Showing posts with label Eric Church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eric Church. Show all posts

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Talladega Lyrics - Eric Church



It was the summer before the real world started and,
The deal was we would get to go, if we
Cleaned it up, and got it running,
Daddy's old Winnebago.

Wing and a prayer down 65,
Five best friends on four bald tires,
I can still see Billy smiling
When we finally made it.

To Talladega, boys raised up,
Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up,
Slowing down and cars that go real fast,

We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.

Like a storm, time rolls on,
You can't hit pause as we just did.
Most days in life don't stand out,
But life's about those days that will, like,

Rocking rando, getting rowdy,
Shooting roman candles at the man in the moon,
til the Alabama sun was breaking.

Over Talladega, boys raised up,
Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up,
Slowing down and cars that go real fast,

We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.

When the winds go cold and it blows October,
I think about us shoulder to shoulder,
Like those cars my thoughts roll over and over and over,
In my mind.

Tonight I'm in Talladega, boys raised up,
Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up,
Slowing down and cars that go real fast,

We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.

Monday, December 22, 2014

The Outsiders Lyrics - Eric Church


They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint

That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The Outsiders, The Outsiders

Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back

That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll

Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil higher

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh


[Interlude]


We’re the bad news
We’re the young guns
We’re the ones that they told you to run from
Yeah, the player’s gonna play, and a haters gonna hate
And a regulators born to regulate
When it hits the fan, and it all goes down
And the gloves come off
You’re gonna find out just

Who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll

Our backs to the wall 
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders

We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire 'em up and get a lil higher

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
You’re gonna know who we are


[Interlude]


Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh


[Interlude]


That’s who we are.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Cold One Lyrics - Eric Church


It was a perfect day for the end of May, they say a record high
I stared at that green water when out of the blue out of surprise
She had her feet up on the cooler as she put our love on ice
She grabbed a beer, said, "I'm out of here," and walked out of my life

That was a cold one, I never will get back
Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer short of a twelve pack?
She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun
Damn babe, that was a cold one

It ain't the first time, or last time I watched love walk out
But it's damn sure the one time I still ain't forgot about
I still like to drink a beer but a long neck I won't do
Cause every time I see one sweating, man, I break out in one too

That was a cold one, I never will get back
Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer short of a twelve pack?
She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun
Damn babe, that was a cold one.