The Whiskey Ain't Workin' (feat. Travis Tritt) - Marty Stuart

He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford Country ain't country no more. He told his daddy catch up with the times He said now a days people trade heifers online Dad ain't sealing deals with a handshake like before Country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. Now his dad sits in traffic looking 'round at the change Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore Country ain't country no more. Lord, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. There's no turning back And you just can't ignore That country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more... Country certainly isn't country anymore... Thanks to Kerry. VOTE Bush!

(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...

(Travis Tritt) Well, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was looker from Atlanta, Led the choir, played piano Had a body that was made for sin. She didn't care that he was married, 'Cause the torch that she carried Was hotter than the fires of hell She had plans to seduce him, If she could, she could loosen A notch in the bible belt. So, she called him up at home When she knew he'd be alone Said, 'Preacher I could use advice, I got troubles with a man That I know you'll understand If you could help me it would sure be nice. They met a few minutes after In the office of the Pastor And she started telling how she felt What a chance they were takin' When they first started breakin' The laws of the bible belt. There's a lot of good people Who are led astray That believe what the good Book said Well, I'll tell ya somethin' brother When you're dealin' with the Devil It's tough to keep a level head. And it's hard to imagine How the flames of passion Can burn you till your soul will melt And it'll spread like a cancer But you're gonna have to answer To the Lord and the bible belt. Someone said they went to Vegas, Back home it didn't take us Long to hear the news of what they did Nobody could believe that he Left his wife to grieve Alone with two pre-school kids. I don't know how they're doin' But I know that they're screwin' Up a good thing they once had They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt. Repeat Chorus They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt...

Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend Meetin' at the Texaco Wine coolers, six-packs, cigarettes, and tic-tacs Fill it up an' hit the road Passin' round the Cosmo, wearin' out the cell phone Make it to the beach by ten Flip-flops an' lip gloss, bikini tops and cut-offs Baby, let the games begin The girl's gone wild, reality TV style Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild Breakin' hearts, usin' daddy's credit card Momma hollers, "Stop that child Don't you know the girl's gone wild" They're lookin' real pretty down in Panama city They're dancin' down in New Orleans Cancun, Cozumel, gettin' down and raisin' Hell Livin' every bad boy's dream Viva Las Vegas, gettin' outrageous Cruisin' down the L.A. strip They're loaded in a limo, hangin' out the window Let's wind it up and let it rip The girl's gone wild, reality TV style Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild Breakin' hearts, usin' daddy's credit card Momma hollers, "Stop that child Don't you know the girl's gone wild" Girls, girls, girls gone wild Girls, girls, girls gone wild Girls, girls, girls gone wild Sally, Sue and Tam'ra, smilin' for the camera Darla met a doctor from LSU Ally, Ann and Amy, went a little crazy Ridin' home sittin' on a new tattoo The girl's gone wild, reality TV style Just a-miles an' miles of those girls gone wild Breakin' hearts, usin' daddy's credit card Momma hollers, "Stop that child Don't you know the girl's gone wild" Girls, girls, girls gone wild (Girls, girls, girls gone wild) Girls, girls, girls gone wild

All my friends want what we have, we had No-drama love, a perfect match that should last Tell me how I'm gonna have your last name Buy a house in a different state Always knew you were my safe place How'd you switch up on me Now I'm blindsided How could I have seen that It's not what you promised Changed your mind just like that We spent a weekend filled with laughs like we do Now I'm packing up my bags You got me blindsided I'm blindsided Went from playing house to sleeping in on a couch Me and my boxes of things, crazy how fast time can change Keeping myself distracted, no sadness One more shot to forget, still don't get it Now it's "nice to meet you" and "what's your name" I'm doing better day by day But my mind keeps getting stuck on replay When you switched up on me I'm still blindsided How could I have seen that It's not what you promised Changed your mind just like that We spent a weekend filled with laughs like we do Now I'm packing up my bags You got me blindsided I'm blindsided You can't tell me I didn't do everything I could and Your choices, I can't fight them, I can't fight this I'm still blindsided How could I have seen that It's not what you promised Changed your mind just like that We spent a weekend filled with laughs like we do Now I'm packing up my bags You got me blindsided I'm blindsided Blindsided I would never do that It's not what I promised Kept my word like I said We spent some years filled with laughs like we do Now there's no going back Got me blindsided I'm blindsided