I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The son of God discloses And he walks with me And he talks with me And he tells me I am his own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known I'd stay in the garden with him Though the night around me is falling But he bids me go Through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling And he walks with me And he talks with me And he tells me I am his own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known

. . ."antithesis of the 'Boot Scootin Boogie'. Right up my alley." I was sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck Drinking Old Crow whisky, hot 7-up Out in the parking lot You can hear the band a playin right through the wall Ain't no cover charge, there ain't no last call Out in the parking lot Now there's a couple of cowpokes puttin' up there dukes Wasn't much to it after both of 慹m puked Out in the parking lot Now someone called the police and the police finally came And they wrote 慹m a couple of tickets and they took a couple of names Out in the parking lot I love to see the neon dancin' on the gravel I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled Some have given up, some have given in Looks like everybody's looking for a friend Out in the parking lot Oops there's a couple who could not wait to get home They're probably in love so let's leave them alone Out in the parking lot The band is on the bus, they're all loaded up to leave But the drummer's got a girlfriend and she's tuggin at his sleeve Out in the parking lot Everybody's gone, they've shut out all the lights The dust begins to settle and it's never been so quiet Out in the parking lot

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you washed in the blood In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Lay aside your garments that are stained with sin And be washed in the blood of the Lamb There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean O, be washed in the blood of the Lamb! Are you washed in the blood In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Cowboys don't cry, and heroes don't die Good always wins, again and again And love is a sweet dream that always comes true Oh, if life were like the movies, I'd never be blue But here in the real world It's not that easy at all 'Cause when hearts get broken It's real tears that fall And darlin' it's sad but true But the one thing I've learned from you Is how the boy don't always get the girl Here in the real world I gave you my love, but that wasn't enough To hold your heart, when times got rough And tonight on that silver screen It'll end like it should Two lovers will make it through Like I hoped we would But here in the real world It's not that easy at all 'Cause when hearts get broken It's real tears that fall And darlin' it's sad but true But the one thing I've learned from you Is how the boy don't always get the girl Here in the real world No, the boy don't always get the girl Here in the real world

Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school But I remember well the day I thought Now, that guy's pretty cool He pulled into the parking lot and everybody cheered 'Cause he'd gone and painted his entire Chevy Cavalier Camouflage, camouflage It disappears when it pulls out of his garage Camouflage, camouflage Well, I asked Jenny to the prom And her mom knew how to sew So she made a matching tux And gown from Duck Blind Mossy Oak We took pictures in the backyard Before we went to the dance And the only thing that you can see Is our faces and our hands Camouflage, camouflage You should've seen the way it popped with her corsage Camouflage, camouflage Ain't nothing doesn't go with camouflage You can blend in in the country You can stand out in the fashion world Be invisible to a whitetail Irresistible to a redneck girl Camouflage, camouflage Oh, you're my favorite color, camouflage You can blend in in the country You can stand out in the fashion world Be invisible to a whitetail Irresistible to a redneck girl Well, the stars and bars offend some folks And I guess I see why But nowadays there's still a way To show your Southern pride The only thing as patriotic As the old red, white and blue It's green and gray and black And brown and tan all rolled into Camouflage, camouflage Designed by Mother Nature and by God It's camouflage, camouflage You're my favorite color, camouflage, yeah

On my fifth birthday I got so upset About the brand new bike that I didn't get I'd prayed my heart out and it didn't seem fair. I told my grandpa, "I guess God doesn't care" And he just smiled and said, "My child," "Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no." Five years later, out behind the shed With a stolen pack of grandpa's cigarettes I struck a match, and held that first one to my lips And prayed to God, "Please let me get away with this." And through the smoky air I saw grandpa standing there. Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no When I think of all the answers in my life, I would have to say There's no doubt it was always for the best when I didn't get my way. Grandpa got older, like grandpas do His health was failing and I guess I knew It'd be best if he was called on home But selfishly I prayed that God would keep him hanging on And when he passed away, in my mind I heard him say. Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no. Sometimes the answer Is no.

Mother, do not cry for me All of this, is exactly how, it's supposed to be I'm right here, can you hear my voice My life, my love, my Lord, my baby boy As they nail me to this tree Just know the Father waits for me God, how can, this be your will To have your son, and my son killed Whatever happens, whatever you see Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not, is not the end I am making, all things new again I remember, when you were born In that manger where I first held you, in my arms So many miracles, and lives you've changed And this world repays you how, with all this pain And as they nail me to this tree Just know the Father waits for me God, how can, this be your will To have your son, and my son killed Whatever happens (whatever happens) Whatever you see (I don't wanna see) Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not (tell me it's not) Is not the end I am making, all things new again Whatever happens (oh, oh) Whatever you see (oh) Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not (no) Is not the end I am making, all things new again

When I'm sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room Well I'm gonna close my eyes and picture you Today You keep brushing that hair back outta your eyes And it just keeps falling and so do I Well I'm feeling like the luckiest man alive Today I don't know about tomorrow But right now the whole world feels right And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Well I know it won't always be like this Life can change as quick as a kiss It's not over yet and I already miss Today And as the seasons change and time goes by When your hair is grey and so is mine Know for sure that you're gonna be just as beautiful As you are to me today. Bring on tomorrow, I've got today Bring on tomorrow, I've got today Bring on tomorrow, right now the whole world is right Bring on tomorrow Because the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life