Brothers Osborne Let’s Go There

There’s a postcard picture

at the back of our minds

of a place we’ve never been where the sunshine shines

stop making excuses

about the dog and the cat

just get a general direction and a road map

Baby let’s go there

hop in the truck and get out of here

we’re goin out of our minds

with our shoulder to the grind gettin nowhere

baby it’s high time

to get away together just you and I

While we’re hesitating there’s a piece of heaven waiting

on us somewhere

so baby let’s go there

We’ll tell your momma that we’re leavin’

We’ll stick a sprinkler in the yard

Turn off the gas and water heater

Girl it ain’t that hard

We’ll leave the laundry on the line

Forget the dishes in the sink

Just grab a string bikini And your sunscreen

Baby let’s go there

hop in the truck and get out of here

we’re goin out of our minds

with our shoulder to the grind gettin nowhere

baby it’s high time

to get away together just you and I

While we’re hesitating there’s a piece of heaven waiting

on us somewhere

so baby let’s go there

Well there be nothing wrong

with gettin good at gettin gone

well by the time we’ve done this song

we’ll be long gone

Brothers Osborne It Ain’t My Fault

Blame the whiskey on the beer

Blame the beer on the whiskey

Blame the mornin’ on the night

For whose lyin’ here with me

Blame the bar for the band

Blame the band for the song

Blame the song for the party that went all night long

But it ain’t my fault

No it ain’t my fault

Mighta had a little fun

Lotta wrong I’d done

But it ain’t my fault

Blame the heart for the hurtin’

Blame the hurtin’ on the heart

Blame the dark on the devil

Blame the devil on the dark

Blame the ex for the drinkin’

Blame the drinkin’ for the ex

Blame the two for one tequila’s for whatever happens next

But it ain’t my fault

No it ain’t my fault

Mighta had a little fun

Lotta wrong I’d done

But it ain’t my fault

I got my hands up

I need an alibi

Find me a witness who can testify

You made a mistake

You got the wrong guy

I’m only guilty of a damn good time

No it ain’t my fault

Blame my raisin’ on my name

Blame my name on my raisin’

Blame my lack of knowing better on public education

Blame smoke on the fire

Blame fire on the smoke

Blame the fight on the bouncer that couldn’t take a joke

But it ain’t my fault

I got my hands up

I need an alibi

Find me a witness who can testify

You made a mistake

You got the wrong guy

I’m only guilty of a damn good time

No it ain’t my fault

No it ain’t my fault

No it ain’t my fault

Brothers Osborne Shoot From The Hip

High noon in a gun slingin’ town

Steel spurs klinking on the red dirt ground

Saloon doors swinging wide open

It’s about to go down

Outlaws ridin’ out of the hills

Shootin’ moonshine and shotgun shells

A bunch of hell raisers wanna send you to your maker

No time to saddle up so you gotta act now and

Shoot from the hip

Ask questions later

Shoot from the hip c’mon (woo hoo)

Sometimes the only peace maker

Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip

You gotta shoot from the hip (woo hoo)

Shoot from the hip

The dust settles

The barrels go cold

And it’s dueces wild at the watering hole

Turns out cards and hard liquor don’t mix too well

And this joker with an ace up his sleeve

And a midnight special where nobody can see

I show him four of a kind

He gets red in the eye

He flips the table over

I reach for mine and

Shoot from the hip

Ask questions later

Shoot from the hip c’mon (woo hoo)

Sometimes the only peace maker

Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip

You gotta shoot from the hip (woo hoo)

Shoot from the hip

Sometimes the only peace maker

Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip

You won’t find me six feet under

You won’t find me takin’ cover

Cuz I’m more than the roar of the thunder

Shoot from the hip

Ask questions later

Shoot from the hip c’mon (woo hoo)

Sometimes the only peace maker

Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip

You gotta shoot from the hip

Shoot from the hip

Sometimes the only peace maker

Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip

You gotta shoot from the hip (woo hoo)

Shoot from the hip

Shoot from the hip (woo hoo) oh,

Shoot from the hip

Brothers Osborne Drank Like Hank

Woke up dead, head poundin’ like a kick-drum

Red-eyed, cotton mouth, smoke-filled black lung

Cigarette burnin’ holes in a fold-out

Must’ve had one hell of a time, no doubt

And I’m hazin’ out of line

Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind

Ain’t got a drop left in the tank

Not a nickel left in the bank

Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

I remember feedin’ twenties in a honky-tonk jukebox

Stepped up and ate shit in a pot-hole parkin’ lot

I gave a damn good cussin’ to a big doorman

Might have dotted my eye, but I’d do it again

And I’m hazin’ out of line

Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind

Ain’t got a drop left in the tank

Not a nickel left in the bank

Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

And I’m hazin’ out of line

Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind

Ain’t got a drop left in the tank

Not a nickel left in the bank

Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

Yeah we sang like Mickey Gilley

Smoked ourselves silly

When we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

Brothers Osborne American Crazy

The same sky, the same clouds, the same dirt,

the same ground we all live and die on

The same song, the same beat, the same car,

the same street we run down our dreams on

We’re lost, we’re found, we’re up, we’re down,

we’re all just American crazy

We’re left, we’re right, we’re black, we’re white,

we’re all just American crazy

Just American crazy

Straight A’s and drop-outs, up north, ‘n’ down south,

we all bleed the same blood

Paycheck to paycheck, sun up to sun set,

we’re lovers and leavers, we’re sinners and believers

We’re lost, we’re found, we’re up, we’re down,

we’re all just American crazy

We’re left, we’re right, we’re black, we’re white,

we’re all just American crazy

Just American crazy

Same tune, same town, same school, same crowd,

same fight for the home team, same love, same dream

We’re lost, we’re found, we’re up, we’re down,

we’re all just American crazy

We’re left, we’re right, we’re black, we’re white,

we’re all just American crazy

We’re lost, we’re found, we’re up, we’re down

We’re left, we’re right, we’re black, we’re white,

we’re just American crazy

Yeah, we’re all just American crazy

Brothers Osborne Loving Me Back

The smoke and the whiskey, ain’t gonna miss me when I’m gone.

I thought that they needed me, but really they were leading me on.

It gets old waking up with your head in a vice, feeling empty as a bottle of jack.

But I finally found something worth loving, that’s loving me back

You get me high, you get me stoned, it’s a ride I ain’t never been on.

It’s a binge, it’s a buzz, it’s a drunk I can’t find in no glass.

Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that’s loving me back.

Bright lights, and guitars, and dive bars, playing for tips.

And pouring your heart out to strangers, is a strange kind of fix.

But filling a dance floor, is something I live for, but I give more than I’ll ever get back.

But I finally found something worth loving, that’s loving me back.

You get me high, you get me stoned, it’s a ride I ain’t never been on.

It’s a binge, it’s a buzz, it’s a drunk I can’t find in no glass,

Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that’s loving me back.

The smoke and the whiskey, ain’t gonna miss me when I’m gone.

You get me high, you get me stoned, it’s a ride I ain’t never been on.

It’s a binge, it’s a buzz, it’s a drunk I can’t find in no glass,

Yeah, I finally found something worth loving, that’s loving me back,

that’s loving me back.

Brothers Osborne Love The Lonely Out Of You

I can tell that you’re lonely

Pour it all out on me

Because I have been lonely too

That’s a heartache you’re drinkin’

And I can feel what you’re thinkin’

Let’s do what the lonely do

Your lips, your shoulders and my fingertips

Runnin’ through your hair, just like this

Whatever it takes to make your heart forget

I’ll do

Baby, let me love the lonely out of you

Take everything that makes you sad

Let it out and leave it in the past

You don’t need that for what I’ve got in mind

Wrap those arms around me

Close your eyes and baby you’ll see

It ain’t that hard to leave it all behind

Your lips, your shoulders and my fingertips

Runnin’ through your hair, just like this

Whatever it takes to make your heart forget

I’ll do

Baby, let me love the lonely out of you

Your lips, your shoulders and my fingertips

Runnin’ through your hair, just like this

Whatever it takes to make your heart forget

I’ll do

Baby, let me love the lonely out of you

Brothers Osborne Pawn Shop

If you’ve got bills that you can’t pay

If you need cash like yesterday

If you’ve got junk just laying around

No credit check, just bring it on down

At the pawn shop

Get your guns and guitars in one stop

Whatever it is it won’t cost a lot

Living on the cheap

Get your vinyl records and some DVDs

At the pawn shop

Get your jewels and your tools in one spot

It don’t matter if the goods are hot

If they’re yours or not

Find the thing you want

Sell everything you got

At the pawn shop

Across the street from the Texaco

Is a neon sign saying “We buy gold”

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

At the pawn shop

Get your guns and guitars in one stop

Whatever it is it won’t cost a lot

Living on the cheap

Get your vinyl records and some DVDs

At the pawn shop

Get your jewels and your tools in one spot

It don’t matter if the goods are hot

If they’re yours or not

Find the thing you want

Sell everything you got

At the pawn shop

Get your girl a dress

Get a VHS

A whole mess of tools and a secondhand suit

Get some picture frames,

Nintendo games

Buy a cheap gold necklace with a stranger’s name

At the pawn shop

Get your guns and guitars in one stop

Whatever it is it won’t cost a lot

Living on the cheap

Get your vinyl records and some DVDs

At the pawn shop

Get your jewels and your tools in one spot

It don’t matter if the goods are hot

If they’re yours or not

Find the thing you want

Sell everything you got

At the pawn shop

At the pawn shop

Brothers Osborne Pushing Up Daisies

I’d promise you forever if I could

If I could slow down the hands of time I would

I know they say all good things must end

If I can do it all over well I’ll do it all over

Over and over again

We’ll go on till we’re pushing up daisies

Grow old and wise and I’ll still be calling you baby

We’ll never get enough, we’ll be living it up right down till the day we die

Oh we ain’t getting out of this love alive

Till I held you close I never felt the feeling

And I’ll feel that way till the last sunset goes down

You turned a stubborn Southern boy into a believer

Believe me when I say it’s gonna stay that way

Till they lay me in the ground

We’ll go on till we’re pushing up daisies

We’ll grow old and wise and I’ll still be calling you baby

We’ll never get enough, we’ll be living it up right down till the day we die

No we ain’t getting out of this love alive

We’ll go on till we’re pushing up daisies

We’ll be old and wise and I’ll still be calling you baby

We’ll never get enough, we’ll be living it up right down till the day we die

No we ain’t getting out of this love alive

And when our last breath is gone

And they carve our name in stone

No we ain’t getting out of this love alive

Brothers Osborne Weed, Whiskey And Willie

I’ve got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin’

I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin’

When it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in

Is weed, whiskey, and Willie

You can take the ring

You can take or leave my name

You can have my heart

It’s broken anyway

You can take my reputation

And drag it through the mud, go on and abuse it

But don’t take my smoke, my jug of brown liquor or my country music

I’ve got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin’

I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin’

When it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in

Is weed, whiskey, and Willie

So turn the music up

I’m gonna lock all the doors

Turn off the lights and close every blind

There ain’t nobody home

And the pictures on the wall

Are just about lost in a cloud of smoke

My vices and heroes will hold me together while I’m lettin’ you go

I’ve got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin’

I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin’

And when it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in

Is weed, whiskey, and Willie

And when I’m back on my feet, I’m gonna keep on repeatin’

Weed, whiskey and Willie