Billy Currington

Don’t You Hate Hearing That Clock On The Wall Chimmin’, Sayin’ It’s Time, And, Don’t You Just Wish We Could Stay Right Here Together, All Day Long, You Know It Wouldn’t Be A Crime If We, Crawled Back Into Bed, Got As Close As We Could Get, Tried To Figure Out Where This Thing Is…

I Don’t Wanna Rush This Thing I Don’t Wanna Jump The Gun I Really Wanna Say Those Three Little Words But I’m Gonna Bite My Tongue Yeah, I’m Just Gonna Lay On Back Leave It On Cruise Control I’m Gonna Hold It All Inside Till The Right Time Comes Down The Road I Got A…

I Wasn’t Born For Diggin Deep Holes I’m Not Made For Pavin Long Roads I Aint Cut Out To Climb High Line Poles But I’m Pretty Good At Drinkin Beer I’m Not The Type To Work In A Bank I’m No Good At Slappin On Things Don’t Have A Knack For Makin Motors Crank, No…

I Remember Looking Up To Look Up To Him And I Remember Most The Time He Wasn’t There I’d Be Waiting At The Door When He Got Home At Night He’d Pass Me By To Go To Pass Out In His Chair And I’d Say Walk A Little Straighter Daddy You’re Swaying Side To Side…

There’s A Little Moonlight, Dancin On The Sand There’s A Warm Breeze Blowin By The Ocean As Your Takin My Hand You Need To Know, Where I’m Standin Now That I’m Right On The Edge Of Givin In To Ya Baby Its A Long Way Down If I Fall, Can Ya Let Me Down Easy…

(a) I’ve Been Your Lover, I’ve Been Your Friend I’ve Been Your Faithful One-(g)-woman (a) Man I’ve Been Your Diamond In The Rough Now You Say You Wanna (g) Polish Me (a) Up (a) Why, Why, Why Do You Wanna Change Me Now? Ain’t (g) I The One You Loved Everything About? You (d) Might…

This Old Man And Me, Were At The Bar And We Were Having Us Some Beers And Swappin’ I Dont Cares Talking Politics, Blonde And Redhead Chicks Old Dogs And New Tricks, And Habits We Aint Kicked We Talked About Gods Grace, And All The Hell We Raised Then I Heard The Ol’ Man Say…

A Woman Is A Mystery A Man Just Cant Understand Sometimes All It Takes To Please Her Is The Touch Of Your Hand N’ Other Times You Got To Take It Slow And Hold Her All Night Long Heaven Knows There’s So Many Ways A Man Can Go Wrong ** Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right…

They Wake Up In The Morning And They Drink Their Coffee Black They Love Their Woman One Beat Shy Of A Heart Attack On The Way To Work They Might Stop By A Fishin’ Hole That’s How Country Boys Roll Yeah, They Work, Work, Work, All Week Til The Job Gets Done Weekends They Bar-b-que…

Don’t Worry, Baby, Sometimes Things Change Nothin’ We Can Do About It Now, No Way This Doesn’t Come Easy, But That’s Just Life We Can’t Keep Pretendin’ Everything’s Alright We Told Each Other It Was Love Before The Simple Truth Is It Just Ain’t No More The Bells Stop Ringin’, The Music Won’t Play The…