Chris Janson ‘Til A Woman Comes Along

Yeah, boys ride bikes and learn to drive

Them old stiff sides in grandpa’s drive

Pop the clutch and smell the rubber burn

And it’s on

Then it’s shootin’ cans with no game plan

And playin’ air guitar in a rock ‘n’ roll band

And it’s fake I.D.’s and chasin’ girls

All night long

Yeah, ’til a woman comes along and lays down the law

Draws that boy a line he ain’t gonna cross

It’s funny how it’s said there ain’t a ball and chain that strong

‘Til a woman comes along

Yeah, it’s fish and golf, foot and eight-ball

Honky-tonks ’til past last call

A lot of raisin’ hell

Rebel yellin’ and carryin’ on

‘Til a woman comes along and lays down the law

Draws that boy a line he ain’t gonna cross

It’s funny how it’s said there ain’t a ball and chain that strong

‘Til a woman comes along

Yeah, that bachelor pad was just a bachelor pad

Dirty jeans and drive-thru sacks

Like a lonely guy in a ramblin’ Waylon song

And a woman comes along and lays down the law

Draws that boy a line he ain’t gonna cross

It’s funny how it’s said there ain’t a ball and chain that strong

‘Til a woman comes along

And lays down the law

Draws that boy a line he ain’t gonna cross

It’s funny how it’s said there ain’t a ball and chain that strong

‘Til a woman comes along, oh, ’til a woman comes along

Comes along

Comes along

All that until a woman comes along

Chris Janson Buy Me A Boat

I ain’t rich, but I damn sure wanna be

Working like a dog all day, ain’t working for me

I wish I had a rich uncle that’d kick the bucket

And that I was sitting on a pile like Warren Buffett

I know everybody says

Money can’t buy happiness

But it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it

It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets

Yeah, and I know what they say,

Money can’t buy everything

Well, maybe so,

But it could buy me a boat

They call me redneck, white trash and blue collar

But I could change all that if I had a couple million dollars

I keep hearing that money is the root of all evil

And you can’t fit a camel through the eye of a needle

I’m sure that’s probably true,

But it still sounds pretty cool

‘Cause it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it

It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets

Yeah, and I know what they say,

Money can’t buy everything

Well, maybe so,

But it could buy me a boat

To float down on the water with a beer…

I hear the Powerball Lotto is a-sitting’ on a hundred mill…

Well, that would buy me a brand new rod and reel…

And it could buy me a boat, it could buy me a truck to pull it

It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some Silver Bullets

Yeah, and I know what they say,

Money can’t buy everything

Well, maybe so,

But it could buy me a boat

Yeah, and I know what they say,

Money can’t buy everything

Well, maybe so,

But it could buy me a boat

It could buy me a boat.

Chris Janson Our World

We make our living up on tractor tires

We drink our beers round big bonfires

We wrap [?] all of our arms around barbed wire in our world

We crank our music up and down main street

We mix our country with some hip hop beats

Man we’re just leaving that American dream in our world

On Friday that’s were the party begins

On Saturday [?]

On Sunday we do a little preaching in our world

We drop our tops on our back road ride

We got that homegrown hometown pride

You all want country just step inside our world

On Friday that’s were the party begins

On Saturday [?]

On Sunday we do a little preaching in our world

That’s all baby

I don’t matter what color you are

Where you come from

Whether you drive a truck or a car

Everybody’s welcome under these stars in our world, our world, our world

On Friday that’s were the party begins

On Saturday [?]

On Sunday we do a little preaching in our world

Chris Janson Who’s Your Farmer

Who’s your farmer, who’s your roughneck

Who’s your curved bill, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck

Who’s the one you fix a drink, watch out over your kitchen sink

Turn you on like a fire alarmer

Girl, who’s your farmer?

Who keeps plantin’ them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin’ in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who’s your farmer

Who’s your John Deere, who’s your cold beer

Who’s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin’ through a hayfield

Who’s your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan

Home grown southern charmer

Who’s your farmer

Who keeps plantin’ them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin’ in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who’s your farmer

Who works harder on lovin’ you than any ol’ hard earned dollar

Tell me who’s your farmer

Girl come on up here and let me show you how to drop a row marker

Tell me who’s your farmer

Who keeps plantin’ them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin’ in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who’s your farmer

Say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who’s your farmer

Aw, who’s your farmer, baby

Chris Janson I Ain’t Livin’ Long Like This

I looked for trouble and I found it son

Straight down the barrel of a lawman’s gun

I try to run but I don’t think I can

You make one move and you’re a dead man friend

Ain’t livin’ long like this

I ain’t livin’ long like this, am I baby?

He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back

He left me breathing, I was still a rockin’

Got ’em all in the jailhouse

I ain’t livin’ long like this

Grew up in Houston off the Wayside Drive

Son of a cop as an all night dive

That double stock got to an early death

All I remember was a drunk man’s breath

Ain’t livin’ long like this

Ain’t livin’ long like this, am I baby?

We know a story how the wheel goes ’round

Don’t let ’em take it to the man downtown

Just leave it all in the jailhouse

I ain’t livin’ long like this

I looked for Angel, she’s a roadhouse queen

Make Texas Ruben look like Sandra Dee

I wanna love her but I don’t know how

I’m at the bottom of the jailhouse now

Ain’t livin’ long like this

Ain’t livin’ long like this, am I baby?

You know the story ’bout the jailhouse rock

Go on and do it but just don’t get caught

I got ’em all in the jailhouse

Ain’t livin’ long like this

I ain’t livin’ long like this

I ain’t livin’ long like this

Ain’t livin’ long like this

Ain’t livin’ long like this, am I baby?

Chris Janson Redneck Revival

We got a farm field full of Road King hogs

Yeah big old tires ready for the bog

JR and the boys singing Motley Crue

Yeah sippin’ on Mason jar Mountain Dew

It’s a homegrown mix of the bottle and the Bible

Country boy survival

Dog tags Mossy Oak

Bad ass no joke

It’s a congregation of sinners and disciples

Yeah redneck revival

Check it out

We got tailgate kegs where the beer just flows

Yeah we got country girl cuties with their muck boots on

If the good Lord’s willin’ we’re gonna get crunked

Baptized by the river and washed by the mud

A homegrown mix of the bottle and the Bible

Country boy survival

Dog tags Mossy Oak

Bad ass no joke

It’s a congregation of sinners and disciples

Yeah it’s a redneck revival

Yeah it’s bikers, truckers

Fighters and lovers

It’s the damnedest thing you ever saw y’all

It’s a homegrown mix of the bottle and the Bible

Country boy survival

Dog tags Mossy Oak

Bad ass no joke

It’s a congregation of sinners and disciples

Yeah redneck revival

It’s a homegrown mix of the bottle and the Bible

Country boy survival

Dog tags Mossy Oak

Bad ass no joke

It’s a congregation of sinners and disciples, yeah

Redneck revival

Yeah, it’s a congregation of sinners and disciples

Redneck revival

Chris Janson Cut Me Some Slack

Girl, I gotta have you, gotta get you where I want you

Know exactly what you’re doin’, don’t you?

Treat me like you like me, like you don’t like me back

I wish you’d give me the green light, give me just one night,

Girl, if you don’t like how I roll

You can say, no thanks, don’t ever call me

Forget you ever saw me, forget my name

Girl, you might just like some country road moonlight

Dancing in the lights of my headache rack,

Think about that, yeah think about that

Is there any chance

You could cut me some slack

I know I got a wild side, wilder than a country mile ride

I got a name around this town

And girl, I don’t really blame you for the things you might be thinkin’

They’re probably true but that ain’t me now

Give me the green light, give me just one night,

Girl, if you don’t like how I roll

You can say, no thanks, don’t ever call me

Forget you ever saw me, forget my name

Girl, you might just like some country road moonlight

Dancing in the lights of my headache rack,

Think about that, think about that

Is there any chance

You could cut me some slack

Take me by the hand, believe me when I tell you

That I never ever felt like this, girl

And that’s the truth

Give me the green light, give me just one night,

Girl, if you don’t like how I roll

You can say, no thanks, don’t ever call me

Forget you ever saw me, forget my name

Girl, you might just like some country road moonlight

Dancing in the lights of my headache rack,

Think about that, yeah think about that

Is there any chance

That you could cut me some slack

Oh oh oh, yeah

Cut me some slack

Oh oh oh, yeah

Chris Janson Hey, Hey, My Money’s All Gone

Hey, hey, my money’s all gone

It up and ran away and left me here all alone

Y’all, I know I ain’t the only one

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

Well I lifted my truck, and I got new rims

Lord I was singin’ a happy song

But I checked my bank account when I got home

And oh no, my money’s all gone

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

It up and ran away and left me here all alone

Y’all, I know I ain’t the only one

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

Well I used to hang out, till two in the morn

Women, and drinkin’ all the beer till it’s gone

But man that drinkin’ got me nothin’ but stoned

And it never took long, till my money was gone

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

It up and ran away and left me here all alone

Y’all, I know I ain’t the only one

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

Well I married the prettiest girl in the world

We picked out a ring and it’s on her left hand

It’s a white gold band with a bunch of pretty stones

Now oh no my money’s all gone

Hey, hey, my money’s all gone

It up and ran away, but at least I ain’t all alone

Y’all, I know I ain’t the only one

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

It up and ran away and left me here all alone

Y’all, I know I ain’t the only one

Singin’ hey, hey, my money’s all gone

Chris Janson Back In My Drinkin’ Days

Yeah that was me up there jukin’ on the table

Higher than Superman, thinkin’ I was able

End up in the back of a Mercury Sable

Handcuffs sure sucked

Cold beer flows like a spring from the foothills

Poppin’ them down like handfull of sugar pills

Sun comin’ up ain’t nothing but a buzzkill

Bright lights, good night

That was back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Listen here now

Yeah GPC sells four for a dollar

Lightin’ one cigarette off of another

A little bit of doobie, I ain’t talking about the brothers

Uh oh y’all know

Middle of the night, try to get a little lovin’

Dude didn’t like it, said, “Let me tell you something”

Well you fight a good fight when you ain’t afraid of nothing

One hit was worth it

That was back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Well since then, the thick and thin

Has taught this man a thing or two

Thank God I lived to tell about it

The stupid things that I used to do

Yeah well

That was back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’

Back in my drinkin’ days

Chris Janson Fix A Drink

Well it’s hotter than hell outside right now

It’s 100 in the shade with the sun beating down

Forecast calling for some more of the same

Well I can’t fix that but I can fix a drink

I turn on Fox news and then CNN

But it’s the same dang thing all over again

The world’s in the toilet and the market’s in the tank

Well I can’t fix that, no

But I can fix a drink, pour it on ice

Mix it on up and get’cha feeling right

I can get’cha buzzed, I can get’cha smiling

I can make you feel like you’re sitting on an island

I can make it fruity or I can make it strong

All you gotta do is tell me what you want

Put it to your lips, take a little sip

Tell me what you think, yeah

I can fix a drink

Say you gotta broken phone and a broken heart

The boss is on your back and your truck won’t start

None of your friends want to listen to Hank

Well I can’t fix that, no

But I can fix a drink, pour it on ice

Mix it on up and get’cha feeling right

I can get’cha buzzed, I can get’cha smiling

I can make you feel like you’re sitting on an island

I can make it fruity or I can make it strong

All you gotta do is tell me what you want

Put it to your lips, take a little sip

Tell me what you think, yeah

I can fix a drink

I don’t know what’s going on with you

But if you got some cheap whisky and some Mountain Dew

Malibu player vogue coke in a cup

Brother I can hook you up

But I can fix a drink, pour it on ice

Mix it on up and get’cha feeling right

I can get’cha buzzed, I can get’cha smiling

I can make you feel like you’re sitting on an island

I can make it fruity or I can make it strong

All you gotta do is tell me what you want

Put it to your lips, take a little sip

Tell me what you think, yeah

I can fix a drink

Yeah, I can fix a drink