My Wish - Ryan Judd

Hi-Ho Silver AWAY After my show thought I'd have a little fun Hopped on a horse Lord he sure could run Well I got a butt kickin when the police finally caught me Give me back my horse Not a moment too soon Tim McGraw jumped in Did his best Jackie Chan got a cop on the chin Now I don't understand why they's arresting me My cellmate thinks I'm sexy I really turn him on He's always staring at me When them guards are gone I'm running out of cigarettes He's asking me to dance He say's I'm looking good In these orange pants I really wish Tim McGraw was here to protect me... My cellmate thinks I'm sexy... I'd give anything to be back on my bus I'm hiding in my bunk but he's climbing on up Swears all he wants me to do is sing him one of my songs Says he's got a dream I'm afraid of what it is You're never gonna see me on a horse after this I only get one call I hope Faith is home Answer the phone My cellmate thinks I'm sexy He just won't leave me alone He's blowing kisses at me And I'm a duckin' 'em all I hate to break it to him I'm in no mood for romance What part of NO don't this fool understand I'm in big trouble if someone don't come and get me My cellmate thinks I'm sexy Well one day behind bars is long enough Cause when I drop that soap oh his eyes light up My cellmate thinks I UH My cellmate thinks I'm sexy I really turn him on My name is Kenny Chesney This ain't nowhere I belong Me and Tim's in trouble Buddy one thing is for sure George Strait's gonna kick us off his George Strait Tour I'd call Tracy Lawrence but he's in the next cell beside me My cellmate thinks I'm sexy My Cellmate Thinks I'm sexy UH I had him from hello WAZZUP!

Randy Brooks Kris Publishing/Elmo Publishing admin by Integrated CopyrightGroup Inc. (SESAC) Well a couple of good friends of mine Elmo and Patsy Wrote me and said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy Song. I said "No you didn't. You didn't mention nothing about... ... ... ... Well... yeah you pretty much got it all. I mean Grandma and of course the Family and getting drunk and run over by heavy machinery and..." Well since I needed the money I felt obliged to include it on this record. And it goes a little something like this: R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. She'd been drinkin' too much eggnog, And we'd begged her not to go. But she'd forgot her medication, And she staggered out the door into the snow. When they found her Christmas mornin', At the scene of the attack, She had hoof prints on her forehead, And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back. R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now we're all so proud of Grandpa, He's been takin' this so well. See him in there watchin' football, Drinkin beer and playin' cards with cousin Mell. It's not Christmas without Grandma. All the family's dressed in black. And we just can't help but wonder: Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Send them back! R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now the goose is on the table And the pudding made of fig. And a blue and silver candle That would have just matched the hair in grandma's wig. I've warned all my friends and neighbors. "Better watch out for yourselves. They should never give a license, To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves." R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve . You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa we belive.