You Keep Getting Me Drunk (Commentary) - Justin Moore & Priscilla Block

Set me free Why don't you babe? Get off my life Why don't you babe? You really don't want me You just keep me hangin' on You really don't need me You just keep me hangin' on Why do you keep comin' around Playing with my heart? Why don't you get out of my life When seeing you only breaks My heart again? And there ain't nothing I can do about it You know I need love (Set me free, why don't you babe?) Talkin 'bout love (Get off my life, why don't you babe?) You really don't want me You just keep me hangin' on Get off my life Why don't you babe? Get off my life Why don't you babe?

What a performance tonight Should I react or turn off the light? Looks like you're picking a fight In a blurring of wrong and right But how your mood changes You're a devil, now an angel Suddenly subtle and solemn and silent as a monk You only tell me you love me when you're drunk It's better than nothing, I suppose Some doors have opened, others closed But I couldn't see you exposed To the horrors behind some of those Somebody said: listen Don't you know what you're missing? You should be kissing him Instead of dissing him like a punk But you only tell me you love me when you're drunk You only tell me you love me when you're drunk All of my friends keep asking me Why, oh, why Do you not say goodbye? If you don't even try You'll be sunk 'Cause you only tell me you love me when you're drunk What's the meaning When you speak with so much feeling? Is it over when you're sober? Am I junk? You only tell me you love me when you're drunk You only tell me you love me when you're drunk

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