Best of Intentions - Travis Tritt

(Writers: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans) City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, Dressed in holiday style, In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene, And above all this bustle you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day...

I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down to Clubhouse Drive Past the pool on the eighteenth green And in the parkin' lot I said, "It's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer" She said, "I'm glad you asked but I'll have to pass 'Cause only members are allowed in here" And I said I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club You look so invitin', thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin' around in a beat up truck With a man in wore out jeans Yeah, it's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation 'Cause you can tell all your friends I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club Yeah, I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club

Well, I'm a runnin' down the road, tryin' to loosen my load, I've got seven women on my mind: Four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me, One says she's a friend of mine. Take it easy, take it easy, Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand, Just find a place to make your stand and take it easy. Well, I'm a standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona And such a fine sight to see: It's a girl, my Lord, in a flat bed Ford Slowin' down to take a look at me. Come on, baby, don't say maybe. I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me. We may lose and we may win though we will never be here again. So open up, I'm climbin' in, so take it easy. Well, I'm a runnin' down the road, tryin' to loosen my load, Got a world of trouble on my mind. Lookin' for a lover who won't blow my cover, She's so hard to find. Take it easy, take it easy, Don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy. Come on, baby, don't say maybe. I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me. Oh, we got it easy, We oughta take it easy.

I was born a country singer I love Charley Pride Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her' Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried.' Yes, I love Hank Williams But I still love rock 'n roll Hank Jr, me and Waylon We're all cut from the same mold. And they say country's changin' And we must all adjust But I still think there's lots of room For old outlaws like us. I love to jam with the Skynyrd band 'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash And I've sung with George Jones. And I have played on the Opry stage Where the country legends stood Where you don't give lies or alibis 'Cause they don't do no good. And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed Though I have been kicked and cussed But it's nothing new to moan the blues For old outlaws like us. And I wear this country banner And I'm proud to wave the flag And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray But I'll cast my vote for Hag. And when all those screamin' metal bands Have corroded into rust There'll still be a show on Music Row For old outlaws like us. Now, I don't have a crystal ball To tell what lies ahead But I play my way, though some folks say Country rock is dead. And you may call me old-fashioned You may think I'm insane But rhythm and blues is in my blood And pumping through my veins. And I've still got some loyal fans That I know I can trust Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll And old outlaws like us. Repeat Chorus...