Jerrod Niemann The Buckin’ Song

Well, I had me a horse, named Bad Luck

She wasn’t good lookin’, but she sure could buck

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

(Fellas)

I put my momma on her, she threw her in the air

My dad said, “Son, that’s a mother-buckin’ mare”

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

I took her to the rodeo, she won second place

Really buckin’ good in the buckin’ barrel race

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

Well, I won a thousand dollars and put it in my hat

Bought a brand new saddle, she bucked me outta that

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

(Tell ya what)

She bucked me on the pick-up truck, bucked me on the fence

My dad said, “Son, ya got no buckin’ sense”

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

(Here’s the moral of the story)

So if ya got a bucker, don’t ever buck around

That buckin’ mother-bucker will buck ya on the ground

Yeah hoo, hey, hey

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

Yippee-yi-ki-yay

Jerrod Niemann I’ll Have To Kill The Pain

I sat at home alone

Waited by the phone

No matter how hard I tried

I couldn’t get on with my life

I tried medication, meditation

I’ve still gone insane

If I can’t live without her

I’ll have to kill the pain

[Chorus:]

Hey, bartender, make it, shake it, take it

Won’t you pass it down

‘Til I can’t remember

What I came to forget about

Aw, pick any mixer, fire up the blender

And freeze my brain

If I can’t live without her

I’ll have to kill the pain

When I take a sip

I take a little trip

It changes my point of view

And my whole latitude

And my destination is smooth sail in’

Then a hurricane

If I can’t live without her,

I’ll have to kill the pain

[Repeat Chorus]

Aw, kill it now

[Repeat Chorus]

If I can’t live without her

I’ll have to kill the pain

Jerrod Niemann Whiskey Waitin’ On Ice

Baby I know this week has felt like two

No time for me and you

When you get home here’s what I want you to do

Kick up your shoes and kick back

Fill up a bubble bath, relax

Take your time and I’ll be waiting

Like whiskey waiting on ice

Like red lips waiting on wine

It’s Friday, can’t wait to take you out

Like a floor waiting on a summertime dress

Sheets waiting on your hair [?]

A candle waiting on a fire to melt it down

Like whiskey waiting on ice

I can’t wait to hold you nigh

Been a while since we’ve been out on the town

Wanna show you off and show you how

I don’t care where we go right now, as long as I’m with you

Girl I know you really like to dance

It’s about time you get the chance

Get in these arms of mine, your man is waiting

Like whiskey waiting on ice

Like red lips waiting on wine

It’s Friday, can’t wait to take you out

Like a floor waiting on a summertime dress

Sheets waiting on your hair [?]

A candle waiting on a fire to melt it down

Like whiskey waiting on ice

I can’t wait to hold you nigh

I haven’t loved

Loved on you lately

It’s time to love

Love on you baby, baby

Like whiskey waiting on ice

Like red lips waiting on wine

It’s Friday, can’t wait to take you out

Like a floor waiting on a summertime dress

Sheets waiting on your hair [?]

A candle waiting on a fire to melt it down

Like whiskey waiting on ice

I can’t wait to hold you nigh

Like whiskey waiting on ice

No, I can’t wait to hold you

I can’t wait to hold you tonight

Whiskey waiting, whiskey waiting on ice

Like whiskey waiting on ice

Jerrod Niemann She’s Fine

Nah, nah, they don’t grow ‘em like that in the city, nah, nah

Nah, nah, you can’t buy that kinda pretty

When she walks in chins drop like hammers

She’s a hot mamma jamma from her head to her toes

She’s that kinda moment, makes you wish you had a camera

Catch a glimpse of her glamour, eyes follow where she goes

She’s fine and she lets it show

She’s fine and everybody knows

She’s fine, truth be told

She’s finally mine to hold

They don’t grow ‘em like that in the city

She talks that kinda talk that causes a commotion

Puts your mind in motion, make the room spin around

When doors lock and the party gets goin’

Her body is a potion I can’t put down

She’s fine and she lets it show

She’s fine and everybody knows

She’s fine, truth be told

She’s finally mine to hold

They don’t grow ‘em like that in the city

Well, I gotta say baby I want you

Tongue tied, no lie, now don’t you

Take me as playin’, I’m sayin’

I gotta be in your world

You make me feel like dancin’

All night moonlight romancin’

No fear girl, take this chance and

Let go and let love lead

I got to get us together

Maybe you could be mine forever

Never know, might be this moment

I’m in a haze and you’re the wanted I’m lookin’ for somethin’ like you

Ain’t never seen nothin’ like you

You’re like a country goddess

I’ve seen hot but you’re the hottest

Nah, you can’t buy that kinda pretty

She’s so, she’s so, so fine and she lets it show

She’s fine and everybody knows

She’s fine, truth be told

She’s finally mine to hold

You can’t buy that kinda pretty

They don’t grow ‘em like that in the city

You can’t buy somethin’ God given pretty

Whatever it costs, I just gotta make her mine

Sell my soul to the Reaper if I could keep her

Man, she’s fine

Jerrod Niemann Guessing Games

I thought we had a good thing join’

I bought that good times and good vibes were flowin’

But lately you’re leavin’ a different impression

It’s like all you believe in is playing these guessing games

[Chorus:]

And the hardest part is knowing the meaning

In the lack of the things you say

I’m on to all of your tricks

Aw, you’re slicker than Jesse James

You’re really somethin’

Nothing but guessing games

You’re hot as Miami, your body is classic

Your smile is deadly but covered in plastic

And those so-called friends you’re impressing

Since they bought you now you got to play

these guessing games

[Repeat Chorus]

You know what is completely obnoxious

You thought you were my only option

Must be all that pent-up aggression

From who caught you and taught you a lesson in guessing games

[Repeat Chorus]

You’re really somethin’

Nothing but guessing games

Jerrod Niemann Bakersfield

She was born in Central California just as sweet as the fruit on her daddys farm.

And my best friend said man I gotta warn ya she’s a city girl with a little country charm.

We all met up out in San Jose with the top down we headed for the bay.

And with her hair blowing in the breeze she leaned and whispered my name is Tiffany.

But I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile.

Don’t know where she is today but she was mine for awhile.

Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild.

A couple sunsets and mimosa mornings I got more than my share of kisses on the beach.

Till Sunday found us too early with out warning.

And she was once in my arms and now she’s outta reach.

Oh I called her Bakersfeild and it would always make her smile.

Don’t know where she is today but she was mine for awhile.

Every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild.

Yeah every time I drive through the California hills I find my mind is on Bakersfeild.

Mmm Bakersfeild

Jerrod Niemann I Hope You Get What You Deserve

Let’s face the facts you ain’t coming back, like a train down a track.

So much I’d change even your last name but it’s way too late for that.

While I’m sinking low you’re taking the high road.

Hope you get what you deserve.

And now our past like mental photographs I picture you with me.

As I lie awake in the bed I’ve made while you’re fast asleep.

It’s a lesson that I’ve learned and a peace of mind you’ve earned.

Hope you get what you deserve.

What goes and comes around.

Sure you’ve got it coming back to you.

Cause karma has a funny way of settling all the things we do

and girl right now you know I hurt but baby for what it’s worth, hope you get what you deserve.

There’s a world out there it ain’t all unfair full of beautiful things.

And big or small hope you catch them all while you’re chasing your new dreams.

With the hell you’ve endured go find heaven on earth.

Hope you get what you deserve.

What goes and comes around.

Sure you’ve got it coming back to you.

Cause karma has a funny way of settling all the things we do

and girl right now you know I hurt but baby for what it’s worth, hope you get what you deserve.

Since you left me behind Lord knows I got mine.

Hope you get what you deserve.

Hope you get what you deserve.

Jerrod Niemann One More Drinkin’ Song

Yea

Today I wanted to write a tune started strummin’ this little grove,

I could’ve wrote about love or money something sad or something funny,

But hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin’ song,

Hold up your cups and sing along to one more drinkin’ song

And if by chance this brings you cheer maybe someday you’ll bring me a beer

or not to mention my favorite drink a marga-daiquiri-screw-aloda-on the beach

Hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin’ song

Hold up your cups and sing along to one more drinkin’ song

So here’s to cheap whiskey and fine wine buyin’ shots and pick up lines

And here’s to bartenders tryin’ to get paid when all of us are tryin’ to get

Hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin’ song

Hold up your cups and sing along to one more drinkin’ song

Hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin’ song

Hold up your cups and sing along to one more drinkin’ song

Hey, hey, hey whats so wrong with one more drinkin’ song

Hold up your cups and sing along to one more drinkin’ song

Jerrod Niemann Refill

It’s been too long and “Runnin’ on Empty” is playin’ on the radio

Don’t know what it is but somethin’ down in me

Is tellin’ me boy you better get back home

I need a refill, I sure could go

For a little Southern Comfort in my rock and roll

I need a refill, pour it slow

One for my glass and one for my soul

One for my glass and one for my soul

I left town to make a little money but there’s always a price to pay

I miss my baby’s peaches and her Tennessee honey

There’s only one road that I can take

I need a refill, I sure could go

For a little Southern Comfort in my rock and roll

I need a refill, pour it slow

One for my glass and one for my soul

One for my glass and one for my soul

So baby, fill it up with your touch

I need some time alone with some homegrown love

Can I get a refill, I sure could go

For a little Southern Comfort in my rock and roll

I need a refill, pour it slow

One for my glass and one for my soul

I need a refill, I sure could go

For a little Southern Comfort in my rock and roll

I need a refill, pour it slow

One for my glass and one for my soul

One for my glass and one for my soul

One for my glass, one for my soul

Jerrod Niemann Lover, Lover

Well the truth

Well it hurts to say

I’m gonna pack up my bags

And I’m gonna go away

I’m gonna split

I can’t stand it

I’m gonna give it up and quit

Ain’t never comin back

Broke up before I get to go and I got to say

I know you used to love me

But that was yesterday

And the truth I wont fight it

When the love starts burnin you gots to do whats right

Woah, lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me no good no more

Woah, lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me no good no more

Well the truth

Yeah, it hurts to say

I’m gonna pack up my bags

And I’m gonna go away

I’m gonna split

I cant stand it

I’m gonna give it up and quit

Ain’t never comin back

Broke up before I get to go and I got to say

There was a time oh woman

When you used to shake it for me

Now all you do is treat me cold

Ain’t gonna take it no more

Gonna walk out the door

Lover, lover, lover

You dont treat me no good no more

No, no, more more more

Woah, lover lover lover

You don’t treat me no good no more

Yea, yea, yea

Well I went with you on a starry night

And Im hurtin’ too bad cause you dont treat me right

Woman oh woman

you know I love you so

You’re just so mean to me baby Im walkin out the door

Lover oh lover

I know you used to love me in every way, but now I’m givin up

And I’m tired of cryin babe

I can’t stand it no longer

It hurts me to say

I’m packin up my bags and goin far away

Lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me good no more

Lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me good no more

Lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me good no more

Lover, lover, lover

You don’t treat me good no more