bout as subtle every bit a freight train comin'
And I know what'due south next
You'll be knockin' on my door
Standin' there in that dress
What are yous waitin' for

[Chorus]
Pull the trigger on a signal blank kiss
This close y'all ameliorate never miss
Centre beatin' like a bullet into my chest
Bitter'my lip and wreckin' my bed
But Cinderella never sees the sun
You'll be gone before mornin' comes
Like to honey, only you dearest to run
Y'all're too hot to concord
Babe, you're a smokin' gun

[Verse 2]
Aye you lot retrieve yous got information technology like Tony Montana
Callin' these shots like the world is yours
And you got me hooked, only let me turn them tables
I ain't the only one comin' back for more
Little smile on your face up
You're beggin' me to play forth
So, if we're sayin' it's a game
Then I'1000 guessin' this is game on

[Chorus]
Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss
This shut you better never miss
Center chirapsia similar a bullet into my chest
Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed
Merely Cinderella never sees the sun
You'll be gone earlier mornin' comes
Like to dear, merely you lot love to run
You're too hot to agree
Baby you're a smokin' gun

[Bridge]
You're like a forty-four mag with one bullet in information technology
It'south a dangerous game, merely I can't help but spin it
Knowin' one twenty-four hours it'south going to end bad
But it'due south too belatedly, I got it cocked back

[Chorus]
Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss
This close you amend never miss
Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest
Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed
But Cinderella never sees the sun
You'll be gone before mornin' comes
Like to love, simply you dear to run
You're likewise hot to hold
Baby, you're a smokin' gun

[Outro]
Yeah
Pull the trigger

Bro Code

length: three:13
writer: Brantley Gilbert

Look atcha, girl
Standin' in my doorway rockin' them curls
And them cut-off daisies, human being she chosen me upward
Tin can I come over, boy I'm bored to death
And I'm all lonely

And she but drinks when she's lone
She simply gets stoned when you own't home
And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it
But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro
Y'all improve get your girl home, boy
You ameliorate take yourself habitation, boy
Yous better tell her you lot love her, y'all demand her
'Cause if you don't, she's 'bout to be long gone, bro

I opened the door and she gets to talkin'
Talkin' 'bout he's controllin' me
And tryin' to concord me down
Information technology's gettin' old, human being she'south ready to whorl, man
And I don't want to say, I told you so, homo

'Crusade she just drinks when she's lonely
She only gets stoned when y'all own't home
And I know bro lawmaking and I own't breakin' it
Just bro, you lot got yourself a situation, bro
You amend get your daughter home, boy
Y'all improve take yourself home, boy
Y'all ameliorate tell her you love her, you need her
'Cause if you lot don't, she'southward 'bout to be long gone, bro

Better bear witness that girl a good time
If you don't it'south gon' exist bye
And if you take it for granted you lot manus her to another human
It'due south a affair of time, bro
It's a thing of time

Now, I know it own't my business
But I gotta insist that If this was somebody else your bargain is already finished because
Bro code goes out the window
Just exist glad it's me lettin' you know, bro

'Crusade She only drinks when she's lonely
She but gets stoned when y'all ain't home
And I know bro code and I own't breakin' it
But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro
Y'all amend get your girl habitation, male child
Y'all better accept yourself abode, male child
Y'all better tell her you love her, you demand her
'Cause if you don't, she's 'bout to be long gone, bro

Better show that girl a good time
If you lot don't it's gon' be goodbye
And if y'all have it for granted, you hand her to another man
It's a matter of time, bro
It's a matter of time, bro

It's Most to Become Dirty

length: iv:thirty
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Brian Davis

Conditions man says is gonna pelting
And wearin' (?) won't modify a thing
Aye nosotros withal got plans this night
We gonn' boot information technology, dancin', givin' baby rain or shine

Exit your Sun best at home
Be last time you wear what you got on
Bikini elevation cutting off jeans
Damn, baby girl you know you lookin' mean

She said "how we gonna make it through the mudhole?"
Whatch ya call up I got swampers on my truck for?

Information technology'due south virtually to become dirty in the dirty south
'Bout to show you what it's all most
Don't worry, there'south a rowdy crowd
Nosotros ain't scared, we all the same throwin' downward

We gonna tap that keg
Locked at v
We gonna' crank that country
Pass out shots
And get thirsty

Allow information technology rain, allow information technology rain, let it rain
It's virtually to get dirty

There'due south just somethin' 'bout a good erstwhile inundation
Watching that ruddy clay turn to mud
Slinging upwards, slam past the doors
Like a new paint job on a 4x4

Daughter y'all gonna have a good ol' time
Can't let a picayune scrap of pelting change your mind
Allow your pilus down, coffin boots?
For in one case in your life let yourself cut loose

Gonna get muddied from head to toe
Cleanin' off, skinny dipping in the pond hole

It'due south near to get muddied in the dirty south
'Tour to show you what it'due south all about
Don't worry, there's a rowdy crowd
We ain't scared, we all the same throwin' down

We gonna tap that keg
Locked at five
Nosotros gonna' crank that country
Pass out shots
And get thirsty

Allow it pelting let it pelting let it rain
It's nigh to get dirty

Daughter your whole life'southward 'bout to change
Bad times and muddied water let me hear you say
Let it rain, let it rain, allow it rain

It'south about to become dirty in the dirty southward
'Bout to testify y'all what it's all near
Don't worry, there's a rowdy crowd
We ain't scared, nosotros withal throwin' downwards

We gonna tap that keg
Locked at five
We gonna' creepo that country
Pass out shots
And get thirsty

Permit it rain, permit information technology rain, let information technology rain
Everybody get thirsty
Let it rain, allow it pelting, let information technology rain
Mind 'bout to become muddy
Listen 'bout to get dingy
C'monday

Nasty

Tried to Tell Ya

length: three:42
author: Brantley Gilbert, Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip

It'southward 4 in the mornin', under ol' georgia with lights in the rear view
Your bluish optics, wide open like boy

What you tryin' to practice?
Think that liftin' lost em and it's turning y'all on
You climbing over the console
So I'm guessin' information technology'south on

Alright alright
You're loving this fast lane life (don't lie don't lie)
You don't wanna say good day

Now I tried to tell ya I was crazy
Tried to tell you that I lost my listen
Tried to tell you I was nothin' but trouble, babe
Yeah just baby you thought that was a lie
Now you got yourself a situation
That yous're fallin' for a renegade you lot can't blame me
If you tried, never alter me yeah I tried to tell ya I was crazy

Middle of the night I'm outside, in your drive infant allow's become
Didn't call or nothin' just showed up, and told you east diamond road
Got you head over heels girl ain't this a trip
Just ridin' effectually, you're lovin' this bad boy ****

I tried to tell ya I was crazy
Tried to tell you that I lost my mind
Tried to tell you I was nothin' just trouble, baby
Yep merely baby you idea that was a lie
Now you got yourself a situation and fallin' for a renegade
You lot tin't blame me if you tried, never save me
Yeah I tried to tell ya I was crazy

Alright, alright
You're loving this fast lane life don't lie don't lie
You lot don't wanna say goodnight
Alright, alright
And I recollect I want this correct (the life, the life)
And I'll never say goodbye

I tried to tell ya I was crazy
Tried to tell you I was outta my heed
Tried to tell you I was nothin' only trouble, baby
Yeah just baby you saved my life
Now we got ourselves a situation
Now you're runnin' with arenegade you tin't blame me
She never tried to change me
Oh she didn't believe that I was crazy

In My Head

length: 3:43
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Brian Davis, Justin Weaver

Well, I watched the lord's day come upwards on auburn hair beyond my chest
Couple coffee cups with just a petty wine left
I had to smiling 'cause you even so got that canteen in your manus
Final night's a movie playin' over and over
All in my head all in my caput, baby
Nosotros talked for hours, fell in dearest with everything you said
Virtually our exes, well-nigh Jesus in between some sips
Yous said and then sexy, with your lips most an inch abroad
You wanna kiss me, don't you, whaddaya say
You're in my head
All in my head, baby

You got me thinkin' crazy, this ain't me, I know where information technology ends
And this has got too good to be true written all over information technology
I'm takin' this bound of organized religion, if I get down in flames
Nosotros made a retentivity that won't go away
You're in my caput all in my caput, baby

Yous slumber so pretty up against me in this truck bed
Your little hand's within of mine, and information technology's a perfect fit
And I'chiliad in love with y'all all over me in every fashion
And I wouldn't exist sayin' this if you were awake
You lot're in my head all in my caput, babe

You got me thinkin' crazy, this ain't me, I know where it ends
And this has got too practiced to be truthful written all over information technology
I'm takin' this jump of faith, if I get down in flames
Nosotros made a retentiveness that won't get away
You lot're in my head all in my caput, baby

When y'all woke up, I saw you smiling when y'all looked back at me
Said you missed me, I forgot how to breathe
You're in my head

What am I gon' do with you
You lot're in my head

You got me thinkin' crazy, this own't me, I know where it ends
And this has got besides good to be true written all over it
I'm takin' this leap of religion, if I go down in flames
We made a memory that won't get away
You're in my head all in my head, infant
Y'all're in my head all in my head

Way Dorsum

length: 3:39
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Andrew DeRoberts

I guess some things never change
Information technology's been a while since I been effectually
It withal feels similar farewell comin' dwelling house
To what's left of our hometown
Stopped past and I saw momma, start affair she said
You know your girl's dwelling too
Ain't been in town ten minutes and the grapevine's
All about me and you

'Cause baby we go way dorsum
Me and you and this boondocks
We been through it you could say that
I'm still the same ol' boy in dearest
With the same ol' flame that got away and never gave my heart back
Aww, and that same ol' flame burns
Like it was burnin' fashion back

It's burnin' way back
Got a call from your best friend, becky
Says y'all're hangin' out at her place
Estimate you heard I was home and you wouldn't mind takin' a ride for old fourth dimension'southward sake
Pulled up, lost my breath how'd yous go more than cute, lemme getcha door
Yeah, that shotgun seat's even so yours your bare feet up on the dashboard
Daughter, you accept me style back
Me and you lot and this town nosotros been through it y'all could say that
I'm nonetheless the same ol' boy in love
With the aforementioned ol' flame that got away and never gave my heart back
Aww, and that same ol' flame burns
Similar it was burnin' mode back

Mode dorsum
Accept a left at the Baptist Church building had our first kiss in the dorsum
Cross the tracks, take a correct where I kissed yous farewell
Didn't have to be our last
So girl, I came dorsum
When it comes to you lot and me, daughter yous could say that
Goodbye own't never meant a thing

And we go style back
Me and you and this boondocks nosotros been through it you could say that
I'g still the same ol' male child in love
With the aforementioned ol' flame that got away and never gave my heart back
Aww, and that aforementioned ol' flame burns
Like it was burnin' way back
Like information technology was burnin' way dorsum

Baby Be Crazy

length: three:31
author: Brantley Gilbert, Brett James

Well, you know they say
They say that I'm a rollin' rock
Daughter, that boy'south a dead end road
Yeah, you lot're meliorate off alone
And I know I tin can't say
Girl, I can't say they're wrong
I'1000 pretty set in my ways
But mayhap it'due south time that changed
And all you wanna know is
What'south it gonna take

You'd have to be crazy to dear me
Oh, merely I wish you would
You'd accept to exist outta your heed
But deep inside, I think you could
Be the only chance in hell to salve me from myself
And then come on save me, oh yeah
Infant, exist crazy

I know you say
You say you're gonna hang on
To this train wreck, baby
And then yous think you're that stiff
Deep down, what I want
I desire you to necktie me downward
I want then bad to trust you
Infant, don't fire me at present
All we tin can practise is try
I ain't tryin' to say goodbye

You'd have to be crazy to beloved me
Oh, but I wish you would
You'd accept to be outta your heed
Only deep inside, I call up yous could
Be the only chance in hell to salve me from myself
So come on salvage me, oh yeah
Baby, be crazy, oh

You'd have to be crazy to dearest me
Oh, but I wish yous would
You'd have to be outta your damn heed
But deep within, I think you could
Be the merely take chances in hell to salve me from myself
So come on save me
Yeah babe, c'monday salve me, yep
Baby, be crazy
Infant, exist crazy
Oh infant, be crazy, yeah, oh

Outlaw in Me

length: 3:28
writer: Brantley Gilbert

She says, "baby what's that scar from?"
I said, "girl, yous don't wanna know"
She said, "what about this one or that one?"
"Girl, that was a long time ago"
She kisses and traces every one with her hands
The look on her confront says she understands

My infant don't try to change me
'Cause she knows
This is the way that god made me
She gets every flaw, my insubordinate heart, every tattoo, every scar
She's in love with the outlaw in me

She knows I coil with a rough crowd
And we go wild time-to-time
She knows I won't lay my guns downwards
I never run from a fight

My baby don't try to modify me
She knows
This is the fashion that god made me
She gets every flaw, my insubordinate heart, every tattoo, every scar
She's in love with the outlaw in me yeah, alright

That girl knows that she's got me
And prays one day I'll settle down
And I only thank god she loves me
Fifty-fifty when I don't know how

My baby don't attempt to change me
She knows this is the mode that god made me
She gets every flaw, my insubordinate middle, every tattoo, every scar
She'southward in honey with the outlaw in me

She's in love
With the outlaw
In me

Bullet in a Bonfire

length: 4:22
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip

I know the stories behind the bruises
When I've been the shoulder
You've been the reason for her tears
And her tellin' yous it's over's useless
You lot keep callin' her phone, drivin' by when I'm not here
She's beggin' me not to lose my temper
Lord, I've tried, just my patience is runnin' thin
The best thing you can do is forget her
'Cause and so help me God, if you e'er touch that girl again

You lot cross that line, male child and at that place own't no comin' back
I'yard a crazy railroad train, son, and you caught upwards in the tracks
You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother
I'yard about to lock my jaws
I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire
Boy a shot in the dark, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
I'm a bullet in a blaze

I know you don't know my story
But I know your's and you probably should've read a page or two
'Cause if you think you're a badass on a lady
Boy, you oughta encounter a grown *** man on a punk *** joke similar you

You cross that line, boy and in that location ain't no comin' back
I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks
You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, blood brother
I'thou nearly to lock my jaws
I'g a time bomb tickin' a existent live wire
Boy a shot in the dark, I'm a bullet in a blaze
Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire

Now, I'k gonna let you remember information technology'southward over
Only little do y'all know, the fun is just about to start
'Cause I come across yous lookin' over your shoulder
And I see you tryin' to act like you don't hear my footsteps in the nighttime

You lot cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back
I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught upwards in the tracks
You've got me growlin' similar a pit bull, brother
I'grand nigh to lock my jaws
I'yard a time bomb tickin' a real alive wire
Male child a shot in the dark, I'g a bullet in a bonfire

Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
Yeah, I'm a bullet in a bonfire
And you think information technology'due south over

The Devil Don't Sleep

length: three:46
writer: Brantley Gilbert

Lord knows the devil don't sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin', yeah

Boxing scars on my heart
Lord knows this war ain't over, no
It's only gettin' started
Just when yous thought you had him beat
He's on your shoulder
He's in your ear, he'due south whisperin'
Lyin' over again, and again, and again
Y'all tell yourself he'll leave you alone
Y'all plow your back, and brother man, it's on

Lord knows the devil don't sleep
He never shuts his eyes
Y'all never hear him creepin'
Heaven knows he's hell aptitude on me
Shackles and chains, thank God that He can pause me costless
'Cause Lord knows the devil don't sleep

He'southward at your door, don't allow him in
He'll lie, he'll steal, he'll kill, he'll win
But ask me, I've been there
All you lot'll have left is a desperate prayer
You pray to God, He'll save your soul
Like He has a thousand times earlier

Lord knows the devil don't sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin'
Heaven knows he's hell aptitude on me
Shackles and chains, thank God that He can intermission me complimentary
'Cause Lord knows the devil don't sleep
The devil don't sleep, no

Lord knows the devil don't slumber
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin'
Heaven knows he's hell aptitude on me
Shackles and chains, thank God that He can intermission me free

Lord knows the devil don't slumber
He never shuts his eyes
Y'all never hear him creepin'
Heaven knows he's hell bent on me
Shackles and bondage, give thanks God that He can break me gratis
'Cause Lord knows the devil don't sleep

The devil don't sleep
The devil don't sleep, yep

We're Gonna Ride Again

length: 4:41
writer: Brantley Gilbert, Mike Dekle, Jess Franklin

That long gray bristles hung down to his chest
Ol' long hair was always a mess
And the laugh on that man, I'll never forget
Yous could hear him from a mile away

Loved his Pabst Blue Ribbon and his cigarettes
He'd burn one down, light 'er up again
I still meet that grin and that ol' H.D
He'd ringlet information technology like he stole the thing

You know, I talked to him yesterday
I asked him

How'due south that steel horse ride on the streets of gold?
Does the promised land have any ol' back roads?
Ain't a incertitude y'all've done a burnout on a cloud
Knowin' yous, you lot probably laid her down

Have you revved it upwardly while the angels sang?
Did God get on ya, did He take your wings?
You meliorate have 'em back 'fore I become in
'Cause brother, we're gonna ride again

Alright

They say claret makes yous related
But loyalty makes yous kin
And so when I chosen that human being my brother
Well, I meant what I said

'Cause we were thick as thieves and nosotros were hell on wheels
I can't brainstorm to tell ya how information technology feels
But I speak for usa all, human being information technology hurts like hell
We miss your smilin' face
We'll saddle upward again one day
Until then

How's that steel horse ride on the streets of gold?
Does the promised state have any ol' back roads?
Ain't a doubt you've done a burnout on a cloud
Knowin' you lot, you probably laid her down

Have you revved it up while the angels sang?
Did God go on ya, did He take your wings?
You better take 'em back 'fore I go in
'Cause brother, we're gonna ride again

Man, you lot're more than a retentivity, more than than a friend
Man, you'll always be family unit, we'll never forget
Gonna see you once again someday
Hell yeah, we're gonna stone that house
When we get through the gates

How'due south that steel equus caballus ride on the streets of gold?
Does the promised land take any ol' back roads?
Own't a dubiety you've done a exhaustion on a deject
Knowin' you, you probably laid her down

Have you revved it up while the angels sang?
Did God become on ya, did He take your wings?
You better get 'em back 'fore I make it
'Cause brother, nosotros're gonna ride again

We're gonna ride again

Nosotros miss ya, blood brother

Three Anxiety of Water

length: iii:52
author: Brantley Gilbert

Got a whole lot of years
And a whole lot of pain
And it all got me here
Where the river meets the clay
Rewindin' through my past
Tryin to discover some skillful
Simply I tin can't seem to run into
What mama ever could

And that lord's day is shinin' downwards
On all my darker days
They're comin' to me now
Every bit I hear the preacher say
In the name of the Son and the Father
Can I really get out information technology all
In 3 feet of water?

I can't unbreak the laws
Straighten out the rules I've bent
Take the broken dreams and hearts
Make 'em all whole once more
I been carryin' effectually
All the messes that I've fabricated
But a few more steps from at present
They'll all exist washed abroad

And that sun is shinin' downwardly
On all my darker days
They're comin' to me now
As I hear the preacher say
In the name of the Son and the Father
Who'd've thought I could leave it all
3 feet of h2o, washin' over me
Amazing Grace the choir sings
And now I know what mercy's all about

And that sun is shinin' down
And all my darker days
They're nowhere to be found
All that preacher had to say
Was in the proper noun of the Sun and the Male parent
Who'd've thought I could get out it all?
You took my cantankerous so I could exit it all
In iii feet of water
Hmm, in three anxiety of water, hmm

And so, it's that elementary, huh?

At Least We Thought It Was (demo)

Junior twelvemonth y'all were A's and B's
Correct on runway
Homecomin queen
Just the day nosotros met
Y'all had your middle assault that badboy thing
And your daddy swore I was trouble
Then, I snuck you out to cuddle upwards
Next to me in that middle seat
We'd roll backroads, hold hands, and sing

We were Romeo and Juliet
Breakin out in a sweat
Makin out in the bed
Of a beat out up truck
Slap covered in mud
You swore I was lyin'
I swore I was stuck
By the blank footprint on a fogged up window
A large ol' middle effectually our initials
We told all our friends
That it was love
And information technology was love
At to the lowest degree we thought information technology was

Yous had to look 'til yous turned eighteen
Earned that ring
Hit one knee
Merely like we planned
Tried our mitt at that erstwhile runaway thing
And I didn't know where I was goin'
But I remember your hair was blowin in the air current
I just knew it then
That what nosotros had would never cease

We were Bonnie and Clyde
Rollin' 95
Burnin treads on the tires
Barely a dime
Both our names musta gone insane
Thinkin' we'd get somewhere on half a tank
On the side and at the end of our road
With only enough cash to get you dwelling house
We believed all we'd ever need was honey
And we had honey
At least we idea it was

Love at first sight
I remember that first night
What a beautiful girl
But I grew up and now I see
Information technology merely wasn't meant to exist
I recollect it was us confronting the world

Nosotros were Romeo and Juliet
Breakin' out in a sweat
Makin' out in the bed
Of a beat up truck
Slap covered in mud
You swore I was lyin'
I swore I was stuck
By the bare footprint on a fogged upward window
A large ol' eye around our initials
Nosotros told all our friends
That it was love
It was love
At least nosotros thought information technology was

Least nosotros thought it was

I've Been There Earlier (demo)

You're in the truck
She'south at her mom's place
Callin' her up sayin, "Girl I'chiliad on my manner."
Don't...
Ya demand to turn around
'Crusade that box full of notes
Pictures, and memories
Set for goodbye
Ridin' in her seat
Don't...
Brother turn effectually
'Cause you got your heart assail breakin' hers
Boy, yous only don't know how much it's gonna injure

Yeah I know 'cause I've been there before
You'll beg her to come home
She won't, she won't
Hither on
It gets hard to exhale
By and so it'southward manner too late
And I know, I know
'Crusade I've been there earlier

You still got her picture
Taped to the dashboard
Now that ya miss her
Every song makes it burn more than
Oh son, it gets worse
'Cause y'all're gonna hear
She's movin' on at present
And you lot're gonna see her holdin' hands with him downtown
Oh boy, I know it hurts
And I know you may not believe me now
'Cause she'll get over y'all
The table's gonna turn around

I know 'cause I've been there before
Yous'll beg her to come dwelling
But she won't, she won't
And here on
It gets hard to breathe
By then it'due south mode too late
And I know, I know
'Cause I've been there earlier

I know 'cause I've been at that place earlier
You lot'll beg her to come home
She won't, she won't
And hither on
It gets difficult to breathe
Past and so it's way too late
And I know, Aye I know
'Crusade I've been there before
I know, I know
'Crusade I've been in that location before

Against the World (demo)

Those tears in your eyes
Got me seein' red
I detest the way they get to y'all
With all the lies they spread
Ain't that small town talk
Similar the devil on your shoulder
It gets old girl
It gets then one-time girl

Just allow 'em talk, allow 'em talk baby
'Crusade girl I don't give a damn what they say
You lot're the i, the reason God fabricated me
I'm gonna love you anyway
And when it hurts
Merely know we're gonna make it work
I got your back
You got my centre, girl
No affair what, you've gotta remember
It'southward you and me against the world

They're gonna throw sticks and stones
Endeavor to tear usa correct in two
'Crusade babe, nosotros got what they want
And what we got's the truth
So permit 'em do what they're gonna do
Yeah infant, nosotros can take it
Nosotros're gonna arrive
Yeah nosotros're gonna make it
Girl

Simply let 'em talk, let 'em talk baby
'Crusade daughter I don't give a damn what they say
You lot're the one, the reason God made me
I'm gonna dear you lot anyway
'Crusade when it hurts
Just know we're gonna make information technology piece of work
I got your back
You got my center, daughter
No matter what, you've gotta remember
Information technology's yous and me against the world

Let 'em talk, allow 'em talk babe
'Cause daughter I don't requite a damn what they say
You're the one, the reason God made me
I'one thousand gonna love you anyway
'Cause when it hurts
Only know nosotros're gonna make it work
I got your back
You got my heart, girl
No matter what, you've got to recollect
It's yous and me confronting the earth

And I don't give a damn what they say

Closer Than Nosotros've Always Been (demo)

[Poetry 1]
You don't bite your lip
Earlier we osculation any more than
And "I love you lot" and "miss yous's" fall silent
As we walk out the door
Ya don't light upwardly a room
The way you used to any more
And I don't get butterflies
What are we fightin' for?

[Chorus]
And I'thou fightin' temptation to fall out of love
And you know, daughter you lot know
You're all out of patience
And I'yard already gone
Girl you know, ya know
That if our love ain't far from the stop
It'south closer than we've always been

[Poesy 2]
Found a picture of u.s.
I don't fifty-fifty recognize
And I've lost that old smile
And y'all've lost that fire in your optics
Yeah when was the terminal time
You wanted my touch on your skin?
Hell, I don't recollect
I judge that's merely how long it's been

[Chorus]
And I'm fightin' temptation to fall out of love
And you know, ya know
'Cause yous're all out of patience
And I'm already gone
Daughter you lot know, girl you know
That if our love ain't shut to the stop
Closer than nosotros've ever been

[Outro]
Yeah I'm fightin' temptation to autumn out of dearest
You lot know, girl yous know
'Cause y'all're all out of patience
And I'yard already gone
Girl you know, girl you know
That if our dear own't close to the end
Yeah, if our dearest own't close to the terminate
We're closer than we've ever been
Girl, you know

You Promised (demo)

She was cryin' out my proper name
Standin' in the driveway
Little bare feet wearin' her cotton wool dress in my way
I yet run across the rain chasin tears down her face
It was back in October when I said information technology'due south over and hid
Behind the door
Behind the shame of my convictions
Abreast myself
Beside some empty pill prescription

Tin hear her screamin' now
No baby don't
You're making my center injure
Don't say those words
Accept it back
Yous know you don't mean that
You swore when I wore your ring
Information technology meant forever
I've got it on, Babe
How can you say I lost it
Oh, yous promised

Started cryin' while I was sleeping
Wakin' up and reachin' out
To a bed as empty equally the heart within my breast
And so, I gathered up some pictures
Said I had some things to requite her
I let her read a letter
I had written her to give her on the day we tied the knot
I saw the tears
I saw them fall as she read the part most growing old
I heard her words
I heard her say it'll never work

And hit my knees and cried
No, baby don't you're making my heart hurt
Don't say those words
Take it back
You know you don't mean that
You lot swore when you wore my ring
It meant forever
You've got it on baby
How can ya say you lost it
Yep when yous promised

We were different people then
Look at all the hateful things we've said
And I'1000 just as guilty
But, girl that'southward no way to be, aye
Take it piece of cake baby, I'grand still broken
Memories enough to tear me wide open
When you see me girl you expletive my name
Makes me wanna say

No, no baby don't
You're making my heart hurt
Don't say those words
Have information technology back
You know you don't hateful that
And yous know when you wore my ring
We said forever
But you lot took information technology off, baby
Safe to say we're through
Just, no matter what you lot practice
You know I'll ever love you

Girl, I promised

(fabricated to be broken) ? x2

Read Me My Rights (live at Cerise Rocks)

(Oversupply Cheering)
(Sirens)
(Crowd chanting "Brantley")

What's up Red Rocks?!

Somebody ameliorate telephone call the police
Nosotros washed took it outside we're nigh to brawl
Ol' boy done put his hands on a woman
Where I come from, son, the adjacent thing comin' is a
Ass whoopin' in the parkin' lot
'Bout to driblet this fool correct in front of the cops
And I ain't gonna run
Proud of what I done

Yeah, read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, Barney lock me up
I'll do my time and raise my right hand
I'll tell the gauge, I'd do information technology again

What's upwardly Colorado!!?

Well, I heard it through the grapevine
Good daddy and a husband is a doin' time
Said his wife and his kids was in the business firm
Ol' boy broke in homo it all went south
When he dropped the hammer on his 40-five
Now he'south in the pen twenty-five to life
Hate to say it, but if it'd been me
I'd say

Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Accept me downtown, Barney lock me upwardly
And I'll do my time, raise my right manus
And I'll tell the estimate I'd practice it over again

If I have to put the law in my hands
Yeah, and then it'south bound to break
'Cause I know right from incorrect and if you cantankerous that line
Boy, all I gotta say is

All I gotta say Red Rocks is

Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, ameliorate lock me upwardly
I'll practise my time raise my correct manus
I'll tell the judge, that I'd do it again
Come on
Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, buddy lock me upwards
And I'll do my time raise my right hand
And I'll tell the guess I'd practice that shit again

From the top to the bottom y'all set up to raise some hell tonight?

Hell on Wheels (live at Red Rocks)

We got any moonshine drinkers in the business firm?
(Crowd Cheers)
This one'south for you, human
Red Rocks permit me hear y'all 1 fourth dimension
(Crowd Roars)

Man you call up y'all want to run whiskey
Gyre with me
Hoss, you ameliorate listen good and clear
'Cause if you got to bluecoat
Or a large mouth blood brother
Y'all own't got no concern here
Boy, this here is a moonshine withal
Can't you smell that whiskey burn
This is how the big dogs run
Boy, you lot're ridin' shotgun
Buckle up, and let's have some fun

Ridin' 95 downwardly the highway, sideways
Runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the alcohol in the boot
Move it over Bo Duke
Brand room for a existent outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the dash
At that place'due south thunder in the hood
Heaven from a withal
Lightnin' in a jar
Blood brother, I'm hell on wheels
Yeah

Just 9 more miles until the land line
We're on time and we lost Barney'south dejection
So, y'all can open up your eyes
Ya washed fine
And danger's part of what we do
When we brand that drop
Nosotros're going to pop a superlative
You got to lesson left to learn
It ain't wine, don't sip information technology
Make information technology bubble when ya hit it
Let it burn, infant, burn
Nosotros'll exist

Ridin' 95 downwardly the highway, sideways
Runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Motility it over Bo Knuckles
Brand room for a existent outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
A half dozen gun in the dash
In that location's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
Brother, I'one thousand hell on wheels

Come on

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways
Runnin' from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the kick
Move it over Bo Duke
Brand room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
A half dozen gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood
Heaven from a all the same
Lightnin' in a jar
Come up On
Ridin' 95 downwards the highway sideways
Running from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot
Move it over Bo Knuckles
Make room for a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate
A six gun in the nuance
There's thunder in the hood
Heaven from a still
Lightnin' in a jar
Blood brother, I'm hell on wheels

I said I'm hell on wheels

It'south gonna be hell on wheels this night, let me hear y'all!
(Oversupply Cheers)
Yeah
(Crowd Cheers and Whistles)

How yous feelin' out there, homo?
(Crowd Auspicious)
First time we ever played this song live, it was right hither...
It was a standin' ovation and information technology was the prettiest thing I've e'er seen in my life

Grown Ass Human (live at Red Rocks)

They said I could lose a little real
Lose count of hundred dollar bills
Be that small town boy that finally made it out
I recall that's where they had me wrong
Gonna write my ain damn songs
And I don't wanna movement to Nashville, man I got a dwelling house
Aye, what you see is what you get
And when you look at me, human being I hope you see
Information technology's existent as it gets

'Crusade I'chiliad a grown ass man
Yous ain't gonna change my ways
Hell, I ain't ready in stone
I'thou gear up in that crimson Georgia clay
And my Granddaddy'south articulatio genus
You can bet your ass that I know who I am
Yeah I'm a grown ass man

(Applause)

Hell, I ain't no politician
Kissin' donkey just ain't my mode
So, if you ask me the wrong questions
Y'all may get more than just my dime
All y'all really demand to know nearly where I stand
It'due south somewhere between
Astonishing Grace, Back In Black, And Simple Man

Yeah, I'thousand a grown donkey man
You ain't gonna change my ways
Hell, I ain't set in stone
I'yard ready in that cherry Georgia clay
Man I was brought up on that Book
And my Granddaddy's genu
You lot can bet your ass that I know who I am
I'm a grown ass man

Jesse B

Grown donkey man

Some folks call back that I'm an outlaw
Oh, but I ain't earned that even so
I'll be the kickoff to say
I nevertheless got dues to pay
And I hope I become out like that
Human being, I know this world is changin'
But I know the Male monarch James own't
It ain't no underground I'm a sinner
Never claimed to be no saint

(Music stops)
(Thanks and Chants "Brantley")
Two nights in a row, y'all 'bout got this ol' [unintelligble] emotional
(Crowd Roars)
You guys are so badass for everything... (fades to crowd thanks)

Well I'thou a grown ass.....
(Clears throat)
You ain't gonna change my ways
I ain't gear up in stone
I'm gear up in that red Georgia dirt
Man I was brought up on that Book
And my Grandad's knee
You can bet your ass that I know who I am
Yep human being, y'all can bet your ass that I'll stay who I am

Yeah, I'm a grown donkey American

(Oversupply Cheers)

Nosotros're gonna play you one more than of these piddling acoustic things so we're gonna crank this thing on back up. Tonight I wanna play y'all my favorite Hank Williams, Jr. song o'all fourth dimension. This evening, we're gonna dedicate it to the ladies. This is for them Outlaw Women...

Outlaw Women (live at Cerise Rocks)

(Applause)

She works in the bank
And she works in a shop
And she don't go for that erstwhile shit anymore
She likes to become high and listen to the band
She likes to make love...
(Laughs) Hell yeah she does
...to her kind of man

What'd'ya say boys?

These outlaw women
First of her kind
These outlaw women
They got it correct on time
These outlaw women
Carmine Rocks
You lot got enough of guns
These outlaw women, Lord
Simply out for fun

From the top to the bottom, how many yous ladies out just for fun tonight?
(Cheers)

In many ways, she'due south a lot like me
She don't requite a damn about society
Hell no
Might be little rich daughter she might be poor
She might be a married adult female that needs a little more
Amen
Yeah she'due south an outlaw adult female
First of her kind
These outlaw women
They fume and ride out here tonight
These outlaw women
You lot got plenty of guns
These outlaw women
They simply out for fun

Red Rocks, you ladies are proud of your second amendment rights and your guns, amen?
Oh aye, this is my favorite part

Might telephone call her a lady
Might call her other names
Only y'all will get your ass whipped if you call her that effectually me and my gang

Ruddy Rocks make some noise
(Cheers and applause)
(partial National Anthem played past guitar)
(Oversupply Chants "Us")
Louder Red Rocks!
(Oversupply Chants "U.s.a." Louder)

Best damn country in the world, man
(Oversupply Roars)

Tell 'em I said that. Amen

Come up on out my blood brother
(Mr. Patterson in the background: "This is crazy human being")
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd similar to introduce y'all to Mr. Justin Patterson

(Cheers)
(Crowd Chanting "USA")

You it'southward men similar this that inspire my passion to back up the troups
Justin, standin here today, man I'm proud to know ya.. so proud to know ya..
(Justin: "Thank yous. Love ya, brother")
Thank you for what you did for our country and what you keep to practice. All our active duty guys, and veterans, and girls thanks so much for what you practice. My hat'due south off to each and every 1 of you lot...
Yes, y'all can sir...
Mr. Patterson on mic: Brantley'south the nicest freakin' guy I've ever met. He took the time.. (clears pharynx) Damn information technology, human being. He took the fourth dimension out of his, out of his decorated ass schedule to make it about the wounded warriors. And when I met him I brought a purple center along, just considering if he turned out to be a adept guy... I told you I tin't requite you a grammy. I, I, I can't give y'all a whatever.. a gold record.. all I can give you is my blood, sweat, and tears, and my friendship, brother... Thank y'all

Brantley: Cheers

Mr. Patterson: Don't always forget the real heroes never came home. The but way you tin honor them is to never forget, just like Brantley does every time he's around. And he helped salve my life. Thanks

Brantley: Thank you, brother. I dearest you
Ladies and Gentlemen, that's Justin Patterson

It humbles me to exist around men like that. I think I can speak for all of usa when I say thank yous from the bottom of our hearts for what you do. You lot are the true American badasses and it's an honour to be in your presence human

Kick It in the Sticks (live at Ruby-red Rocks)

Where my rednecks at??

Welcome to the abode of the hillbilly
Yes, baby
Information technology's a land of barbed wire and moonshine whiskey
Park your machine 'fore you get it stuck
Continue, grab you a beer
And get ya ass in the truck
It'due south going down tonight
It's all on me
It's B.Y.O.B. and I got all we need
Yeah, boy I'one thousand 'tour to show me a city slicker
How to kick information technology in the sticks with the critters

Come up on

Our side of the barbed wire
Money grows in rows
If it don't you're goin' broke
And so we
We hang out by the bonfire
Simply some good all boys having a dang skilful fourth dimension
We crank it up
Down here
We become loud
Downwards here
Throwin' downward in the dirty, dirty s
Down here
Be an all nighter with the hippies and the hicks
Jocks and bikers, nosotros all came to kicking it in the sticks
Boy

Cerise Rocks, how you lot feelin'?

And then, pop a top and drop a tailgate
Yeah, we're crankin' up Air conditioning/DC, Hank, Skynyrd, and George Strait
Where's the girls?
'Bout to call 'em upward
A little southern drawl said, "Hey trouble what's up?
It's goin' down tonight
At present they're pulling upwardly
We got the jacked up trucks slap covered in mud
Bikini tops and Daisy Duke denim
Hoppin' out singing 'Outlaw Women' down on

Our side of the spinous wire
Money grows in rows
If it don't you're goin' broke
So we
We hang out by the bonfire
Just some skilful all boys having a dang skilful fourth dimension
We creepo it up
Downward hither
We get loud
Down here
Throwin' down in the muddied, dirty south
Down here
Be an all-nighter with the hippies and the hicks
Jocks and bikers, we all came....

Hell yes!

(Crowd Cheers)

Where my country folks at, man?
From the elevation to the bottom where my country folks at?
Sing information technology if you know it...

Come and do a piffling frog gigging, cow tipping
How 'bout a little skinny dippin', bass fishing
Take it like shooting fish in a barrel on the 'shine
And stay abroad from other boys' women
That'south one damn good way for a man to go it whooped down
These boys tough down hither
Become your ass tore upwardly down hither
And be an all-nighter with the hippies and the hicks
Jocks and bikers, we all came...
Come on

Our side of the spinous wire
Coin grows in rows
If information technology don't you're going broke
So we
We hang out by the bonfire
Just some skillful all boys having a dang practiced time
Nosotros creepo it up
Down here
We get loud
Down here
Throwin' down in the dirty, dingy due south
Down here
Be an all-nighter with the hippies and the hicks
Jocks and bikers, we all came to kick it in the sticks
Male child..