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Eric Church
Eric Church


Информация
Настоящее имя Kenneth Eric Church
Дата рождения 3 мая 1977 г.
Откуда Granite Falls, North Carolina, United States
Жанры Country
Southern Rock
Годы 2005—н.в.
Лейблы EMI Group
Capitol Nashville Records
См. также Terri Clark
Сайт Website



Альбом Eric Church


Sinners Like Me (18.07.2006)
18.07.2006
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Pledge Allegiance To The Hag (feat. Merle Haggard)
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I believe that gas is too damn high
Ain't nothin' more American than Mama's apple pie
I believe in love, I believe in peace
But I don't believe we'll ever see it in that Middle East
I believe the Bible is cold hard fact
And I believe that Jesus is comin' back
Before she does

I believe the Sabbath is the day of rest
The tax man and the devil share the same address
I believe don't start if you're gonna quit
I believe in keep your mouth shut and carry a big stick
I believe dogs are better than cats
And I belive that Jesus is comin' back
Before she does

There's absolutely positively no doubt in my mind
That O.J. did it, Lee Harvey didn't and she's really gone this time

I belive that cold cold beer
Tastes better on a barstool than it does anywhere
I believe hard work really makes the man
But everyone should wet a line every now and then
I believe it's best to pay in cash
And I believe that Jesus is comin' back
Before she does

There's absolutely positively no doubt in my mind
That O.J. did it, Lee Harvey didn't and she's really gone this time

I believe she was a real good thing
Can you believe I let a girl like her get away
I believe she meant it the night she packed
And said Jesus is comin' back
Before she does
Before she does
Before she does

. . .


I was fifteen when my daddy's old man caught me half way through my first beer. He laughed so hard when my face turned green, he said you come from a long line of sinners like me.

Now me and my brother go to see him sometimes, but he don't have much to say anymore. So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jim Beam, here's to a long line of sinners like me.

la di da di da la di da da di di, I come from a long line of sinners like me.

My mama had a soft spot for a hell-raising boy, so she had two more just like him. It takes an angel to raise a family that comes from a long line of sinners like me.

Well now maybe who knows, one day I'll settle down. Give my dad a grandson of his own. And when the doctor smacks him, he'll probably take a swing, because he comes from a long line of sinners like me.

la di da di da la di da da di di, I come from a long line of sinners like me.

On the day I die I know where I'm gonna go. Me and Jesus got that part worked out. I'll wait at the gates til' his face I see, and stand in a long line of sinners like me, I stand in a long line of sinners like me.

la di da di da la di da da di di, I come from a long line of sinners like me.

la di da di da la di da da di di, Here's to a long line of sinners like me, I come from a long line of sinners like me

. . .


I know where I come from:
How 'bout you?
I don't need baggy clothes,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
The scars on my knuckles,
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
An' there's a whole lot more like me:
How 'bout you?

I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top:
How 'bout you?
I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund,
I can dip in to.
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,
About the man who's collar's blue.
But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own:
How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
But that's just me:
How 'bout you?

I still say: "Yes, Ma'am" to my Momma:
How 'bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth.
I cover my heart with my hat,
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
Just like my Daddy taught me:
How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
But that's just me:
Well, how 'bout you?

I like my country rockin':
How 'bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud,
We'll raise the roof.
Yeah, I might just stay all night long.

How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we're the chosen few.
An' how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
'Cause, man, I know where I come from:
How 'bout you?

. . .


These boots have counted off many a band
Playing one night roadhouse stands
For tips in empty rooms
These boots have stood toe-to-toe
With the biggest baddest Joes
Like they had some things to prove
These boots

These boots more than once saved my ass
Like the time they hid in the grass
From those cops in Tupelo
And these boots have danced with the devil
And nearly lost that battle to Wild Irish Rose

Chorus:
I've wore out more soles then I'd care to count
Done more stupid things than most would dare to
I've kicked myself more times than not
For the roads they led me down
But the damnedest thing I've ever seen 'em do is walkin' out on you

These boots had to see California
And an Arizona morning
Where god paints the sky
And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
Though that bull made me a real man
I still drag that leg sometimes

(Repeat Chorus)

Now these boots are one step from the door
They walked out of years before
I can almost see her now
These boots ought kick that door aside
Stomp out my foolish pride
But they just turn around
Damn these boots...Damn these boots
These boots

. . .


It was my senior year,
I just turned eighteen.
I was a friday night hero,
With division one dreams.
I had an offer on the table,
A four year ride.
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive.
I left on a stretcher,
Wound up on a crutch
Walked on that next summer.
Wound up getting cut.
Flipped off that coach,
Left that school in the dust,
For letting my dreams go bust.
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was.

Yea, I moved on back home,
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO.
Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man.
Answerin' to no one, but her and him.
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love,
At four in the morning I loaded my truck.
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust.
I just had to follow my gut,
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was.

In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone,
Started stringin' chords and words into songs.
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue,
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool.
I ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights,
When the song comes together and hits them just right.
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
Of this music I make and I love.
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was

. . .


Only fools would race down Gristmill Road
Let alone in angry weather
That's what I tell everyone I know
Now that I know better

That's a lesson I wish I would have learned
Without having to watch my Mustang burn
Before my best buddy had to wind up hurt
And his whole life was changed
That's a lesson I wish I didn't learn
The hard way

Only a fool would keep a diamond ring
In a box on the top of his closet
He came so close, he almost asked
It was right there in his pocket

That's a lesson I wish I would have learned
Before standing in the back row of that church
Watching her daddy givin' her
To the man who took my place
That's a lesson I wish I didn't learn
The hard way

Regrets been known to give a man a beatin'
But I ain't in the mood for fighting back this evening

Only fools don't take the time of day
They stay too busy running
To stop just once and tell their dad
Just how much they love him

That's a lesson I wish I would have learned
Before the phone call came and it was her
No, Mama never had to say a word
I knew it was too late
That's a lesson I wish I didn't learn
The hard way... The hard way
The hard way... The hard way

. . .


I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend saturdays working on my truck
I don't like to fight
But I ain't scared to bleed
Most don't mess with a guy like me
Guys like me drink to many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only god knows why
Guys like me drink too many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Now theres a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin' all our buddies, we won't ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we'll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God theres girls like you, for guys like me

. . .


These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin' in on me
My final meal is over
They're gonna to set me free
I can feel the fireworks burn
As the devil guards my door
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
On a cold jailhous floor

Lord now I'm singin'
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Lord I hope she forgives me
For livin' my life this way
Tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgement day

Every life owes a death
That's what the Bible says
I owe mine to this state
For shootin' that boy to death
A liquor store attendant
He was reachin' for his gun
Now his mama sits there smilin'
As the boss yells, Roll on one

And now I'm singin'
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daugher cries
When they strap me in this chair
I hope she forgives me
For leavin' her this way
Tonight I'll ride the lightining
To my final resting place

A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin'
Made me rob that store
And as that boy lay there dyin'
I dropped my pistol on the floo
IYeah I'd take it all back
But there's nothin' I can do
They've covered my face
And the order's gone through
As the boss yells, Roll on two

Now I'm flyin' up and out of here
I close my eyes and slowly rise
Let my body leave this chair
Lord I hope you forgive me
For livin' my life this way
Tonight I ride the lightning
To my final resting place

These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin' in on me

. . .


Never realized how much she brought to the table
'Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be
No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique cradle
No more hope for one day startin' that family
Bet she's gainin' fast on Memphis
With a trailer load in tow
Who says you can't take it with you till you go

Chorus:
She got away with everything that I had goin'
And she got away before I could make it all alright
And I got a way with leavin' what needs said unspoken
Hell I even blew the chance I had to say goodbye
Yeah she took her heart and took off down that road
And they say you can't take it with you when you go

Good news is ain't much here left for packin'
Bad new is she left behind a million memories
All the echoes of her cryin' lovin' and laughin'
Left me with nothin' left to do but leave
That old house is in the rearview, ridin' shotgun is her ghost
Who says you can't take it with you when you go

(Repeat Chorus)

Closin' in on Dallas now
Is the best love I've ever known
And they say you can't take it with you when you go

. . .


(feat. Merle Haggard)

There's a little dive on a dead-end road
Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole
Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar
An' get loud an' rowdy with PBR
But at the top of every hour, man, you can hear a pin drop
As ol' Jack drops a quarter an' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop

Chorus:
An' tip our hats
An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
They say country's fadin'
But we still wavin' that flag around here
An' when it's time to go, you know you're welcome back
Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag

When the weekend comes an' the weather's clear
There's a high spot fifteen miles from here
Where you can always find a few dusty trucks
With the windows down an' the radio up
We sit there poppin' tops, shootin' bull an' singin' songs
But you can bet your boots that when Haggard comes on

(Repeat Chorus)

One of these days when my time has come
You can take me back to where I'm from
Put me on a westbound train
An' ship me off in the pourin' rain
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Just put a quarter in the jukebox an' sing me back home

An' tip our hats
An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer
They say country's fadin'
But just keep wavin' that flag around here
An' I know, it'll keep on comin' back
Long as people pledge allegiance
Where folks still pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the Hag

. . .


She was pacing back and forth on her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel in my Daddy's Ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah I was foolish and wild
she was classic and regal
we were fresh out of school, both barely legal
we were young and on fire and just couldn't wait
six weeks in, she was three weeks late

one means none and we're home free
two means three and a diamond ring
yeah i wonder what fate is gonna decide
we're just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

yeah her Daddy's gonna kill me and thats a fact
maybe we'll just leave town and never come back
or I could stand there and tell him
face him like a man
oh who am I kidding, he'll never understand

yeah thats second hand just keeps slowing down
i swear it stopped twice the last time around
yeah we'll know the truth in three minutes time
we're just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

hot summer nights, whispering her name
under the blanket by the river bank
hearts beating fast we never thought twice
but she pulled me close and i held on tight

when the moment of truth finally comes
she gives me a look and then comes undone
she says looks like were lucky
someones smiling down
she grabs her coat and says see ya around

yeah these days the rabbit doesn't die
you just sit around waiting on two pink lines
praying that fate is on your side
sitting around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

. . .


I woke up early this morning
and i'm already runnin' late
there's a list of things as long as my arm
that won't get done today
is it Tuesday is it Wednesday?
They're running into each other
somebody tell me when it's my day
man, this life sure has been trouble

chorus*
so, tomorrow i'm takin me fishin
hang a sign on the door of my life
tell the world that i've gone missin
and i won't be back for awhile
i'm so tired of only wishin
i could leave my trouble behind
i want to be front porch rockin' with a big sun droppin'
and a blue sky
kick back and get highhhh
livin part of life

they say to keep your spot on the ladder
you keep that money rollin' in
they say keepin up with the feelings, boy can't back off one end
well i've been puttin in my time
and i've built up a pretty good day
i'm gonna spend some maybe waste some before my time comes and i wind up dead, yeah..

chorus*

when i get home tonight
i'll open the window and let whatever rolls in
and if there's no breeze that's cool with me
i just raise my sail
and wait on the wind

. . .


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