We Didn't Have Much - Justin Moore & Priscilla Block

Alone in a car driving me far to get to you today The wind at my wings whispering things for me to say The moon is in view when I get to you Alone in a car driving me far to get to you today The wind at my wings whispering things for me to say The moon is in view when I get to you These tender moments are a precious few 'Cause we don't have that much time together 'Cause we don't have that much time together The smell of your skin and I begin To kneel and to pray to you Your sensual caress makes me confess my love for you As we're making love we can't get enough The clock is never kind when we unwind 'Cause we don't have that much time together 'Cause we don't have that much time together Heaven is only halt the distance Between your soul and mine Blood is thicker than water yes But love is thicker than blood You bring me provisions of perfect peace Your sugar stained tongue is sweet So Heaven is only half the distance Between your soul and mine Because of your sighs the hours fly As though they're filled with air Yet here we are ascending the stars as lovers dare The rising sun is ending our fun We'll leave to future promise what's left undone 'Cause we don't have that much time together 'Cause we don't have that much time together You bring me provisions of perfect peace Your sugar stained tongue is sweet So Heaven is only half the distance Between your soul and mine The eye of the storm where it is warm peaceful and serene Your spiral of tears as morning papers The bitter sweet aroma of ecstasy 'Cause we don't have that much time together 'Cause we don't have that much time together

To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer or rock singer Or a big film star Yes, I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls, to prove That I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me, man And I dig them And the bread I spend Is like my fame Its quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar-shaped pool No more reporters At my beck and call No more Cocaine Now it's only ground chalk No more taxis Now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? I realise I should have stuck to my guns Instead of shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself I know it was wrong But it's cost me a lot There's no more drinking When the club shuts down I'm out on my arse With the rest of the clowns It's really frightening Without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? To be someone must be a wonderful thing

What do you desire? Woah, woah, woah Bitch, haha Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna 'fess my love Fuck the rest, it's just us If I score on a pint of Act', I'm puttin' it up If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck I'm puttin' him up Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach I ain't tryna turn up baby, I'm laid back Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act You got my back, and that's that In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top You look better than a pint of Wock' Let me stop, I'm just playin' We gon' be good, just stick to the plan Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land R.I.P. Gran When she left me, I was so hurt man I was tryna hold the tears back but I can't Free my mans out the can I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Oh no, oh, woah Woah-woah, woah Go, go-go, ha Ha, ha-ha, yeah Woah, woah-woah, go Woah, go-go, yeah Ha, ha-ha, yeah Go, ha-ha, yeah (Bitch, haha) Taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last, yeah Still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health

You stood on that bank when I got baptized Gave me a thirty, thirty when I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn I could hear you cheerin' when we won state And you held my hand at grandma's grave And I'll always be thankful you never sold the farm Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa You still swear Roosevelt was the best That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest And fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love Well, this life I've chose is gettin' busy now But I know where to go when I need to slow down And when I walk up on your front porch, it's just like I'm still young Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl Now keep walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk, grandpa

I started out with a 410 Then moved to a 20 gauge Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas County Knew my name I sat on the stand with Paw Paw From the time I was three years old When I was eight I used a muzzle loader To kill my first doe These days I go down to Walmart And they set them in the back Some people wanna take them away Why don't you go bust them boys that's selling crack Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns If there ever was a time we need them I'd say it be today When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV And walk out of Guantanamo bay I just try to do the right thing And raise my family in this land Treating me like you wanna be treated And that's what I call a man If we don't have them what do we do? Tell me where we gonna go? Somebody breaks into my house I'm gonna need my Colt 44 Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns Listen Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'm slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing And I'm still breathing, you won't take my guns No, you can take them from me When you take them from my grandpa and my daddy

Rifle in a gun rack hangin' in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale, around here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound, you know where I'm found Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods (Yes, sir) Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floatin' that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35s and a lift kit, how stuck can you get? Ain't that just my luck, where's the chain? I'm stuck Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the holler, son, out in the backwoods