• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Till My Last Day - Justin Moore
• Small Town Usa - Justin Moore
• Redneck Side - Justin Moore
• Outlaws Like Me - Justin Moore
• Only Place I Call Home - Justin Moore
• My Kind Of Woman - Justin Moore
• Like There's No Tomorrow - Justin Moore
• If You Don't Like My Twang - Justin Moore
• If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away - Justin Moore
• I Could Kick Your Ass - Justin Moore
• How I Got To Be This Way - Justin Moore
• Hank It - Justin Moore
• Guns - Justin Moore
• Good Ole American Way - Justin Moore
• Flyin' Down A Back Road - Justin Moore
• Beer Time - Justin Moore
• Bed Of My Chevy - Justin Moore
• Bait A Hook - Justin Moore
• Backwoods - Justin Moore
• Back That Thing Up - Justin Moore

People say im just a rough boy
I ain't no good for you girl
It's dead end street, tryin to love me yeah I'll wreck your world.
I can see why they're all talkin, lookin back at my past. I've gotta bad name but man can change,I'm livin proof of that.
(Chorus)
Till my last day, till my last breath Of everyone that can, I can love you the best Till my last day, I'll be lovin you. All the way up till they lay me down, six feet under the cold hard ground. Till my last day, I'll be lovin you.
Baby I might meet all my friends Shoot the bull, have a beer or two. But you know I'll be the first one to leave in hurry to get to you. Somewhere deep inside your angel eyes, I found a place to rest.Don't ever doubt that I'll be around and baby don't you ever forget.
(Chorus)
Darlin yes i will.

A lot of people called it prison when I was growin' up
But these are my roots and this is what I love
'Cause everybody knows me and I know them
And I believe that's the way we we're supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day in small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side
A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of lights
Old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay here in small town USA
Around here people break there backs just to earn a buck
We ever get ahead but we have enough
I watch people leave and then come right back
I never wanted any part of that
And I'm proud to say that I love this place, good ole small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my side
David Allen Coe and a six pack of lights
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay, here in small town USA, oh yeah
I wouldn't trade one single day
Proud to say I love this place
Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
Sweet home Alabama and a six pack of lights
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay, yeah I'll be okay here in small town USA
Oh yeah, small town USA

She takes me to a party
Dressed up in city clothes
Pretendin I'm somebody
Everybody ought to know
But once I get a cold beer in my hand
There ain't no mistakin who I am
Chorus
I cant hide my redneck side
Its in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin a real good time
Oh I cant hide my redneck side
Went to meet her family
For a weekend in the sun
A big house on the ocean
Ya we were really havin fun
Till they caught me in the pool at 2 am
Wearin nuthin but a farmers tan
Chorus
I cant hide my redneck side
Its in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin a real good time
Oh I cant hide my redneck side
I like guitars in my music
Muscle in my cars
And I like girls that hang out in bars
No one can change the way they are
And I cant hide my redneck side
Its in my blood till the day I die
When I start havin a real good time
No I cant hide my redneck side
No I cant hide my red neck side
I cant hide my red neck side

I've been a rough houser
A good time sleep arounder
a Straight up whiskey pounder
till I don't know my name
I've been a church goer
a front pew bible holder
A cry on my momma's shoulder
when she saw me change
But each day's a choice
which one I'm gonna be
God Bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun
I pray for rain
I'd run a mile
to walk through pain
I've seen the worst
and I've seen the best that I can be
God Bless outlaws like me
I've been an SOBer
A night time bar room leaner
A go back and forth betweener
and that's the truth
And I've been a come home early
get to my girl in a hurry
At night so she didn't worry
I even said I love you
But each day's a choice
of lovin her or livin free
God Bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun
I pray for rain
I'd run a mile
to walk through pain
I've seen the worst
and I've seen the best that I can be
God Bless outlaws like me
I curse the sun
I pray for rain
I'd run a mile to walk through pain
I've seen the worst
and I've seen the best man I can be
God Bless outlaws
God Bless outlaws
God Bless outlaws like me

Well I was baptized at the Baptist church
And my old man taught me 'bout a hard day's work
I learned how to love, learned how to fight
It's where we keep our cash in a dresser drawer
Underneath the forty-four
And if we do you wrong we damn sure make it right
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It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still
flows
It's the only place that I call home
Your word is good on a handshake
Preacher still talks about a judgment day
People gonna stop when a funeral passes by
We say "yes sir" and say "yes ma'am"
Answer the call from Uncle Sam
Hit a bully in the nose if he crosses the line
Chorus:
It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still
flows
It's the only place that I call home
My roots are buried deep here in this little town
And one of these days it's where they'll put me in the
ground
Chorus:
It's the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It's where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still
flows
It's the only place that I call home

She likes a ice cold bud pressed against her hand,
Standin on the porch lookin across our land,
Seeing a bass hit that top water,
Knew that was my kind of woman the first time I Saw her.
Chorus
She looks good on tractor, good in my truck.
Good on our bed when the sun comes up, she's good with a canepole, good with
A gun. Well it's cornbread and sweet tea where she's from, she's my kind of
Woman good as they come.
She'd rather be on a lake than in the mall.
Or in a duck blind at daylight blowin that call.
She likes to get hogwild in the middle of the day,
Yeah! My kind of woman likes to roll in the hay.
Chorus
She looks good on tractor, good in my truck,
Good on my bed when the sun comes up, she's good with a cane-pole, good with
A gun. it's Cornbread and sweet tea where she's from, she's my kind of woman
Good as they come.
She looks good on tractor, good in my truck.
Good on my bed when the sun comes up, she's good with a Zebco, good with a
Gun,
Cornbread and sweet tea where she's from, she's my kind of woman good as they
Come.
She's my kind of woman good as they come.
She hunts, fishing and looks good in camouflage.

I worked hard all week
But now you're here with me
Starin' up at a summer sky
A blanket in the truck bed
Just give me the go ahead
Cause we've got plenty of tim
CHORUS
The crickets are singin' a country moon is shinin'
And I can see that fire that's burnin' in your eyes and
All I wanna do is lay you down and love you
Like there's no tomorrow tonight
Let me whisper in your ear
Make my intentions clear
We'll just be gettin' started come midnight
Get in the rhythm
Nobody's near and listenin'
It's just me and you for miles and miles
REPEAT CHORUS
The crickets are singin' a country moon is shinin'
And I can see that fire little baby that's burnin' in your eyes and
All I wanna do is lay you down and love on you
Like there's no tomorrow tonight

Don't you dare throw that beer can, stand in the back and cover your ears
Go sit in the car, till the show is over if you don't like what you hear
Brother maybe you're in the wrong place, if you don't like a rowdy crowd
We're about to get drunk, and go country on ya
Yeah, it's about to get loud
No I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang
I've been singin and playin this guitar
Since I was twelve years old
It took me from a porch, to the Opry, to the radio, to a whole lot of
Records sold
Well we must be doin somethin right, cause we packed it out again
So don't let the door hit you in the ass, you can tell all your friends
No I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang
I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it down in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah it's the way I sing
So I don't care if you don't like my twang

Every day I drive to work across Flint River bridge
A hundred yards from the spot where me and grandpa
fished
There's a piece of his old fruit stand on the side of
Sawmill Road
He'd be there peelin' peaches if it was twenty years
And what I wouldn't give
To ride around in that old truck with him
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd pack up the kids and go for the day
Introduce them to their grandpa
Watch 'em laugh at the way he talks
I'd find my long lost cousin John
The one we left back in Vietnam
Show him a picture of his daughter now
She's a doctor and he'd be proud
Then tell him we'd be back in a couple of days
In the rear view mirror we'd all watch 'em wave
Yeah, and losing them wouldn't be so hard to take
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd hug all three of those girls we lost from the class
of '99
And I'd find my bird dog Bo and take him huntin' one
more time
I'd ask Hank why he took those pills back in '53
And Janis to sing the second verse of "Me and Bobby
McGee"
Sit on a cloud and visit for a while
It'd do me good just to see them smile
If heaven wasn't so far away
I'd pack up the kids and go for the day
Introduce them to their grandpa
Watch 'em laugh at the way he talks
I'd find my long lost cousin John
The one we left back in Vietnam
Show him a picture of his daughter now
She's a doctor and he'd be proud
Then tell him we'd be back in a couple of days
In the rear view mirror we'd all watch 'em wave
Yeah, and losing them wouldn't be so hard to take
If heaven wasn't so far
If heaven wasn't so far
If heaven wasn't so far away
So far away

you got your million bucks
you got your flashy sports car
you got your trophy girls
man you think you're a star
you got your teeth bleached
you like to play the rich game
yeah you think you're a cowboy
the new Jesse James
But i could kick your ass
i could jack your jaw
put you flat in the dirt boy
yeah i'd have a ball
so go ahead and act tough
like you're John Wayne's son
but things can change fast
i could kick your ass
try to steal my girl
you better bring your big friend
another one or two
cause you're gonna need them
you're a little too small
to be callin' me names
i'm bout to knock that smurkie little grin
right off of your face
i could kick your ass
i could jack your jaw
put you flat in the dirt boy
yeah i'd have a ball
so go ahead and act tough
like you're John Wayne's son
but things can change fast
i could kick your ass
(awe how bout it boys)
yeah i could kick your ass
i could jack your jaw
put you flat in the dirt boy
hell i'd have a ball
so go ahead and act tough
like you're John Wayne's son
but things can change fast

How I Got To Be This Way
I rolled my Daddy’s truck off the Dicksonville curve
After drinkin’ my fifth beer
And I fed hogs tryin’ to pay him off
For most of my senior year
I got my jaw jacked by a big ol’ boy
For messing ‘round with his girlfriend
She was tall and tight and she kissed just right
But I’ll never do that again
Chorus
Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way
I’ve been kicked in the face by a horse
Cause I ran up too fast behind him
And I shook hands on a deal with a man
And found out he was lyin’
I’ve broken a couple of good girl’s hearts
Cause I’ve said I loved ‘em knowin’ I couldn’t
And I’ve given my heart to a woman
Who said she’d stay when I knew she wouldn’t
Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way
I’ve been bit I’ve been burned but I’ve lived and I’ve learned from it
I’ve made some mistakes but that’s what it takes
To make a man out of a kid
Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way
Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way
That’s how I got to be this
How I got to be this
How I got to be this way

Lot of things a country boy learns in life
How to shoot a gun and how to use a knife
But when I pulled into Hershey, PA
I took my guitar up on the big stage
That night I did the best i could
Me and the boys played pretty darn good
Then I took myself out, sat in the crowd
and learned how bocephus shakes 'em down
You gotta hank it
you cant sip whiskey gotta drank it
Push it up to ten and crank it
if you wanna keep your woman gotta spank it
if you aint got a boat you gotta bank it
live it just like he sings it
you gotta hank it
There was a smokin little blonde sittin next to me
said how'd you make it here from tennessee
Shemust have been late and didnt catch my show
But when you play at seven thats the way it goes
So I tipped my hat and we sang along
To where have all my rowdy friends gone
I climbed up on the bus after the show
Had a shot of Jim Beam and we hit the road
You gotta hank it
you cant sip whiskey gotta drank it
Push it up to ten and crank it
if you wanna keep your woman gotta spank it
if you aint got a boat you gotta bank it
live it just like he sings it
you gotta hank it
You gotta hank it
you cant sip whiskey gotta drank it
Push it up to ten and crank it
if you wanna keep your woman gotta spank it
if you aint got a boat you gotta bank it
live it just like he sings it
you gotta hank it

I started out with a .410, then moved to a .20 gauge.
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name.
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years old.
When I was eight I used a muzzle loader to kill my first doe.
These days I go down to Wal-Mart and they set 'em in the back.
Some people wanna take 'em away, why don't you go bust them boys that sellin' crack.
Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks.
Come on man it ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gunna tell you once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my guns.
If there ever was a time we need 'em,
I'd say it be today.
When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV and walk out of Guantanamo Bay.
I just try to do the right thing and raise my family in this land.
Treating me like you want to be treated and that's what I call a man.
If we don't have 'em, what do we do. Tell me where we gunna go.
Somebody breaks into my house, I'm gunna need my Colt .44.
Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks.
Come on man it, ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gunna tell you once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my guns.
Listen.
Guns. Whether Remingtons or Glocks.
Come on man, it ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gunna tell once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
And I'm still breathing,
You wont take my guns.

Wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me
Don't belive in politically correct
You wanna a piece me better have a set
A rifle and a four wheel drive is all I need
Small mouth bass on the end of a hook
Daddy read from the good book
Chorus:
I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way
Got sense enough to know things change
But the little man's getting screwed today
Somebody with a backbone please stand up
Oh we worked so hard to get this far
Now we're forgetting who we are
Hell, we tolerate everything and just call it love
Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong
Somebody's gotta sing this song
Chorus:
I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way
I wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell

I've been on the grand ole opry
I've played a show with zz top
Went on tour with skynyrd and man they still rock
Shot the bull with bocephus, before he climbed up on his jet
Played south florida with alan jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good...
[Chorus]
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of jack in my coke
Catchin' brim on a zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Flyin' down a back road
Up there in Des Moines
They knew my songs line by line
I just stood there in the fake smoke
Another dream came true that night
I've seen so many places, I thought I'd never see
All the way from california to as far as you could go east
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good...
[Chorus]
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of jack in my coke
Catchin' brim on a zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Flyin' down a back road
I'm a lucky man, I gotta real good life
With all the things I've done nothin' gets me as high as flyin' down a back
Road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of jack in my coke
Catchin' brim on a zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a sunday meal
And huggin' my mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road

Bird dog just had her puppies
that's a hundred dollars cash apiece
This ol boy struck it country rich
Atleast for a couple of weeks
I owe my daddy that 50 spot
And the muffler shop the rest
But daddy and bubba's gonna have to waiibe got an empty ice chest
Boys it's beer time
This whole towns dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a twelve pack in a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time
I heard bocephus was coming to town and I still had a little cash
I bought me a couple of nose bleed tickets
Way up in the back
It chilled me to the bone when he sang got
A shotgun rifle and a fourwheel drive
Crowd went crazy and I told my baby
It was worth every dime
Now it's beer time
Hear Hank play live country boy can survive
I need something cold
When the show ends party with my rowdy friends
Hell of a weekend
I ain't ready to go
Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights
It's beer time
Boys it's beer time
This whole towns dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a twelve pack in a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time
It's 5 o'clock Friday afternoon
And it's beer time
Yeah the fish are bitin in a honeyhole

Bed Of My Chevy lyrics
We can pop a top on a bottle of boons. Grab a front row seat to a big full moon.
Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field.
Find a star we can call our own. Watch the lightning bugs 'till they're gone.
Light a fire of passion or lay real still.
In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town,
we can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down.
I can show you how much I Love you if you let me.
Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little words I've never said.
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy.
In the bed of my Chevy.
Baby slide off your boots down to your bare feet.
Those cut offs and tan lines are killin' me.
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder, we'll stay awhile.
Steal a little kiss as the whiperwills, sing to the trees with a southern feel.
We can sit on the tailgate and wait till it feels right.
In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town,
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down.
I can show you how much I Love you if you let me.
Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little words I've never said.
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy.
In the bed of my Chevy.
In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town,
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down.
I can show you how much I Love you if you'll let me.
Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little words I've never said.
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy.
In the bed of my Chevy.

I heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks
I heard he's got a Prius 'cause he's into being green
My buddy said he saw y'all eating that sushi stuff
Baby that don't sound like you, that don't sound like love
Sounds like it sucks
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
Ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line
but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I ain't even worried you'll come running back
He can't even bait a hook
Has he kissed you in a hay field as a summer rain falls down
Has he took you to meet his mama back in his hometown
Does he drive the interstate or does he take them ol' back roads
Can he melt your heart with a country song every good ol' boy should know
I didn't think so
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
Ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line
but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I ain't even worried you'll come running back
He can't even bait a hook
It won't be that long
Til you start getting bored
I'll be smiling on the river
Reeling in one more
He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
Ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line
but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I ain't even worried 'cause you'll come running back
He can't even bait a hook
No baby I ain't even worried
He can't even bait a hook