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LONG BLACK CADILLAC
Written by Kyle Jennings and Kevin Post

I’ve got the pedal to the metal kickin’ back behind the wheel
Towin’ that purple sunset Lordy in a Long Dark Coupe De Ville
My baby’s right here beside me her pretty legs up on the dash
Tearin’ down this highway blarin’ out the soul of Johnny Cash
I’ve got the pride of Detroit City in my hands
Starin’ out the windshield at the promise land

I’m gonna follow where this road takes me
Even if it never brings me back
Break a couple rules somewhere along the way
I’ll take it where I can because
I know it wasn’t meant to last
When I go I hope they come take me away
In a long black Cadillac

They said the way I was livin I wouldn’t make past 25
Well 30 is just around the bend and I’ve never felt so alive
And as long as this roads winding I’m gonna keep on keepin’ on
Live my life out loud until the Good Lord calls me home
When I reach that dead end somewhere down the line
Just close the lid and load me up inside

I’m gonna follow where this road takes me
Even if it never brings me back
Break a couple rules somewhere along the way
I’ll take it where I can because
I know it wasn’t meant to last
When I go I hope they come take me away
In a long black Cadillac

I’m gonna follow where this road takes me
Even if it never brings me back
Break a couple rules somewhere along the way
I’ll take it where I can because
I know it wasn’t meant to last
When I go I hope they come take me away
In a long black Cadillac


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Northern Lights and Southern Comfort
Written by Kyle Jennings

There’s a place up in the woods where the hunting and the fishing is good
And there’s a sky full of light in the deep dark of the night
And there’s a taste of New Orleans in a jar that my daddy left me
If there’s heaven on earth well I’ve found it here tonight

In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
Kicking back in the lap of the promise land here tonight
In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
A little Southern comfort leaves a country boy feeling right

I’ve got a cabin tucked back in the hills and a garden out behind the still
There’s a wood burning stove and a lake that fills my plate
It might not sound like I’m livin’ first class but with Aurora Borealis
And a little shot of So-Co I’ve got it made

In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
Kicking back in the lap of the promise land here tonight
In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
A little Southern comfort leaves a country boy feeling right

I’ve got my boots pushed up my hat pulled down and a long cold glass of cheer
I’ve got a big cigar my old guitar and we’re all gonna sit right here

In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
Kicking back in the lap of the promise land here tonight
In the Northern lights and Southern comfort
A little Southern comfort leaves a country boy feeling right
And I’m a feeling right

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SOMETIMES THE BEST MEMORIES (AREN’T MEMORIES AT ALL)
Written by Kyle Jennings

I woke up this morning not sure what to think
A face full of marker my pants at my feet
The signs of a good time that I can’t recall
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

Last night she was gorgeous and so full of charm
But this morning Chewbacca was cuddled up on my arm
I don’t know how this happened but I hope no one saw
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

It must have been fun everyone is still here
Surrounded by half empty bottles of beer
Last night’s a bit foggy but I’m better off
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

They say I got naked and jumped off the roof
Trying to cannonball into the pool
I guess I came up short and back-smacked the lawn
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

It must have been fun everyone is still here
Surrounded by half empty bottles of beer
Last night’s a bit foggy but I’m better off
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

When the nights hard to swallow we drink to forget
Because what we can’t remember we can’t regret

It must have been fun everyone is still here
Surrounded by half empty bottles of beer
Last night’s a bit foggy but I’m better off
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all

No one can remember so no ones at fault
Sometimes the best memories aren’t memories at all


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WHATEVER IT IS
Written by Zac Brown

She’s got eyes that cut you like a knife
And lips that taste like sweet red wine
And her pretty legs go to heaven everytime

She’s got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
She’s got a devastating smile knock a grown man to his knees

She’s got whatever it is that blows me away
She’s everything I want to say to a woman
But I couldn’t find the words to say
She’s got whatever it is I don’t know what to do
And every time I try to tell her how I feel
It comes out I love you she’s got whatever it is

Now I’ve never been the kind to ever want em to stay
I’d bring em home at night and they’re gone the next day
But that all changed when she walked into my life

People ask me what it is I tell em I don’t know
There’s just something bout the woman makes my heart go haywire
She’s gonna be my wife

She’s got whatever it is that blows me away
She’s everything I want to say to a woman
But I couldn’t find the words to say
She’s got whatever it is I don’t know what to do
And every time I try to tell her how I feel
It comes out I love you she’s got whatever it is

When you love me girl that’s how I feel
When you love me I’m on top of the world
When you love me I can live forever
When you love me I am untouchable

You got whatever it is that blows me away
You’re everything I want to say to woman but I couldn’t find the words to say
You’ve got whatever it is I don’t know what to do
And every time I try to tell you how I fell it comes out I love you
You got whatever it is
You got whatever it is

THERE’S NO RIGHT WAY TO DO THE WRONG THING
Written by Kyle Jennings

I was gentle as I could be when she gave herself to me
But as I held her I was really letting go
I didn't love her like I should and though I always thought I could
Something kept my heart from letting my love show
Then one night I left her standing in the rain
Wrapped up in a blanket soaked in pain
In my rearview I watched her slowly fade away
There's no right way to do the wrong thing

Further down the road broken lost and cold
I took a detour past the point of no return
The errors that I faced left a hollow mournful taste
Long before they told me I was wrong
I pulled the trigger on some guy at a roadside store
Before I knew it I was running out the door
Sack full of money but so empty and ashamed
There’s no right way to do the wrong thing

For all the times I could have went the other way
There were all the sleepless nights inside that cage
Seasons of regret left the years upon my face
Now I’m prayin that it’s not too late

Finally at last I think I’ve left behind my past
And the man that took so much and loved so few
For the live that I’d been livin
It’s hard to think I’d be forgiven
But that’s just what I have learned from this old pew
They tell me all my sins are washed away
Glory to the sacrifice He made
A lesson learned a blessing earned the hard way
There’s no right way to do the wrong thing


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BALLAD OF A MAN NAMED DAD
Written by Kyle Jennings

I was on a family trip when I was 10 years old
With my mom and dad to see a country show
Alabama was playin’ at the Buck Lake Ranch
It was a hundred degrees and the sun was goin down
And my ice cream had just done flopped on the ground
So I was eatin’ what was left of the cone that was still in my hand

We were standing around waitin for the show to start
Just outside of this little park
Folks were comin’ in from everywhere to find their seats
Then somewhere in the rush of the hillbilly crowd
Came this rumble that damn near shook the whole ground
That’s when it started and boy I never will forget

Well this motley of a crew was raisin’ up a fit
They had tattoos and scars and they were cussin’ and spittin’
That’s when my old man said, “fellas, we’ve got a family over here”
They all kinda stared at each other a while
Right about then I saw one of ‘em smile
Then they all broke out in laughter and burst into tears

Yeah they sure got a kick out of my poor old dad
In his brand new Dockers and his shirt of plaid
But getting their kicks was just what they were looking for anyway
They stood up together and they all gathered round
And they took turns lookin’ my dad up and down
Then one monster of a man said what you gonna do about it

Now my dad had a legend the size of Alaska
He was known for kickin’ ass from here to Nebraska
But since becomin’ a family man he’d settled down a little bit
He wasn’t very big but his faith was strong
And he’d been slingin lumber for God knows how long
And you just knew this wasn’t gonna turn out like it should

You could tell by the look he had in his eye
He knew to walk away but he just couldn’t this time
And you could almost feel his blood as it began to boil
He turned to us and said go wait in the car
Then mom said Gary now we’ve come too far
Let’s just go find a seat sit down and enjoy the show

Well he turned back to glance at the group then he reckoned
Just go on to the car this won’t take but a second
That was it and momma she just took me by the hand
I remember thinking what the hell’s he doin’
It’s 10 against one who’s he think he’s foolin’
Then what happened next as they say is history

We walked towards the lot he walked into hell
And before I could blink the first one fell
And they swallowed him up like a pack of wild hyenas
There was a clang and a crash and I heard a bottle break
Then somehow one old boy ended up with a rake
And with a flick of the wrist dad stuck it where the sun don’t shine

It sounded like applause coming from a dust cloud
And for a second I was worried he might not make it out
Then I heard “YOU SON OF A BITCH” and I knew he was doin just fine
Fists were swingin’ and elbows were flailin’
And when it was all said and done those bikers were high tailin
And a big blur of leather passed us like a bat out of hell

We had just reached the car when mom turned around
And the dust was just settlin’ back to the ground
And there stood dad in a graveyard of kicked ass
It happened so fast we barely unlocked the van
It was over and done by the time it began
So we just locked it right back up and headed back towards dad

There were a couple hundred yards between us and him
As we got close the scene looked pretty grim
There were 6 or 7 bodies laid out there on the ground
He had a little scratch right there on his chin
And there was quite a bit of blood but none of it was his
I couldn’t help but notice that his shirt was still tucked in

The transformation is what took me a back
He gave us a hug and just like that
We were headed off towards the stage and not a word was said
The show was a hit everyone loved the band
But all I could do was just stare at my old man
Replay that whole scenario again in my head

Needless to say from that day on
It didn’t take a lot for me to have my homework done
Or the trash cleaned or the lawn mowed or the house painted up
It was strait A’s from there on out
I said yes ma’am and sir and kept watch of my mouth
I did everything I could to make sure I stayed on his good side

That’s about it as far as I can remember
I still can’t get over the wrath of his temper
Boy if you could have only seen the things I saw that day
To know him now hell you wouldn’t believe me
He’s a man of few words with his heart on his sleeve
But I’m givin’ you all fair warning what lies beneath

He’d much rather love you if you choose to let him
But you can bet he’ll beat you if you ever bet him
He’s a soft-hearted soul with an anvil for a right hand
Now the years have flown and dad’s a little older
But there’s still a lot of fire in those Centrum silver shoulders
And if you think his day has passed you’re on your own


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ONE HEARTACHE AWAY
Written by Kyle Jennings

You say you want to love me well girl I feel the same
It’d be nice to find a someone who’s not into playin’ games
Cause she just up and left me when my heart for her was true
Now I’m one heartache away from loving you

If timing’s anything in love well I guess I just can’t win
Just when I fell into her she fell into him
Now you may be that someone who can make my dreams come true
But I’m one heartache away from loving you

I’m just one heartache away from loving you
One lonely shade of love away from this heart being blue
You came along and just in time
But til I leave this hurt behind
I’m one heartache away from loving you

You show up with no warning in your fancy Chevrolet
Askin’ me to share an autumn sunset by the lake
I’d love to be beside you underneath that harvest moon
But I’m one heartache away from lovin’ you

I’m just one heartache away from loving you
One lonely shade of love away from this heart being blue
You came along and just in time
But til I leave this hurt behind
I’m one heartache away from loving you

Just be patient and you’ll find
The kind of love you’d had in mind
I’m one heartache away from lovin’ you
I’m just one heartache away from lovin’ you


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ONEY
Written by Johnny Cash

After twenty nine long years of working in this shop
With Oney standin’ over me
Today when that old whistle blows I’ll check in all my gear
And I’ll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said they’ve planned my little get together
Then he said I’d never made it if ole Oney
Hadn’t held me to the fire

I’ve seen him in my dreams at night
And woke up in the mornin’ feeling tired
And ole Oney don’t remember when I came here
How he tried to get me fired
With his folded hands behind him
Every mornin’ Oney waited at the gate
Where he’d rant and rave like I committed murder
Clockin’ in five minutes late

Well today they’ll gather round me like I’ve seen em do
When any man retires
And old Oney’s going to tell me from now on
I’m free to do what I desire
He’ll present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man in times like this
But there’s one thing he’s not countin’ on
Today’s the day I give ‘ole Oney his

I’ve been working building muscle
Oney’s just been standin’ round and getting soft
And today about 4:30
I’ll make up for every good night’s sleep I’ve lost
When I’m gone I’ll be remembered as the workin’ man
That put his point across
With a right hand full of knuckles
Cause today I show ole Oney who’s the boss

You Can Hear The Ryman Cry
Words and Music by Kyle Jennings, Del Miller, and Billy Holt

At a brand new bar in Nashville
With a bright new neon sign
Where they think they have the answer
To the changing of the times
I ordered up a whiskey and took a look around
But there was something missing so headed back downtown

I jumped in my old pickup and I drove down music row
Where the streets of country music are no longer paved with gold
I made my way through Broadway where the legends used to roam
I could hear the heartache but I couldn’t feel the soul

I can hear that whistle blowing but I still don’t see the train
Those stars are brightly shining but they ain’t up on that stage
It could be my imagination or legends deep inside
But if you listen closely you can hear the Ryman cry

Her walls are filled with memories
But there’s a hollow spot inside
Where the flame was left to ember
In the torch they left behind
Time and treasured loved ones were lost along the way
All you hear are echoes from their songs of yesterday

I can hear that whistle blowing but I still don’t see the train
Those stars are brightly shining but they ain’t up on that stage
It could be my imagination or legends deep inside
If you listen closely you can hear the Ryman cry

You can catch the sounds of Lefty, Hank Williams, and George Jones
Every time that haunted wind of the Grand Ole Opry blows





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Can I Run In The Dark (and Still Walk In The Light)
Written by Kyle Jennings

I’ve watched the best years of my life reflect off a whiskey glass
I don’t see much future in the image of my past
I love the life I’ve made but that don’t make it right and I wonder
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

I’ve been running hard and fast ever since I can recall
Leaning on the late night life a woman’s touch and alcohol
Praying what’s inside my heart can overcome what’s on my mind tell me
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

Can I still count on heaven for all the things that I’ve done wrong
Will Jesus hold place inside for this lost soul to tag along
I know I don’t deserve forgiveness but Lord I can’t afford to hide so I’m asking
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

I’ve learned I can’t escape my conscience so I’ve come to face my fears
This battle that I fight inside myself will never disappear
I still thank heaven every morning but I still give it hell most every night so tell me
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

Can I still count on heaven for all the things that I’ve done wrong
Will Jesus hold place inside for this lost soul to tag along
I know I don’t deserve forgiveness but Lord I can’t afford to hide so I’m asking
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

Lord I’m stumbling through the gray between black and white
Can I run in the dark and still walk in the light

Amen



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Out In The Parking Lot
Words and Music by Guy Clark and Darrell Scott

Sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck
Drinkin' Old Crow whiskey and hot 7-up
Out in the parking lot

You can hear the band playin' right through the walls
And there ain't no cover charge there ain't no last call
Out in the parking lot

Oh I love to see the neon dance across the gravel
Love to hear them pickup trucks come unraveled

Look at there
There's a couple of cowboys puttin' up their dukes
Oh there really wasn't much to it after both of them puked
Out in the parking lot

And there's another couple who couldn't wait to get home
They're probably in love so let's leave em alone
Out in the parking lot

Now some have got the blues some have got the grins
Some have given up and some have given in
Looks like everybody's lookin' for a friend
Out in the parking lot

And now the night is over they've turned out all the lights
The dust begins to settle and it's never been so quiet
Out in the parking lot

Shine
Words and Music by Waylon Jennings

My friends never understodd my rough and rowdy ways
They think I'm the only hell my daddy ever raised
But I'm gonna shine
Shine shine shine see me shine
With a little luck and a greenback dollar
You're gonna see me shine

Here's to the ones who do believe is disbelief somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars Lord if they could see me know
See me shine
Shine shine shine see me shine
With a little luck and a greenback dollar
You're gonna see me shine

I don't need fancy ladies wasting up my time
Give me tender love and care and the one that's mine
She makes me shine
Shine shine shine see me shine
With a little luck and a greenback dollar
You're gonna see me shine

I like living easy I like being free
Living free and easy brings out the best in me
Makes me shine
Shine shine shine see me shine
With a little luck and a greenback dollar
You're gonna see me shine

I'm Gettin' Too Old For This
Words and Music by Ben Hagslip and Matt Hendricks

I thought I'd grow up when I got grown
This itchin' to kick it up would just get gone
Most of the time I act my age
But there's a part of me I know will never change

When the good time get a little too good
My wild side comes out of the woods
I can't stop the fuse once it's been lit
I know there'll be a price to pay
For all the hell and the ruckus I raise
One of these days I'm gonna learn when to quit
I'm gettin' too old for this

Ain't nothing like good friends and a jar of shine
Underneath a starlit sky on a Saturday night
With some backwoods girls dancing in the bed of my truck
We've been know to watch the sun come up

When the good time get a little too good
My wild side comes out of the woods
I can't stop the fuse once it's been lit
I know there'll be a price to pay
For all the hell and the ruckus I raise
One of these days I'm gonna learn when to quit
I'm gettin' too old for this

I know there'll come a time when I have to shut her down
But it aint' gonna be no time soon and sure as hell ain't gonna be right now

Cause when the good time get a little too good
My wild side comes out of the woods
I can't stop the fuse once it's been lit
I know there'll be a price to pay
For all the hell and the ruckus I raise
One of these days I'm gonna learn when to quit
I'm gettin' too old for this