Lee Brice The Best Part Of Me

There’s plenty ’bout me that I don’t like

Most mistakes I’ve made, I made them twice

Sometimes I don’t live out the words I say

And I just can’t stay out my own way

But my good intentions overflow

Way down deep inside my bones

Though my head’s been known to give me hell

This heart of mine is just something else, yeah

But the best part of me, part of me is you

Is you, is you

Yeah, the best part of me, part of me is you

Is you

I got my old man’s baby blues

And his daddy’s taste for whiskey too

My brother’s love for rock ‘n’ roll

And my momma’s southern gospel soul

But the best part of me, part of me

Is you, is you

Yeah, the best part of me, part of me

Is you

Something takes over me

Every moment you hold my hand

Hearts beating time

As the stars all align and I understand

That the best part of me, the best part of me, oh

Yeah the best part of me, part of me

Is you, oh

The best part of me, part of me

Is you

Oh, is you, ooh

Lee Brice A Woman Like You

Last night, outta the blue

Driftin’ off to the evening news

She said, “Honey, what would you do

If you’d have never met me”

I just laughed, said “I don’t know,

But I could take a couple guesses though”

And then tried to dig real deep,

Said, “Darling honestly…

I’d do a lot more offshore fishin’

I’d probably eat more drive-thru chicken

Take a few strokes off my golf game

If I’d have never known your name

I’d still be driving that old green ‘Nova

I probably never would have heard of yoga

I’d be a better football fan

But if I was a single man

Alone and out there on the loose

Well I’d be looking for a woman like you.”

I could tell that got her attention

So I said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention,

I wouldn’t trade a single day

For 100 years the other way.”

She just smiled and rolled her eyes,

Cause she’s heard all of my lines

I said, “C’mon on girl, seriously

If I hadn’t been so lucky, I’d be..

Shootin’ pool in my bachelor pad

Playing bass in my cover band

Restocking up cold Bud Light

For poker every Tuesday night, yeah

I’d have a dirt bike in the shed

And not one throw pillow on the bed

I’d keep my cash in a coffee can

But if I was a single man

Alone and out there on the loose

Well I’d be looking for a woman like you.”

She knows what a mess I’d be if I didn’t have her here

But to be sure, I whispered in her ear

“You know I get sick deep-sea fishin’

And you make the best fried chicken

I got a hopeless golf game

I love the sound of your name

I might miss that old green ‘Nova

But I love watchin’ you do yoga

I’d take a gold band on my hand

Over being a single man

Cause honestly I don’t know what I’d do

If I’d never met a woman like you.”

Lee Brice Happy Endings

Well, I love her and she’s leaving

She met a man, plays in a band last weekend

And he lives out on the west coast

And she says she’s got to go

But it’s a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A

Anything could change her mind

One sunset or one regret

She could turn around, come back and be mine

Happy endings happen all the time

She’s almost finished packing

There’s over 2,000 miles, a lot could happen

There’s going to be days and days of long stretches

Maybe she’ll come back to her senses

‘Cause it’s a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A

Anything could change her mind

One sunset or one regret

And she could turn around, come back and be mine

Happy endings happen all the time

Well, I ain’t waiting on no phone call

I ain’t getting my hopes up at all

I ain’t setting myself up for a fall

But it’s a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A

Anything could change her mind

One sunset or one regret

She could turn around, come back and be mine

Then everything would be just fine

Yea, happy endings happen all the time

It’s a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A

Lee Brice Friends We Won’t Forget

Well, I remember Friday nights,

We were full of bull and natural light

Rock stars under the parking lot lights

Killin’ time in a little town

Window’s tinted up, tailgates down

Running our mouths, riding up and down

Just looking for a fight

We heard all our stories a thousand times

Somebody go on and tell ’em again, ain’t nobody gonna mind

Here’s to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise

And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,

To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives

Here’s to the nights we don’t remember and the friends we won’t forget

Like I still smell the crawfish stand, diving head first in the morning drink

Standing in the lake watching water skis go by,

Got a pretty girl sitting on my shoulders and another pretty girl trying to push her over

My boys on the bank letting the horse shoes fly

Well, I can still see it now, all of us pilin’ in our trucks and heading back into town

Here’s to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise

And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,

And to trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives

Here’s to the nights we don’t remember and the friends we won’t forget

Here’s to last call when we didn’t care, holding’ our shots up in the air

A bunch of reckless boys, man I swear, it’s a wonder we survived

To the trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told

And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives

Here’s to the nights we don’t remember

Here’s to the nights we don’t remember and the friends we won’t forget

Lee Brice You Can’t Help Who You Love

Friends try to set you up, try to find you someone new

They say you’ll get along, you’re just alike, she’s perfect for you

But you can’t help, you can’t help who you love

She could be so beautiful, it don’t even make no sense

Might dance with her all night, but you never call her again

‘Cause you can’t help, you can’t help who you love

Everybody’s got somebody

Not just anybody

But the one

That you can’t help who you love

Yeah, they might have broke your heart, might have really messed you up

You went ahead and cut them off, but you still ain’t had enough

No you can’t help, you can’t help who you love

You could try out all those things, every song’ll tell you what to do

Go out get drunk, and well it don’t work ’cause it ain’t up to you

No you can’t help, you can’t help who you love

Everybody’s got somebody

Not just anybody

But the one

That you can’t help who you love

Always be there for

When they’re standing at your door

You’re gonna let them back in again, and again, and again

‘Cause you can’t help who you love

Oh, you can’t help

No, you can’t help

No, you can’t help who you love

Ive tried to get over us, I’ve done all I can do

That’s why I’m giving up, that’s why I’m calling you

Guess you can’t help, you can’t help who you love

Lee Brice I Don’t Dance

I’ll never settle down,

That’s what I always thought

Yeah, I was that kind of man,

Just ask anyone

I don’t dance, But here I am

Spinning you round and round in circles

It Ain’t my style, but I don’t care

I’d do anything with you anywhere

Guess you got me in the palm of your hand

Cause, I don’t dance

Love’s never come my way,

I’ve never been this far

But you took these two left feet

And waltzed away with my heart

No, I don’t dance, but here I am

Spinning you round and round in circles

It ain’t my style, but I don’t care

I’d do anything with you anywhere

Guess you got me in the palm of your hand, girl

Cause, I don’t dance

Ohhh

I don’t dance

Ooooh

I don’t dance, but here I am

Spinning you round and round in circles

It ain’t my style, but I don’t care

I’d do anything with you anywhere

I don’t dance, but here I am

Spinning you round and around in circles

It ain’t my style, but I don’t care

I’d do anything with you anywhere

Yah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl

Cause, I don’t dance

Ooh,

No…

Ooooh…

Lee Brice Parking Lot Party

Johnny’s firing’ up his coleman grill

We’ve got 24 tall boys on the chill

Yeah, 14 of ’em’s mine

A little Marshall Tucker on the radio (can’t you see)

You know we’re just catching a little groove before the show

Yeah, ain’t playin’ nothin’ slow.

At the parking lot party

Tailgate buzz just sipping’ on suds

Ain’t never too early

To light one up, fill up your cup

Cause there ain’t no party like the pre-party

And after the party the after-party

At the parking lot party

Well, the opening band is doin’ sound-check

Man, they sound pretty good, heh

Hell, I ain’t even bought no tickets yet

Yeah, but that’s alright, we don’t care

’cause all the pretty girls are sitting right here

Kicking back in a lawn chair

At the parking lot party

Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds

Ain’t never too early

To light one up, fill up your cup

Cause there ain’t no party like the pre-party

And after the party the after-party

At the parking lot party

(yeah, pass me the chicken wings now)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Old Tom’s pulling’ his guitar out

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

It’s bout time to pass that shine around

Hey-hey-hey!

Show’s about to start but we ain’t about to leave

Hey-hey-hey!

It’s one hell of a time and it’s all for free!

At the parking lot party

Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds

Ain’t never too early

To light one up, fill up your cup

Cause there ain’t no party like the pre-party

And after the party the after-party

At the parking lot party

Oh yeah, now, c’mon

Parkin’ lot party

Oh, they’re gonna have to tow my ass out of here

Parking lot party

Oh, man, damn, girl

Parking lot party

Woo-ooh

Parking lot party

Don’t think I’ve ever seen that before, lord

(hey-hey-hey)

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At the parking lot party

Tailgate buzz just sipping on suds

Ain’t never too early.

To light one up, fill up your cup

Cause there ain’t no party like the pre-party

And after the party the after-party

At the parking lot party

Lee Brice Love Like Crazy

They called them crazy when they started out

Said, “Seventeen’s too young to know what loves about”

They’ve been together fifty-eight years now

That’s crazy

He brought home sixty-seven bucks a week

Bought a little 2 bedroom house on Maple Street

Where she blessed him with six more mouths to feed

Now that’s crazy

Just ask him how he did it

He’ll say, “Pull up a seat

It’ll only take a minute

To tell you everything”

Be a best friend, tell the truth

And overuse “I love you”

Go to work, do your best

Don’t outsmart your common sense

Never let your prayin’ knees get lazy

And love like crazy

They called him crazy when he quit his job

Said them home computers, boy, they’ll never take off

Well, he sold his one man shop to Microsoft

And they paid like crazy

Just ask him how he made it

He’ll tell you faith and sweat

And the heart of a faithful woman

Who never let him forget

Be a best friend, tell the truth

And overuse “I love you”

Go to work, do your best

Don’t outsmart your common sense

Never let your prayin’ knees get lazy

And love like crazy

Always treat your woman like a lady

Never get to old to call her baby

Never let your prayin’ knees get lazy

And love like crazy

They called him crazy when they started out

They’ve been together fifty-eight years now

Ain’t that crazy?

Lee Brice One More Day

The feeling just hit, where did the time get to?

Some 31 days on the road, one more show to do

I’m standing on the side of the stage, about to walk on

I’ll give them all that I have, Oh, then babe, I’m coming home

Give Me one more day baby

I’m almost on my way baby

I know how much you give

I know how much I take

and I know that one more day feels so long

and I feel it just as deep, honey just as strong

I know I tend to get lost in this world I live in

But nothing out here satisfies, yeah baby I know what I’m missing

So give me one one more day baby

Yeah, I’m almost on my way baby

Yeah give me one more day baby

Yeah, I know how much you give

I know how much I take…

Yeah, the feeling just hit, where did the time get to?

I’m staring out a crowd, but when I close my eyes, All I see is you..

All I see is you.

Yeah-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-a-ohhhh

Lee Brice These Last Few Days

These last few days

What can I say

You’ve had me thinkin’ in circles

In crazy not like me ways

My favorite thing

Lately has been waking up with you

Talkin ourselves to sleep again

Baby come a little closer

Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder

You said that’s your favorite place

Baby maybe we could borrow

Find a way to bag and

Steal a few tomorrows and stay

Here in these last few days

These last few days

Have blown me away

The thought of letting go,

And falling

Is actually feeling okay

I must confess

I need some rest

But with every touch

I swear the better it seems to get

Baby come a little closer

Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder

You said that your favorite place

Baby maybe we could borrow

Find a way to bag and

Steal a few tomorrows and stay

Here in these last few days

I aint lookin for love

But whatever this is

I can’t get enough

Baby come a little closer

Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder

You said that your favorite place

Baby maybe we could borrow

Find a way to bag and

Steal a few tomorrows and stay

Here in the last few days