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

Frankie Ballard Good As Gold

He can buy you nice things

But I can make your knees weak

So he has a house on a hill

I got what you really need

‘Cause that view from the hill

Lookin’ at the stars

Ain’t gonna fill

That valley in your heart

Where the wild wind blows

Good as gold

Yeah

Now he can take you ‘round the world

But I can take your breath away

And he can talk all he wants

I don’t need a word to say

But you take can take every word he speaks

Wouldn’t be worth any more than one look from me

Soft and slow

Good as gold

Yeah

No use in countin’

All the diamonds you want

‘Cause steady as a mountain

It’s one in the rough that you don’t

Set in stone

Where the wild wind blows

Good as gold

Oh good as gold

Yeah

Good as gold

Oh good as gold oh yeah

Oh yeah yeah

Oh good as gold

Good as gold

Oh good as gold

Good as gold

Oh good as gold yeah

He can buy you nice things

But I can make your knees weak

Frankie Ballard A Buncha Girls

A Buncha Girls sitting on the deck, drinking fishbowl margaritas

A buncha girls down in Cancun, yeah some seven day senioritas

A buncha girls packed in a jeep, heading to the beach for the weekend

A buncha girls rockin out in Vegas, ain’t got no time for sleepin

[Chorus]

A buncha girls lookin for a good time

Breakin hearts, turnin heads and lookin so fine

Nothin drives the boys right out of their mind

Like a buncha girls

They got high-dollar jeans, belly button rings, Pretty pink painted-up toes

They’ll drink your drinks, make you think, you’re their right now romeo

They say sha-la-la and hey-hey-hey with the band and party all night long

Laugh about it in the mornin, lookin at all the pictures and blame it on alcohol

[Instrumental break]

[repeat chorus]

A buncha girls gettin buck wild.

Rulin the world with a sexy smile

I’d walk a country mile, yes I would

For a buncha girls,

For a buncha hot girls

Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, babe

Yeah, yeah

[Instrumental fade out]

Frankie Ballard It All Started With A Beer

You had a Corona, I was drinking Bud Light

That jukebox singing every song just right that night

Something brewing in the air, it was more than just smoke

Looking back, looking back after two you laughed at all my jokes

Tonight let’s raise ’em up

To where we ended up

There’s been highs and lows,

Fast lane freeways and bumpy roads

Cursed the devil and prayed to heaven,

Lost it all when we rolled some sevens

Been more smiles than there’s been tears,

Been more good than bad years

Ain’t it crazy, baby, how we got here.

Oh, it all started with a beer

Oh, it all started with an ice cold beer

I didn’t have much money but I covered them rounds

‘Cause a pretty girl like you makes a fellow throw his money down

You weren’t shooting whiskey just shootin’ the shhh…

I paid the tab, we walked out the door and I remember thinking this was it

Yeah, you were it

There’s been highs and lows,

Fast lane freeways and bumpy roads

Cursed the devil and prayed to heaven,

Lost it all when we rolled some sevens

Been more smiles than there’s been tears,

Been more good than bad years

Ain’t it crazy, baby, how we got here,

Oh, it all started with a beer. Yeah.

Oh, it all started with an ice cold beer

Here’s to you, baby. Oh-oh-oh.

So tonight let’s raise ’em up

To where we ended up

There’s been highs and lows,

Fast lane freeways and bumpy roads

Cursed the devil and prayed to heaven,

Lost it all when we rolled some sevens

Been more smiles than there’s been tears,

Been more good than bad years

Ain’t it crazy, baby, how we got here,

Oh, it all started with a beer. Oh.

Oh, it all started with an ice cold beer. Oh. Yeah.

Oh

Oh, it all started with an ice cold beer.

Oh.

Frankie Ballard Sunshine & Whiskey

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey

Chilling on a beach with my sweet Georgia peach.

Not a care in the world, just trying to beat the heat.

Body like an hourglass, sand on her feet.

Can’t help but stare cause I got the best seat.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter you slid on in,

Said, “I’m a little hot and bothered, if you know what I mean.

Let’s crank it up to a hundred degrees.” Alright

You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet.

Burned me up and down, no way to cool it.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

Like a bottle of Jack straight to the head.

One shot, two shot, copper tone red.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

Slow driving south with the drop top down,

Hair in the wind, Tom Petty up loud.

You gave me that look, you licked them lips.

I said, “Hang on baby, better pull over for this.”

I don’t wanna get DWK, driving while kissing they’ll put you away.

You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet.

Burned me up and down, no way to cool it.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

Like a bottle of Jack straight to the head.

One shot, two shot, copper tone red.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey. [x2]

Well, you hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet

Burn me up and down, no where to cool it

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet.

Burned me up and down, no way to cool it.

But every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

It’s like a bottle of Jack straight to the head.

One shot, two shot, copper tone red.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

Every time you kiss me it’s like sunshine and whiskey. [x4]