Heartland No Getting Over Me

Well, you can walk out on me tonight

If you think that it ain’t feeling right

But darling, there ain’t no getting over me

You can say that you need to be free

But there ain’t no place that I won’t be

Sweet darling, there ain’t no getting over me

I’ll be the bill you forgot to pay

I’ll be the dream that keeps you awake

I’ll be the song on the radio

I’ll be the reason that you tell the boys, no

Don’t you know

You can tell everyone that we’re through

You might even believe it too

But darling, there ain’t no getting over me

Sweet darling, there ain’t no getting over me

I’ll be the face that you see in the crowd

I’ll be the times that you cry out loud

I’ll be the smile when there’s no one around

I’ll be the book that you just can’t put down

So you can walk out on me tonight

If you think that it ain’t feeling right

But darling, here ain’t no getting over me

You’ll see, sweet darling

There’s ain’t no getting over me

Noooo, darling

There ain’t no getting over me

Noooooo, over me

Heartland Let’s Get Dirty

Get the motor running hot

Second row, third desk

I still remember that yellow sundress

Blonde hair, blue eyes

And everytime I looked at her my tongue was tied

I was downhome, she was uptown

A girl like that don’t want a redneck around

Teacher’s pet, cheerleader

How’s a country boy like me supposed to meet her

One Friday night I was sitting at a red light

She pulled up in a tricked out Ford truck

Revved up the engine and scared me half to death

Leaned out of the window and said

Let’s get dirty, sling a little mud

Three hundred horses underneath my hood

Let’s get dirty, I know the perfect spot

Take you down a backroad show you what I’ve got

Get the motor running hot

Let’s get dirty

She found the first dirt road we could go down

Tore through a mudhole and spun her whole truck around

She said buckle up, it’s about to get rough

I’ll do the driving, you can tell me when you’ve had enough

Slipping and a sliding, had me working up a sweat

I looked into her eyes and said

Let’s get dirty, sling a little mud

Three hundred horses underneath my hood

Let’s get dirty, I know the perfect spot

Take you down a backroad show you what I’ve got

Get the motor running hot

Let’s get dirty

I saw a sign that said

Bridge out up ahead

I told her slow down

She hit the gas instead

I looked around

Saw her laughing in the dashboard light

We left the ground like a bullet from a.45

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We landed hard but we made it to the other side

My heart was pounding like my first rollercoaster ride

She turned the key off, turned to me and smiled and said

You take the wheel for awhile

Let’s get dirty, sling a little mud

Three hundred horses underneath my hood

Let’s get dirty, I know the perfect spot

Take you down a backroad show you what I’ve got

Get the motor running hot

Let’s get dirty (get dirty) sling a little mud

Three hundred horses underneath my hood

Let’s get dirty, I know the perfect spot

Take you down a backroad show you what I’ve got

Get the motor running hot

Heartland Boys Like Us

We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat

Watched it clear the fence in Johnson’s yard

And broke that front door glass

We were already on that old mans list

And half way home he was shaking his fist

Cussing that cloud of dust and boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood

A little bit bad at being good

We’ll grow old but we don’t wanna have to grow up

We like cars, guitars and swinging doors

Fast boats, gun action, four by fours

And girls that love boys like us

We saw the blue lights flashing

When my Mustang topped the hill

The chase was on, it was almost dawn

When we cut through that corn field

Thought we’d gotten away like the times before

But the sheriff was waiting with dad on the porch

And he likes locking up boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood

A little bit bad at being good

We’ll grow old but we don’t wanna have to grow up

We like cars, guitars and swinging doors

Fast boats, gun action, four by fours

And girls that love boys like us

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I thought, bust that bud light bottle over Bobby’s head

It was tables and chairs, beer and blood everywhere

Over one to young co-ed

We don’t hit the town looking for a fight

But one always finds us on a Friday night

It’s dangerous being boys like us

Boys like us are misunderstood

A little bit bad at being good

We’ll grow old but we don’t wanna have to grow up

We like cars, guitars and swinging doors

Fast boats, gun action, four by fours

And girls that love boys like us

Yeah, boys like us, them boys like us

Heartland Once A Woman Gets A Hold Of Your Heart

All my life i’ve been on the run

never slowed down for anyone

keeping my distance

livin life in the fast lane

in control callin’ all the shots

no one could touch me

well that’s what I thought

then i met her now everythings changed

ooh and it’s out of my hands no need to deny it she’s got me where she

wants me and i just can’t fight it

I could resist but I wouldn’t get very far

cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold of your heart

Fallin in love never fit my plans

I set the rules I was my own man

I never met a lover I couldn’t live without

she walked in filled my soul with desire

melted this old frozen heart with a fire

now it’s burnin away every shadow of a doubt

ooh and it’s out of my hands no need to deny it she’s got me where she

wants me and i just can’t fight it

I could resist but I wouldn’t get very far

cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold of your heart

ooh and it’s out of my hands no need to deny it she’s got me where she

wants me and i just can’t fight it

I could resist but I wouldn’t get very far

cause theres nothin you can do once a woman gets a hold of your heart

Once a woman gets a hold of your heart

ooooooooohhh!!!!!!

Of your heart

your heart

Heartland Mississippi Mud

Everybody in my senior class

Got the hell out just as fast as they could go

And pretty soon that Greyhound bus

It only left a few of us to carry on

It might’ve been the family farm

Or Sherry Johnson’s loving arms

Something wouldn’t let me leave

Something made me believe in

A little house, a piece of land

Making things grow with my own two hands

Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day

Country stores, beat up Fords

And songs with only two or three chords

Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

This friend went to Birmingham

And he’s a State’s Farm Insurance man

And makes a hundred thou

He calls me every now and then

Keeps saying he can cut me in

But it’s too late now

Cause I’ve seen so much Delta rain

It must’ve seapt into my vains

Been here long enough to see

One thing for a man like me is

A little house, a piece of land

Making things grow with my own two hands

Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day

Country stores, beat up Fords

And songs with only two or three chords

Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

Hang around here long enough

It’ll get into your blood

Comes up like a cotton seed

Before to long all you need is

A little house, a piece of land

Making things grow with my own two hands

Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day

Country stores, beat up Fords

And songs with only two or three chords

Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

With this Mississippi mud

Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud

With this Mississippi mud

Heartland Mustache

somebody told me she was seein somebody new when they described him i thought no that cant be true and i saw him last night when i looked at him all i could say was oh my god theyre right you gotta be kiddin me

hes gotta mustache has she lost her mind hes gotta mustache straight outa 1979

he looks like a porn star i bet he goes to the tanning bed he needs a big gold chain shirt unbuttoned and a hairy chest i bet he wears brute 33 and a spedo at the pool i can understand a gotee or even a fu manchu

hes gotta mustache has she lost her mind hes gotta mustache straight outa 1979

im sure hes an alright guy i really outa cut him slack it dont mater how hard i try i cant get past the fact

unfreakin believable

hes gotta mustache hes gotta mustache straight outa 1979 on some guys they look great but hes gotta mustache alan jackson he aint hes gotta mustache hes actually gotta mustache

Heartland I Loved Her First

Look at the two of you dancing that way

Lost in the moment and each other’s face

So much in love you’re alone in this place

Like there’s nobody else in the world

I was enough for her not long ago

I was her number one

She told me so

And she still means the world to me

Just so you know

So be careful when you hold my girl

Time changes everything

Life must go on

And I’m not gonna stand in your way

But I loved her first and I held her first

And a place in my heart will always be hers

From the first breath she breathed

When she first smiled at me

I knew the love of a father runs deep

And I prayed that she’d find you someday

But it’s still hard to give her away

I loved her first

How could that beautiful woman with you

Be the same freckle-faced kid that I knew

The one that I read all those fairy tales to?

And tucked into bed all those nights?

And I knew the first time I saw you with her

It was only a matter of time

But I loved her first and I held her first

And a place in my heart will always be hers

From the first breath she breathed

When she first smiled at me

I knew the love of a father runs deep

And I prayed that she’d find you someday

But it’s still hard to give her away

I loved her first

From the first breath she breathed

When she first smiled at me

I knew the love of a father runs deep

Someday you might know what I’m going through

When a miracle smiles up at you

I loved her first

Heartland Built To Last

I made a trip back to my hometown last week

For my grandparent’s 50 year anniversary

It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair

Your typical senior affair

They were cutting a rug to a Glen Miller tune

When someone stood up and tapped a glass with a spoon

It was old Eddie Vicker’s, granddaddy’s best man

And his very best friend to this day

And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne

He said, here’s to the makers of things built to last

Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass

Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots

My daddy’s old tools I still use

The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes

The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky

And here’s to the twinkle in old married eyes

Still there after fifty years past

Here’s to the makers of things built to last

We live in a world now of plastic and glue

Disposable honor, replaceable truth

If a part breaks, why fix it?

Man, what’s the use

It costs less to buy it brand new

Oh, but lately I’ve looked in the eyes of my wife

And I see there what matters the most in this life

And I have decided I’m taking a stand

To stay on that fifty year plan

Inspired by the words of a very wise man

He said, here’s to the makers of things built to last

Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass

Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots

My daddy’s old tools I still use

The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes

The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky

And here’s to the twinkle in old married eyes

Still there after fifty years past

Here’s to the makers of things built to last

Here’s to the makers of things built to last

Heartland Judge A Man By The Woman

Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand

And if he looks a man in the eyes

By the way he treats his tools

The way he treats a fool

And the things that he can buy

His shoes, how they shine

All that I admit

I judge a man by the woman

And her smile, the light in her eyes

The way she holds him when they dance

She’s the window to his soul

His best friend, don’t you know

You judge the day by the sun

But you judge a man by the woman

You can spend all day watching work and play

Get to know his habits and his friends

Learn what makes him laugh, pry into his past

Find out what makes him cry and makes him sin

You might think you can right through

Oh, but the best thing you can do

Is judge a man by the woman

And her smile, the light in her eyes

The way she holds him when they dance

She’s the window to his soul

His best friend, don’t you know

You judge the day by the sun

But you judge a man by the woman

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Judge a man by the woman

And her smile or the light in her eyes

The way she holds him when they dance

She’s the window to his soul

His best friend, don’t you know

You judge the day by the sun

But you judge a man by the woman

You judge a man by the woman

Heartland Freebird In A Firebird

Ran across a friend of mine

Hadn’t seen since eleventh grade

Saw our name on the marquie sign

And stopped in to see us play

He said, man it’s been a few years

I said, man, they’ll let anybody in here

We sat and talked of rebel days gone by

And we laughed of how our dreams of California

Never got much past the county line

We drank a toast to long lost friends

And all those crazy things we did

It was freebird in a firebird

On the way up Hawthorne road

Long necks, long hair

Wild eyed girls and rock and roll

Play the drum set on the dance floor

Lighters held up for the encore

And not a worry in that southern summer sky

And we let that freebird fly

He said, man it’s funny

How that time is bound to race

And how you’d give back your right arm

To get back just a day

Or retaste your first teenage kiss

Feel them backroads turn and twist

Seeing nothing but dust in your rearview

There wasn’t a car in our town any faster

Now yesterday’s just rusting in my pasture

We were too big, the town was too small

But looking back we had it all

Singing freebird in a firebird

On the way up Hawthorne road

Long necks, long hair

Wild eyed girls and rock and roll

Play the drum set on the dance floor

Lighters held up for the encore

And not a worry in that southern summer sky

And we let that freebird fly

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It was freebird in a firebird

On the way up Hawthorne road

Long necks, long hair

Wild eyed girls and rock and roll

Play the drum set on the dance floor

Lighters held up for the encore

And not a worry in that southern summer sky

And we let that freebird fly

Let that freebird fly

Fly on freebird