A Country Balladeer - John Williamson

I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna see my ex-girl I don't wanna worry 'bout findin' me my next girlfriend At the bar, where they charge your right arm for a cold can of PBR Yeah, I don't wanna watch the news, I don't wanna pick the phone up Don't wanna sit in traffic with an empty can of Long Cut I've been doin' what I should be doin' and I'm losin' my Dodge Ram mind 'Cause I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country-ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country ass goin' fishin' Yeah, I just wanna drink a beer, I just wanna get a line wet Let the sun put some more red on my neck Wave at the girls on their rental pontoons While my bass boat speakers go boom, boom 'Cause I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country-ass goin' fishin' Don't wanna shake no hands or tuck my shirt in Pardon my French, Mama, if you're listenin' But I just wanna do country-ass shit With my country-ass friends, with my country-ass band Havin' to make them dollar bills, y'all Ask me how my country ass feels, y'all Between workin' it off and gettin' it chewed There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it 'Cause me and my country-ass goin' fishin' Yeah! (There ain't much country ass left in these old blue jeans) (But wait a minute, the whole world can kiss it) 'Cause me and my country ass goin' fishin'

Shock! I've never seen you look like this without a reason Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you Shout! I never took the smile away from anybody's face And that's a desperate way to look for someone who is still a child In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive, here we go I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered You can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert But I can live and breathe And see the sun in wintertime In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive (Bruce) So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered See ya, let's go I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert But I can live and breathe And see the sun in wintertime In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive, cut it Huh, huh In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive Shout!

Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine He's got wrinkles... He walks with Amelia down to the store With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep And a man is a king when he has his own princess Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone His beautiful princess had flown with the angels He faded so quickly, the man became old And the wandering dew soon covered the roses First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking Then just a chair with a grey old man dying All that he lived for was always beside him So Bob left in peace, to join his lady And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He had wrinkles from smiling He felt lucky and free And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine He had wrinkles...