Frankie Ballard Grandpa’s Farm

It’s gonna be a long hot summer,

The heats gonna come for sure

Makin you love me might take longer, down here everything is slow

Sheets are blowin on the closeline,

Honeysuckle make ya smell real sweet

They way they feel when you lay down on em, ya can’t get from no machine

Well I know you come down every season,

to waste time on your grandpa’s farm

Ain’t tryin to talk you outta leavin,

a little sun won’t do no harm

So go ahead and put your summer dress on,

the sky’s bright and the water’s fine

and if you don’t feel like swimmin,

we’ll find a bank and wet a line

Cause I know up in the city,

Ain’t no space to run around in

Down here we got dirt streets your bare feet can’t help but settle down in

Well I know you come down every season,

to waste time on your grandpa’s farm

Ain’t tryin to talk you outta leavin,

a little sun won’t do no harm

Well I know you come down every season,

to waste time on your grandpa’s farm

Ain’t tryin to talk you outta leavin,

a little sun won’t do no harm

Well I’ll show you around if you come outside,

ain’t no need in hidin yourself anyhow

I’ll show you around if you come outside,

ain’t no need in hidin yourself anyhow

Well I know you come down every season,

to waste time on your grandpa’s farm

Ain’t tryin to talk you outta leavin,

a little sun won’t do no harm

show you around if you come outside,

ain’t no need in hidin yourself anyhow

I’ll show you around if you come outside,

ain’t no need in hidin yourself anyhow

Frankie Ballard Get On Down The Road

Here we go!

Well I kinda took my uncle’s cadillac,

my mind was made and my bags were packed

And that gps was set for Tennessee

No books to keep, no business suit, no weeds will grow beneath these boots, won’t nobody here be missin me

Well I can’t keep hangin round this continental breakfast town, I’ve done all the damage I can do

So I better get on down the road,

as fast as I can go

Gonna let these big wheels roll,

and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road

Yeah there’s places that I wanna see and people that I need to meet

And there’s parties I should be tendin to

So if I find me a pretty girl who rings my bell and rocks my world I’ll say “baby, I’m just passin through”

Well I don’t like to see em cry,

I don’t like to say goodbye, so there aint much left for me to do

So I better get on down the road,

as fast as I can go

Gonna let these big wheels roll,

and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road

Yeah I’ve always had the gift you see,

Of knowin when it’s time to leave,

So let me leave you with this,

So I better get on down the road,

as fast as I can go

Gonna let these big wheels roll,

and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road

Yeah I better get on down the road,

as fast as I can go

Gonna let these big wheels roll,

and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road

Yeah I better get on down the road

Yeah I better get on down the road

Yeah I better get on down the road, c’mon

Frankie Ballard You Could’ve Loved Me

You could’ve loved me, but I did it all wrong

Running around, taking my time, taking too long

You were an anchor, I was wild and free

But you could’ve loved me

Now it’s crazy to see you wearing that ring

We could’ve been young and dumb and restless

Could’ve been everything

You had your reasons

I had my dreams

But you could’ve loved me

Sometimes love falls in your hands

Sometimes love has other plans

Sometimes good good things just get away from us

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have any regrets

I just know it has to be this way because

I’m still exactly who I was

But you could’ve loved me

If it happened just right

But we rise and we fall and we can’t win them all

Cause that’s just life

It ain’t like the stories you see in the movies

But you could’ve loved me

Sometimes love falls in your hands

Sometimes love has other plans

Sometimes good good things just get away from us

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have any regrets

I just know it has to be this way because

I’m still exactly who I was

But you could’ve loved me

If I could’ve stayed

But the world kept pulling me out of this town

And it’s better that way

Cause I’m still a dreamer, wild and free

But you could’ve loved me

Frankie Ballard Sweet Time

Well that needle that climbed to 195 MPH

And this boot of mine wants

To kick that pedal straight in the face

This ain’t that kinda night

There ain’t no finish line

No, this ain’t a race

I bought the bench not the buckets

And I’m feeling lucky

So slide on into me baby

We’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Ain’t running no, running no

Red lights tonight

Just sitting in park

Oh, hugging every curve

Of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

That Camaro kiss, two lonely hearts

Yeah, we’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, two kids starting fire

And that cigarette lighter

Don’t even work, ha ha

It’s a windows fogging up

Kinda love spitting through

A torn up Haggard t-shirt

Well take those big blue eyes

Baby watch those thighs

Don’t knock us outta first

Yeah, the heat is on the rise

I’m trying to memorize

Every single one of your curves

We’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Ain’t running no, running no

Red lights tonight

Just sitting in park

Oh, hugging every curve

Of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

That Camaro kiss, two lonely hearts

Yeah, we’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

With the radio on

Riding the brakes

We ain’t got nothing

But time to waste

So let’s take

The long way home girl

Whatcha say

Yeah, taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Ain’t running no, running no

Red lights tonight

Just sitting in park

Oh, hugging every curve

Of that long lane road

400 horses on a slow road

That Camaro kissed two lonely hearts

Yeah, we’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Yeah, we’re taking our sweet time

In a real fast car

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Frankie Ballard You’ll Accomp’ny Me

A gypsy wind is blowin’ warm tonight

The sky is starlit and the time is right

And still you’re tellin’ me you have to go

Before you leave there’s somethin’ you should know

Yeah somethin’ you should know baby

I’ve seen your long hair flyin’ when you run

I’ve made my mind up that it’s meant to be

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea

You’re high above me now, you’re wild and free ah but

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Oooooo

Some people say that love’s a losin’ game

You start with fire but you lose the flame

The ashes smolder but the warmth’s soon gone

You end up cold and lonely on your own

I’ll take my chances babe I risk it all

To win your love or I’ll take the fall

I’ve made my mind up girl it’s meant to be

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

It’s written down somewhere, it’s got to be

You’re high above me now you’re wild and free oh

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me, you’ll accomp’ny me

A gypsy wind is blowin’ warm tonight

The sky is starlit and the time is right

But still you’re tellin’ me you have to go

Before you leave there’s somethin’ you should know

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Out where the rivers meet the sounding sea

I feel it in my soul, it’s meant to be oh

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

It’s written down somewhere, it’s got to be

You’re high above me now, you’re wild and free oh

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby you’ll accomp’ny me, you’ll accomp’ny me yeah

Someday baby (someday baby)

You’ll accomp’ny me

Someday baby (someday baby)

Frankie Ballard Little Bit Of Both

Yeah, you fall somewhere

Between a preppy and a hippy

At a third row country concert

You got your hands up singing

And your short skirt swinging

Yeah, you even bought a t-shirt

You be churching with your mama

On Sunday morning

Trying to shake off Saturday night

Well you’re a little straight A

And a little cray cray

Girl you sound like

You’re just my type, that’s right

I like a little bit of bad girl

And I like a little bit of sweet

And I like a little

Boom boom in a room

And a little chicken pecking

On a six string

And I like a little bit of whiskey

And I don’t mind a little bit of smoke

A little truck shock squeaking

A little good book preaching

Yeah I like a little bit of both

I like a little bit of both

A little bit of both

Girl you keep it so fresh

You keep it so dope

You like Simba, really

In a blender

With the body of a stripper

And a 100 proof kicker

I like a little bit of both

You got a Route 44

Asberry, Cherry Coke

But you spike it

With a little bit of Seagrams

And them low cut Levi’s

Surprise, surprise

There’s a little black lace

Beneath ’em

You’re a naughty little wine

In a hip hop line

You’re a William Shakespeare sonnet

Jerry, Jeff, JAY Z

You got the middle of a backseat

Baby with your nickname on it

Yeah, I like a little bit of bad girl

And I like a little bit of sweet

And I like a little

Boom boom in a room

And a little chicken pecking

On a six string

And I like a little bit of whiskey

And I don’t mind a little bit of smoke

A little truck shock squeaking

A little good book preaching

I like a little bit of both

I like a little bit of both

A little bit of both

Girl you keep it so fresh

You keep it so dope

You like Simba, really

In a blender

With the body of a stripper

And a 100 proof kicker

Yeah, I like a little bit of bad girl

And I like a little bit of sweet

And I like a little

Boom boom in a room

And a little chicken pecking

On a six string, baby

And I like a little bit of whiskey

And I don’t mind a little bit of smoke

A little truck shock squeaking

A little good book preaching

I like a little bit of both

I like a little bit of both

A little bit of both

Girl you keep it so fresh

You keep it so dope

You like Simba, really

In a blender

With the body of a stripper

And a 100 proof kicker

I like a little bit of both

Yeah, I like a little bit of both

I like a little bit of both

Frankie Ballard Southern Side

You’re cuttin’ up those turnip greens

Drummin’ pots and pans in the kitchen

Dancin’ ‘round to Little Feat

And singin’ Dixie Chicken

At the small of your back

I see that Ole Miss tattoo

Baby I love the southern side of you

Come on

Well up on the north side

I get lost in your eyes

And on your east and west

I need those arms to hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair of cutoffs jeans like you do

Baby I love the southern side of you

Ooo ooo

The taste of your kiss

Is like July Georgia peaches

Your skin’s been bronzed

By those Alabama beaches

You say Tennessee whiskey

Always gets you in the mood

Baby I love the southern side of you yeah

Well up on the north side

I get lost in your eyes

And on your east and west

I need those arms to hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair of cutoffs jeans like you do

Baby I love the southern side of you

(Ooo oo ooo)

Yeah the way I look at you

Girl I hope it shows

That I’m all about you

From your head down to your toes

Well up on the north side baby

I get lost in your eyes

And on your east and west

I need those arms to hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair of cutoffs jeans like you do

Baby I love the southern side of you

Baby I love the southern side

Of you

(Ooo oo ooo)

I love the southern side of you

Yeah baby

Shake it mama

Shake it

I love the southern side of you

Frankie Ballard Tip Jar

Me and the boys, we played every frat house and dive

We rocked the Razorbacks, the Vols and the Crimson Tide

We were down in Destin when she walked up to the stage

Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away

I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead

A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said:

“I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten

Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog’s Breath

Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink

I’m hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars”

Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

I held her that summer, living on borrowed time

Cause once September comes, everybody says goodbye

Now it’s the last show and here she comes to the stage

Dropped a snapshot in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away

I counted five hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead

And a picture of her with those long tan legs, and on the back it said:

“I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten

Waking up with you at sunset, and hanging here at the Hog’s Breath

Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink

I’m hearing Drift Away while you sing, baby, take care of my heart”

Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, and sunburn on some new ink

I’m playing Drift Away but I can’t sing, as she slips off into the dark

Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

Yeah, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

Frankie Ballard It Don’t Take Much

Just a high school kid with a strong arm

From throwing them rocks at an old barn

Got a full-ride shot, gonna be a star

No, it don’t take much

Now he’s got that old town facing

All the dreams that they quit chasing

Rusty chains are breaking

No, it don’t take much

It don’t take much,

A little gasoline,

A couple wildfire dreams, light ’em up

No, it don’t take much,

Just the end of a rope,

Something you can hold and climb up

If you wanna be more than just where you came from,

Lord, it don’t much

No, it don’t take much

Just one more junior prom queen

She saw herself shining on a movie screen

But got knocked up at seventeen

No, it don’t take much

Went from raising hell to a baby girl

From chasing bright lights to chasing curls

One midnight move can change the world

No, it don’t take much

It don’t take much

Have one too many

And before you’re ready, you’re under the gun

No, it don’t take much,

Just one fast idea

Can lie and cheat ya outta being young

One drop of rain can turn into a flood

Lord, it don’t take much

No, it don’t take much

Oh, it don’t take much,

A little gasoline,

A couple wildfire dreams, light ’em up

No, it don’t take much,

Just the end of a rope,

Something you can hold and climb up

If you wanna be more than just where you came from,

Lord, it don’t much

Oh, it don’t take much

I’ve seen it all in my town

Some fly away and some fall down

The way it go, one thing I found

Is that it don’t take much

Frankie Ballard Tell Me You Get Lonely

I bet you’re kickin yourself for lettin me walk away

Makin yourself a list of things you wish you didn’t say

Sitting by the phone hoping it’s gonna ring

[Chorus]

Tell me you get lonely when it’s cold outside

Tell me that you’re only barely gettin by

I need to know it hurts every time that you hear my name

It ain’t the same without me, girl

Tell me you get lonely

Sometimes you’re up all night cryin over me

You’ve gotta take off of work to catch up your sleep

But that just don’t work, now does it, baby

[repeat chorus]

Tell me you get lonely, and I’ll come back

All you’ve gotta do is call me , my bag’s been packed

I’m dyin of pride, but I want you to know

That I get lonely when it’s cold outside

Baby, I’m only barely gettin by

And it still hurts every time that I hear your name

It ain’t the same without you, girl

Baby, I get lonely, yeah, I get lonely

Tell me you get lonely too

Tell me you get lonely