Chris Young: Lyrics

BEER OR GASOLINE
Ira Dean/David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble (BMI/ASCAP)

Two dollars shy of a five dollar bill
Last mile I pushed my truck uphill, about hurt me
I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it
Walked through the doors of the Last Chance Market
Have mercy, I was thirsty
Guy behind the counter said what's it gonna be
I Said, I don't know man, you tell me

Chorus:
It's a gallon of gas or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
Makes life complicated when it costs the same
It ain't no fun to do without one
But I'll do a lotta walking if my motor don't run
It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean
It's either beer or gasoline

I could feel that video camera watch me
Checking out the sale on the Old Milwaukee
Three bucks to my name
That cooler had every brand known to man
Tall boys, bottles, and aluminum cans
Ah, what a shame
And it's getting pretty bad when you finally discover
It all comes down to either one or the other

Repeat chorus

I could see where this is headed
And I'm tired of taking
Cold beer, unleaded
Hell, I'm walking

Repeat chorus

Beer or gasoline
It's a gallon of gas or a cold six pack
One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack
It ain't no fun to do without one
But I'll do a lotta walking if my motor don't run

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YOU'RE GONNA LOVE ME
Ashley Gorley/Bryan Simpson (ASCAP/BMI)

If you like a man who you can put your trust in
You don't have to worry where he's been
Then rest easy
Girl, you're gonna love me
And if you like to slow dance to old Keith Whitley
Long Sunday drives out in the Country
I'm your cup of tea
Girl, you're gonna love me

Chorus:
Come and rest your head against my chest
'Cause I'm the one for you
You don't have to look no more, your search is through

So, girl, if you like a handful of fresh wildflowers
A back run on a bad day, talking for hours
I'm good company
Girl, you're gonna love me

Repeat chorus

So, girl, if you like a big heart
That's in this for the long haul
Till we're rockin' on the front porch
And they're calling me papaw
Till the last breath you breathe
Girl, you're gonna love me

Just try it and see
Girl, you're gonna love me

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DRINKIN' ME LONELY
Chris Young, Larry Wayne Clark

I'm pushin' you away each time I pull up that old barstool
Drownin' you in every drop I drink
Tellin' you to go to hell, but I'm talkin' to myself
'Cause you're not around to hear what I think
I'm tryin' to teach my heart to hate you
But it ain't workin' right
Now the truth is I'm only
Drinkin' me lonely tonight

Chorus:
And Lord, it's more than just thirsty that I'm feelin' inside
'Cause these tears I've been cryin' have left me bone dry
I wish the bartender had a cure I could buy
But the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight

You said I'd have to choose between your love and this ol' barroom
I just laughed, but I guess you knew best
Who cares who's right or wrong tonight my better half is gone
And this whiskey's layin' claim to all that's left
So, I'll just order up another
And pretend I'm alright
When the truth is I'm only
Drinkin' me lonely tonight

Repeat Chorus

So, I'll just order up another
And pretend I'm alright
When the truth is I'm only
Drinkin' me lonely tonight

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WHITE LIGHTNING HIT THE FAMILY TREE
Brice Long/Ronnie Rogers (ASCAP/BMI)

It was the 31st gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses and Smiths
There were tables full of chicken
Taters, collard greens and grits
Well, it all took place at Hatie Lake State Park
Volleyball, fishing, badminton, yard darts
Aunt Irene said she'd never seen a turnout like this

It started with hand shakes
And lordy, how the babies have grown
As the sun got hotter, the day got to draggin' along
I saw Uncle Gene coming back from his car
With something clear as water in a mason jar
The lemonade got hearty and, Lordy, the party was on

Chorus:
That ol' boom box got louder and louder
Acting civilized didn't seem to matter
Everybody got to showin' their hiney including me
Lord, I'd never known Granny to take her a sip
But the words were slurring comin' off her lips
And it dawned on me
White lightning hit the family tree

Cousin Johnny was a Gator
Jimmy was a U.T. fan
And that football talk
Was quickly getting out of hand
Granny told Uncle Dave that she hated his guts
Got right up in his face, said your whole fam damily's nuts
Chicken legs got to flying and the whoop started hittin' the fan

Repeat chorus

That ol' park ranger jumped out of his car
Said listen here folks, it's gone a little too far
Tear it all down, pack it all up
Call it quits while there's still a little love

Yeah, I'd never known Granny to take her a sip
But the words were slurring comin' off her lips
And it dawned on me
White lightning hit the family tree
Yeah it dawned on me
White lightning hit the family tree

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LAY IT ON ME
Chris Young/Tim James (ASCAP)

Well, they say your kiss is like forbidden fruit
One taste of your sweet, strawberry lips
And I'll be hooked on you
They say one day just like a dog, you'll own me
I say lay it on me

I'm six foot four and tough as a man can be
I ain't scared of much, I'll buck right up
There's a fightin' side of me
They say I'll turn to putty and you'll mold me
Well, lay it on me

Chorus:
You might be more than I can stand
After all honey, I'm just one man
I might wind up sad, beat down and lonely
But I'm watchin' the way them jeans low ride
Your belly button ring and big blue eyes
And I can hardly wait for you to hold me
Come on and lay it on me

Well, that "born to break hearts" tattoo don't faze me
So, stroll your sweet self over here
And bring me to my knees
And we'll see who comes out on top, now won't we
Lay it on me

Repeat chorus

Well, lay down the law or lay it all on the line
Girl, I don't care as long as you lay your body next to mine
And if you're afraid of falling, darlin' don't be
Come on and lay it on me
I said lay it on me
Come on lay it on me

© 2006 Runnin' Behind Publishing (ASCAP) © 2006 3 Ring Music/Music Of Windswept/All rights o/b/o 3 Ring Music administered by Music Of Windswept (ASCAP) all rights reserved.  International copyright secured.  Used by permission.

BURN
Lee Thomas Miller/Danny Wells (BMI)

You take a wrong turn, drop the ball
Fall short, you labor in vain
Yeah, you choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in
Fall flat on your face
Yeah, that's everyday life
But sometimes...

Chorus:
You hit a good lick, the stars line up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break and you're sitting on top
Yeah, cream of the crop
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sitting in the dark
Waiting your turn
But every now and then you burn

You go a while in style, chest out, chin up
You're king for a day
And then reality hits like a fist, hits you hard
Steals your thunder away
And when it beats you down
The wheel spins around and...

Repeat chorus

You burn like a beacon, burn like a porch light
Burn like a blue star, burn like a bonfire
Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame
Burn like a match in a deep, dark cave
Like a midnight, mile high blaze

Repeat chorus

Yeah, you burn
Like a porch light, like a blue fire
You burn, burn, burn, burn

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SMALL TOWN BIG TIME
Chris Young/Tim James (ASCAP)

Hangin' out at the ol' park pool
Right after Sunday school
Banana boat, a rubber float
Another summer afternoon
Bonfire at the creek tonight
Bubba bringing some homemade wine
Just enough to catch a buzz
And get us country fried

Chorus:
Oh, my, my... that's just the way we do it
Cut-off Levi's and kickin' country music
Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits
And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time

Population 903
Half of them are kin to me
And those that ain't, they know my name
We're like one big family
We gather at that ol' campsite
To lie about the fish and their size
Uncle Carl and his old guitar
Singing "Louisiana Saturday Night"

Repeat chorus 2x

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FLOWERS
Monty Criswell/Billy Yates (BMI)

I should've took you dancing
A little candle light romancin' with roses
But I was high upon the bar stool
Yeah, I was such a blind fool...Now I know it
You won't believe how much I've changed since you left
It took losin' you for me to find myself

Oh I wish that you could see me
Steady hands without the whiskey, you'd be so proud
Got that job down at the factory
Brand new suit for Sunday and I'm in church now
It's been one year since I sat behind the bar
I went by the junkyard and they've still got our car

Chorus:
I still see you on your knees beggin' me not to drive
But I took away the keys and made you climb inside
And I'd take your place in this field of stone if I only had the power
Look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

Lord, I'd take your place in this field of stone
If I only had the power
Look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

Yeah, look what it took for me to finally bring you flowers

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CENTER OF MY WORLD
Chris Young/David Lee Murphy (ASCAP)

Little beads of light were dancing off the wall
Reflecting off a spinning crystal ball
In a dance hall down in Texas
Where time slowed to a crawl
Baby, it's just you holdin' onto me
In the middle of it all, oh girl

Chorus:
You're the center of my world
That place in my universe
To me, you're every dream I dream
The air I breathe, my everything
A ray of sunlight shining down
The point my life revolves around
It's like I live to love you, girl
You're the center of my world

My whole life changed the moment I met you
And here we are like Heaven only knew
There could be ten thousand people
Filling up this room
But in my mind, as far as I'm concerned
It's just me and you, oh girl

Repeat chorus

A ray of sunlight shining down
The point my life revolves around
It's like I live to love you, girl
You're the center of my world

© 2006 Runnin' Behind Publishing (ASCAP) © 2006 N2D Publishing Company, Inc./Old Desperados, LLC/admin. By Carol Vincent and Associates, LLC (ASCAP). All right reserved.  International Copyright Secured.  Used by permission.

I'M HEADED YOUR WAY, JOSE
Dallas Davidson/James T. Slater (BMI)

They're coming across the border by the thousands every day
Looking for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A.
Well, everybody's talking about the aliens invading
While I'm saving every dime for a Mexican vacation
Me, I'm headed your way, hasta luego Jose

Chorus:
You say hola, I'll say hi
When I pass you at the border, slap me a high five
You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here
Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer
Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
You can have the house and the bills I pay
Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A.
I'm headed your way, Jose

(Cuervo that is, lil' sunshine, some margaritas, Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichintza, I love that word)

Up here we work our ***es off just trying to get ahead but
You can't spend a dollar if you've worked yourself to death
From what I hear, your way of life is an afternoon siesta
Then back to work for a little while before an all night long fiesta
Me, I'm headed your way, well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade

Repeat chorus

(White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos, palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man Dos Equis)

You say hola, I'll say hi
When I pass you at the border, slap me a high five
You better pack a poncho 'cause you'll freeze your *** off here
Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer
Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
You can have the house and the bills I pay
Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade
I'm headed your way, Jose

(Yeah, I'm hitting the road, man give me a little burro to ride on, you can have my car, that gas is killing me, I tell you what I'll even sell you I tell you what I'll trade you my work boots for them sandals you're wearing no really c'mon Jose, give met your sandals)

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WHO'S GONNA TAKE ME HOME
Jim Collins/Tony Martin/Wendell Mobley (BMI)

Bartenders sittin' those shots on the bar
Those last two Jager bombs hit me hard
My best friend left and took the keys to my car
Who's gonna take me home
That dad-gum Jimmy, he took me out back
Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap
Now I remember why I quit all that
Who's gonna take me home

Chorus:
Well, I can't drive, I can't walk and I'm a little too high to crawl
I'll hold up this wall till I come down
Or the room stops spinning
Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute

Standing in the men's room, waiting on a stall
Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall
Hey, there's a few numbers I guess I could call
Who's gonna take me home...where's my cell phone

Repeat chorus

Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth
With the bachelorette all drinking vermouth
Lucky for me, there's just enough room

Well hello girls, next round's on me
Toast a few drinks to the bride-to-be
Close the town down and then we'll see
Who's gonna take me home

Yeah, who's gonna take me home
Yeah, who's gonna take me home

I can't drive, I can't walk
I'm too high to crawl
Who's gonna take me home

(Hey Dave, man... do you think when we're done closing down this bar, you could give me a ride home?  Alright, brother..)

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Added: September 25, 2006
New Artist Feature: Chris Young
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Beer or Gasoline
You're Gonna Love Me
Drinkin' Me Lonely
White Lightning Hit The Family Tree
Lay It On Me
Burn
Small Town Big Time
Flowers
Center Of My World
I'm Headed Your Way, Jose
Who's Gonna Take Me Home
Produced By: Buddy Cannon



Label: RCA Nashville



Release Date: Oct. 3, 2006
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