Brad Paisley Lyrics

When We All Get To Heaven

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:05:08 +0000

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace.
In the mansions bright and blessèd
He’ll prepare for us a place.

When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!

While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when traveling days are over,
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!

Let us then be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving every day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.

When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!

Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open;
We shall tread the streets of gold.

When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!

With You, Without You

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:03:03 +0000

You really left your mark. On this old house, in this old heart. I see you everywhere. And when I close my eyes you’re still
there.

(Chorus 1)
And I know you want me to move on. Start living a new life start writing a new song. Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna ask you. To
come back and love me. Baby you don’t have to. ‘Cause I can be in love with you, without you.

It’s not that hard at all. It’s like you’re out of town and just forgot to call. Just because you walked away. Doesn’t mean
my feelings. Have to change now.

(Chorus 2)
And I know you want me to move on. Stop living an old life, stop singing an old song. Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna ask you. To
come back and love me. Baby you don’t have to. ‘Cause I can be in love with you, without you.

Ah and if you’re gone for good. I hope that you go far. Because how I feel about you. Don’t matter where you are.

(Chorus 3)
Yeah and I know you want me to move on. Start living a new live, stop singing an old song. But I can be in love with you,
without you. No matter where you go. No matter what you do. I can be in love with you, without you

Better Than This

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:01:23 +0000

That sleepy little campfire. Popped and kinda crackled. We were heating up the pork and beans. And Bubba said, man it don’t
get any better than this. If you know what I mean. We sat there for a minute. Listening to the crickets. Thinking this was
pretty hard to beat. ‘Til Junior stood up. Spit in the fire and said. Boy’s, I hate to disagree.

(Chorus 1)
But if a busload of women, really good-looking women just suddenly pulled in here. And ol’ Joe T. Garcia showed up with
fajitas. And a hundred gallon keg of beer. And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him. And they started taking
requests. Now don’t get me wrong boy’s. This is pretty good. But it could get better than this.

If Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat. And volunteered to be our fishing guides. And Richard Petty pulled up in
the old 43 car. And asked us if we wanted a ride. We’d all sit around. Singing “Poncho and Lefty”. Playing poker, smoking
big cigars. Now don’t take offense ya’ll. I’m perfectly content. Just sitting here under the stars.

(Chorus 2)
But if a busload of women, really good-looking women just suddenly pulled in here. And ol’ Emeril Lagasse showed up with
kielbasa. And a hundred gallon keg of beer. And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him. And they started taking
requests. Now don’t get me wrong boy’s. This is pretty good. But it could get better than this.

(Chorus 3)
But if a busload of women, really good-looking women just suddenly pulled in here. And Little Jimmy Dickens showed up with
fried chicken. And a hundred gallon keg of beer. Merle Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him. And they started
taking requests. Now don’t get me wrong boy’s. This is pretty good. But it could get better than this. Yeah don’t get me
wrong boys. This is pretty good. But it could get better than this

Oh Love

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:59:39 +0000

(feat. Carrie Underwood)

(Brad)
Strong like a mother holds her child
Free as horses runnin wild
And real as a prayer on a lonely night
And sure as the ocean tide

[chorus]
Oh love
Oh love
All the many colors that you’re made of
You heel
You bleed
You’re the simple truth and you’re the biggest mystery
Oh love
Oh love

(Carrie)
Deep as the life from God’s own breath
Endless even after death
Gone like the sunset

(Brad)
You can break a heart in pieces
Put it back together again

(Carrie)
You can break down sweet forgiveness
You’re the one that never ends

Oh love mmm ooohh

[chorus]

Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ( repeat three times)

If Love Was A Plane

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:57:50 +0000

She’s 98 pounds working down at the Dairy Queen.
With an oval-vee home perm, and braces.
and He’s long haired, no job and just 19
They got a baby on the way.
They’re off to the races in love.

Look at em’ go.
Now what in the world can go wrong?
Don’t tell them the odds, It’s best they don’t know.
If Love was a plane, Nobody get on.

At the Ivey at lunchtime, in Beverly Hills,
The paparazzis are gathered outside.
’cause an actor and actress are havin’ lunch.
And the Chord ain;t extra and entertainment.

Tonight they’re in Love,
Now look at em’ go,
Now what in the world can go wrong?
Don’t tell them the odds, It’s best they don’t know.
If love was a plane, Nobody get on.

Imagine now, the collage boys,
on the intercom right before we leave the ground.
sayin, folks thanks for flyin with us, but theres a 6 in 10
chance we’re goin’ down.

But, that’s the strangest thing about this emotion,
even knowin’, our chances are small.
We line up, at the gate with our tickets,
Thinkin’ somehow we’re different,
I mean, after all…

We’re in Love.
Look at us go,
Now what in the world can go wrong?
To hell with the odds, we’d rather not know,
If love was a plane, Nobody get on.
Yeah,
If love was a plane, Nobody get on

Mr. Policeman

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:56:03 +0000

Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster than you can
Come on Hoss, let’s have some fun
Go on shoot me with yith your radar gun
You look bored and I sure am
Catch me if you can

Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman
I got a ’75 Firebird Trans Am
With a 455 up under the hood
My and my brother got it running good
Wake up behind them old Ray Bans
Catch me if you can

Go on turn on your blue lights
You know you want to I just flew by
I can see you peeling out
How’s my dust taste in your mouth
Come on Smokey it’s time to race
Let’s have us a high-speed chase

Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman
Chopper in the air
And a couple of SWAT vans
That’s no fair now, blocking the road
Where am I supposed to go
Time to use my backup plan
Catch me if you can

Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman
I bet I can run faster than you can
With your big pot belly and your cowboy boots
A hundred bucks says you won’t shoot
I know these woods like the back of my hand
Catch me if you can

Go turn on your spotlight
I got running shoes and I’m younger than you
And I got all night
There’s no way you’re keeping up with me
So go on back to Krispy Kreme
If you wanna quit, I understand
Catch me if you can

Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman
Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman

It Did

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:54:36 +0000

A single red rose and a table for two
a nice chardonnay and an ocean view
ships coming in and stars coming out
we sat and we talked until the place closed down
then we took a long walk down on the beach
Her and that white dress and her bare feet
we stopped and we watched that light house light
I pulled her close and i held on tight
and I said to myself
it doesn’t get better than this
no it doesn’t get better than this

And it did, it did, oh it did.

Fast forward to that next spring
we were looking for a preacher
Picking out rings
Family coming in and friends coming out
To that little white church on the outskirts of town
Me in that tux fighting butterflies
Tears of joy in my mamma’s eyes
Her daddy walking her down the aisle
He lifted that veil and I saw that smile

and I said to myself
it doesn’t get better than this
no it doesn’t get better than this

But it did, it did, oh it did

Just when I start thinking its as good as it can get
This crazy life does something just to let me know
I haven’t seen anything yet

Nine months later nearly to the day
There we were flying down the interstate
Car weaving in, car weaving out
Through traffic running every red light in town
Delivery room and the doctor comes in
I’m right beside her she’s squeezing my hand
One more push and a baby cries
Sweet little angel with his mama’s eyes

And I said to myself
it doesn’t get better than this
no it doesn’t get better than this

But it did, it did, oh it did
Yes, it did

Some Mistakes

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:52:49 +0000

You may think I’m worng for you
You’re wrong for me
To look at us on paper I would have to agree
It coulda been the moonlight couda been the wine
The way that we were acting hell it coulda been moonshine
And oh where do we go from here
I don’t know but baby one thing’s clear

Some misakes are too much fun
To only make once

There’s this little straight stretch just south of here
It’s great for mashing down the gas and trying out fifth gear
But it’s also a speed trap and twice I’ve gotten caught
But something ’bout it calls to me and I can’t seem to stop
And oh you have the same effect I know I’ll just keep coming
back

Some mistakes are too much fun
To only make once

There are things in life that I regret
And even more that haven’t happened yet
It would be a shame if our little fling
Always stayed a one time thing

Someday if we’re lucky we’ll get old enough
To finally be embarassed by the crazy things we’ve done
Be just like our parents, responsible and bland
No risk no excitement hey let’s get it while we can ’cause

Some mistakes are too much fun
To only make
Love like this is too much fun
Mistakes make once

I’m Still A Guy

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:51:08 +0000

When you see a deer, you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnics
And I see a large mouth up under that log

You’re probably thinkin’ that you’re gonna change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up
Oh but no matter what,
Remember, I’m still a guy

When you see a priceless friend’s painting
I see a drunk naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I’d like to give it a whirl

Well love makes a man do some things he ain’t proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk you sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I’m still a guy

And I’ll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

I can hear you now talkin’ to your friends
Sayin’ yeah girls he’s come a long way
From draggin’ his knuckles and carryin’ a club
And buildin’ a fire in a cave

But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
And you swat my hand when I try
Well now what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I’m still a guy

And I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around
Knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

These days there’s dudes getting’ facials
Manicured, waxed, and Botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can’t grip a tackle box

Yeah with all of these men linin’ up to get neutered
And headin’ out to be feminized
But I don’t highlight my hair, I’ve still got a pair
Yeah honey, I’m still a guy

Oh, my eyebrows ain’t plucked, there’s a gun in my truck
Oh thank God I’m still a guy

Letter To Me

listff — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:49:12 +0000

If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying look under your bed
There’s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I’d say I know it’s tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
You’ll make it through this and you’ll see
You’re still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don’t just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you’re wrong and dad is right
And you really should thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It’s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she’s just polishin’ you ’til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight’s the bonfire rally
But you’re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you’ll squeak by and get a C
And you’re still around to write this letter to me

You’ve got so much up ahead
You’ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I’d end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I’ll see you in the mirror
When you’re a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you’d study Spanish
I wish you’d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn’t worry, let it be
I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see

If I could write a letter to me
To me